So not good . Two long strides and he caught up with her . He grabbed her hand again , squeezed and gave her a smile . She returned it with a small one , but it soon vanished and she returned to staring into the distance . Back on the TARDIS there 'd been a precious few minutes he 'd been able to talk to her after they 'd saved the Earth . He 'd crushed her into a hug , picking her up off the ground , loving the feel of her in his arms and chiding himself for ever forgetting just how much she seemed to fit there .

A: What is he starting to realize about the woman whose hand he just grabbed and squeezed ?

After the mishap with the sunset photos from the other day ( with the ISO 1600 debacle ) I set out to retake the sunset this evening . We actually headed back to the same place where I screwed up the last time and I found another place to stop that hopefully yielded so other good photos . I 'll be sure to share some on my blog when I get home and actually get time to process them all between a bunch of jobs I have coming up .

A: What may happen after they get their pictures ?

A thin layer of white on a layer of brown and when you step on it the snow gets dirty . Not at all like frozen mud . That stuff is rock hard . A lot has happened since I got to Canada . I ' ve spent a week in Vancouver with Deedee .

A: what may be a plausible fact about me and my sojourn in Canada so far ?

And of course , it is gratifying to realise that , even all those years ago , one had better taste than one gives oneself credit for.----------------Speaking of snippets of memory , something else . I have a very bad memory , and so I was trying to rack my brains for my happiest memory yet . To my surprise , I found it . When I was little , we had these two huge army trunks on our terrace .

A:
Why would the narrator being so nostalgic ?