Drabble (4/22): Down with the Ship II

[john_amend_all]

TEN MINUTES TO IMPACT, the screen read. Polly glanced around at her fellow travellers; most of them seemed to be panicking, a few praying.

"Excuse me."

It was the young man in yellow sitting beside her.

"I've never been with a woman," he stammered. "And I was wondering. You know. Since we're going to die..."

Polly managed a queasy smile. "Don't worry."

"You mean you really—?"

"Oh, no." Polly patted his hand. "I meant we're not going to die, because the Doctor's going to save us in the nick of time."

Oddly, he didn't seem very satisfied by this reassurance.