A Prisoner's Tale
A Prisoner's Tale
What's your typical Wednesday? School? College?
Uni? Work? Maybe a lazy day infront of the TV? Want to know mine? I hop into a
magic blue box that can take me anywhere in time and space - wherever and
whenever I like. On top of that, my designated driver is a two-hearted alien
from the planet Galliley or something. That's my typical Wednesday. Today... is
Tuesday.
I was helping Artie finish off some homework while Angie was on her laptop and The doorbell rang. When I answered I was surprisingly shocked to see the Doctor.
'Jelly baby?' he said as he held a small paper bag up to my face. 'Had a sweet tooth and I wanted a change from jammy dodgers.' I don't like jelly babies but in the moment of it all I reached in and
grabbed a handful. I dropped them in my pocket and as I looked up the Doctor had disappeared.
'Won't be long, just popping down to the shop' I shouted before quickly closing the front door behind me. I jogged to the TARDIS to find the Doctor standing infront of the monitor, gazing at it. I walked up to see
what he was looking at and there, on the monitor, looked to be a live stream of a man. He was sitting on the floor with what looked to be a dirty, stained bed next to him. His clothes were ragged. He dropped his head into his hands and began to, what seemed like, cry. 'Who is he?' I said gently.
'I don't know' said the Doctor, holding his chin with one hand whilst the other wrapped around his waist - supporting it. I got a message on the psychic paper coming from that exact date: September 4th 1890. The TARDIS locked on to that exact location, that cell. That's where the message supposedly came from.'
'What do we do?' I asked in the same manner as before. The Doctor looked at me and said, 'We find out why'. He quickly ran to the other side of the TARDIS console and began pulling and pushing the usual leavers and buttons. He skidded past me and pulled and pushed a few more until we were both thrown to the ground. A sound echoed throughout the TARDIS, as if she was screaming.
'And what just happened?' I asked nervously. The Doctor pulled himself up using the console as support.
'I don't know. Something didn't want the TARDIS to land.'
The Doctor quickly pulled the scanner to his face, he scanned it and looked at me. 'It's fine now. No need to worry.' He then shot past me - making his way to the doors. I followed and as I stepped out, I was horrified by what I saw. Cells that looked like filthy cages. People
pressed up against the bars, stretching their arms as far as they could... begging. I looked around in pity. 'Don't feel sorry for them Clara. They're murderers and thieves. Go on, up there.' The Doctor gestured me to go up a staircase to the right of us. As I began to climb the steps, I looked back to see the Doctor stand completely still and stare at the prisoners. The expression on his face was puzzled and he looked as though he shared something with them. I ignored it and carried on walking up the steps. As I reached the top, I found myself standing before a long corridor. The walls were filthy and depressing. At the other end was a big wooden door - the only door I could see. The wood looked
aged and had a thick plank stretched across it, held up by two iron brackets. The Doctor quickly shoved past me and made his way up to it. He pulled his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket, activated it, pointed it at the door and flicked it up to his face. He put it
back into his jacket and looked at me and said 'Okay... in here. He's in here'.
'What? That prisoner? Why is he all the way up here?'
'I don't know. Either he's very dangerous... or very innocent.'
The Doctor lifted the plank of wood and dropped it to the floor causing the entire corridor to echo and beyond. I looked back down the
steps to make sure nobody had heard and by time I turned back, the Doctor had disappeared. I noticed the door was open so I ran over to find him standing in a completely empty room. No prisoner. No filthy bed. Nothing. Just an empty room made up of walls. The Doctor scanned the entire room from top to bottom.
'I don't understand. This is it! This is the exact room he should be in.
Unless...' The Doctor looked as if a bulb had just lit up.
'Unless what?' I asked in confusion. Something I seem to have done a lot of since I began travelling with him. Again, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it to the corner of the room nearest to him. With that, a silhouette of a man appeared before us. The silhouette walked towards me and passed straight through me, I turned around to look and he just stood there for a moment before disappearing.
'Time's rewriting itself right now. That's why the TARDIS had trouble landing, she couldn't recognise where she was supposed to be
landing.' The Doctor continued, 'When time is being rewritten the TARDIS has trouble synchronizing with the original time pattern or the developing one. We've landed in an echo of what was.' I looked around,
'So how can time be rewriting itself?' I said.
'I don't know. But I'm guessing it has something to do with the prisoner.' The Doctor replied, his sonic screwdriver
still buzzing. 'I'm picking up some readings... hold on... Whoever was in here used a vortex bracelet and a very weak one too. It's left behind a lot of 'noise'. If I can get the TARDIS to synch with it then there's a good chance we can follow it.
We immediately ran to the TARDIS and once inside, the Doctor began pulling leavers, flicking switches and pressed buttons as usual.
The TARDIS began to shake rapidly. I grabbed onto the railings as tightly as possible as the Doctor clung to the monitor. Once we landed, we stepped out into blazing heat. Either side of us were plants and trees and bushes. The Doctor gestured me to follow him and as we walked, we eventually came to a cliff-side. Beyond it stood a city in destruction. Towers had fallen, skyscrapers had flames and smoke pouring from all sides and the faint sound of screaming could be heard. As if everyone was in torture.
'Where are we?' I asked, feeing the pain of the poor souls below.
'This is Axton. A planet which was destroyed over a decade ago.' The Doctor said gently. 'There was a war - between the Axtons and the Trymers. Nobody survived. Or at least nobody but one.' The Doctor continued to gaze on at the city. 'The prisoner, he must have escaped
and now he's come back to try and undo what happened.
'So, what do we do?' I asked in a soft manner.
'We go down there. We find the prisoner. And we stop him!' Said the Doctor. His words stern and full of authority.
We found a safe pathway running down the side of the cliff. As we made our way closer to the city, the heat of the flames began to burn our
skin. The smoke polluted the air and the sound of screams either got louder or died down, either way it can't of been anything good. We got to the border of the city. The devastation spread out as far as the eye could see. Buildings resting against other buildings - sort of clinging to life. Rubble built high and smothered in flames. The wreckage ranks so high it's indescribable. Amongst the destruction and ruins, there was a bridge just ahead, the centre blown off leaving an enormous gap in between. On the opposite side stood a figure staring over the edge. The Doctor's reaction was enough for me to guess it was the prisoner. We both ran to the bridge as fast as we could knowing that if we didn't get there in time, something might happen that could cause consequences so vast that anything could happen. As I ran, I was beginning to run out of breath thus I began to slow down, allowing the Doctor to run ahead as I stopped for a moment. I heard a voice nearby pleading for help. I turned to my right to see an elderly women laying up against a wall. Her clothing was ragged and filthy. Her hair was long and grey,
her face and arms thin to the bone. She reached her arms out to me - pleading for help.
'Please... please! Help me. Hungry... so hungry!' Said the women delicately. My eyes began to fill as I couldn't bare to watch this poor
soul just... wither away and die. She stared helplessly at me, crying. I suddenly remembered the jelly babies that the Doctor had given me in my pocket. I quickly reached in and pulled them all out and immediately handed them over to her. Her face lit up as if she had never seen anything edible for a long time. She shoved the whole bunch in her mouth, not even taking time to chew.
'Bless you, my dear!' The woman rested her head against the wall behinder and closed her eyes with a bright smile on her face. I didn't want to leave her, but I didn't want to lose the Doctor either. I took off my jacket and wrapped it over her to keep her warm before running in the same direction the Doctor had disappeared off to. As I ran a little further, I reached the bridge to see the Doctor only now reaching it as he began to walk along it. I caught up with him to see him smiling tenderly as he grabbed my hand and held it tight. He knew what I had done. He must have stopped and watched and his smile made me feel even more proud of the deed I had done. As if I've pleased two people greatly by doing one simple thing. He continued to walk along the bridge, taking me with him and as we reached the large gap, we could clearly see the dark figure.
'It's him...' I said, still fairly unsure.
'Yep. It's the prisoner.' Replied the Doctor with eyes fixed on him standing over the edge. The prisoner heard us and looked up, his face moist with tears.
'My name is Atispro-Srenale' He said in a eloquent, shaky, yet harmless voice. He held in his hands what looked like a test tube full of an
aluminous green liquid. 'Why are you hear?' He asked.
'You brought us here.' Said the Doctor. 'Is that what I think it is?' The Doctor nodded at the tube. Atispro looked down at the tube in his hands and back at us.
'What is it?' I asked.
'It's a bomb. Well, an explosive liquid. Once it's been exposed to oxygen, after a few minutes, it will react and explode. The explosion is enough to destroy the entire city or beyond.' Said the Doctor. My stomach turned and I began to feel sick.
'This is where I stood before.' Said Atispro gazing around. His eyes filled up even more. 'In this exact spot. Holding this exact tube... with this exact feeling of power in my hands.' He clutched the tube tightly, almost crushing it in his hands. 'All I have to do is drop the liquid into the river and it will flow all along the planet, exploding constantly until the entire planet is nothing. The last time... I did it. To end the war and all of the suffering.' I looked up at the Doctor who showed what I would assume sympathy. 'I ran and found myself on Earth, where I got caught up at the wrong time and was arrested.' Atispro giggled to himself, 'The irony; how I managed to escape my planet's destruction only to
wind up in prison for something I didn't do. Not now. I'm going to find my family, and we're going to escape together. The planet can burn without us.' He paused for a second before staring again at the tube in his hands. 'I'm not a murderer.'
'You have to do this.' Demanded the Doctor to my shock. 'This planet's destruction creates a history throughout the future of space and time. It was so brutal, so violent that any winning side can be manipulated into thinking they can take the universe.' The Doctor slowly stepped forward - closer to the edge. 'When you dropped that liquid into the lake you saved the universe's future. You saved billions and billions of lives-' Atispro instantly unterrupted.
'-And what about the billions of lives here? If I don't do this, they have a chance to survive. If I do, it's instant death by my hand. I can't live with the guilt' Said Atispro breaking into tears again. The Doctor looked down to think carefully about what he would say next. I looked at Atispro to see him staring at the tube again, as if he were contemplating what to do.
'Look...' Said the Doctor, drawing our attention. 'I know. I know how you feel, I really do. Because I am you. I've stood in your situation before - possessing a moment of power over the future of my planet and my people. I've thought about everything that's going through your mind right now a million times over; let people continue to suffer with the possibility of the war spreading amongst the stars, getting more worlds and
civilizations involved. Or... ending it. Saving so many lives all across the universe.' The Doctor slowly stepped closer to the edge again. 'If you turn around and walk away now, history will be affected as well as other peoples lives. You need to do this. It must happen. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but it does!' The Doctor's pain and hurt summed up in one speech.
'Where are you from?' Asked Atispro. The Doctor paused for a moment.
'Gallifrey.' Said the Doctor finally. His voice was cold as he stared deeply into Atirpro's eyes.
'A Time Lord' Atispro giggled again. 'You know, there have been stories about the Time War. It's brutality.'
'Yes! If you can truly understand that, you must do this. You know you have to do this.'
'How do you cope? With the guild?' Asked Atispro worryingly.
'Unbearably.' One word. One word summed up who the Doctor is. The smiles he gives me, the laughing, the childishness is all a cover up. If
this is how he feels every day... he is the loneliest sole in the universe. Atispro nodded before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small metal bracelet. He threw it across the gap, just about reaching us. The Doctor picked it up quickly and stared at it.
'If you want to get back to your ship in time, you'll need that. Just enter the coordinates and press the button. You should be okay. Now,
go!' The Doctor nodded and quickly put it on his wrist before he entered the coordinates. He grabbed my hand and turned to Atispro, 'Thank you!' He said, slapping the button with force. Within a second, we were suddenly standing right outside the TARDIS. Inside we went and straight to the monitor to find a live feed of Atispro standing on the bridge. He looked up to the sky and smiled. Within the blink of an eye he jumped off the bridge and into the water.
'What did he do?' I asked surprised. The Doctor remained fixed on the monitor, looking sad.
'He's decided not to live with the guilt'. He took a moment to think before turning away from the monitor and began working around the console. The TARDIS' engines synched with the explosion outside as we dematerialized just in
time. When we landed, I turned to the Doctor who buried himself in his own world, trying to look busy around the console but I knew he wasn't doing anything. I walked over to the doors before stopping and turning. The Doctor stopped and stood over the console in complete silence.
'Doctor...' I said softly. He looked up at me but tried to avoid eye contact. 'Whatever you did, you didn't have a choice. You did it in the name of peace and sanity.' He instantly looked at me, eyes wide and almost fearful. 'What you did took great courage and
strength. And I admire that. The Doctor looked up at me and began to smile, his way of thanking me without any words. I smiled in return as he suddenly moved around more joyfully than he appeared before. I left the TARDIS and walked back into the house to find Artie and Angie having an argument over a math's problem. The TARDIS engines faded away behind me. I closed the door behind me and returned to my ordinary life. Until the next time.
What's your typical Wednesday? School? College?
Uni? Work? Maybe a lazy day infront of the TV? Want to know mine? I hop into a
magic blue box that can take me anywhere in time and space - wherever and
whenever I like. On top of that, my designated driver is a two-hearted alien
from the planet Galliley or something. That's my typical Wednesday. Today... is
Tuesday.
I was helping Artie finish off some homework while Angie was on her laptop and The doorbell rang. When I answered I was surprisingly shocked to see the Doctor.
'Jelly baby?' he said as he held a small paper bag up to my face. 'Had a sweet tooth and I wanted a change from jammy dodgers.' I don't like jelly babies but in the moment of it all I reached in and
grabbed a handful. I dropped them in my pocket and as I looked up the Doctor had disappeared.
'Won't be long, just popping down to the shop' I shouted before quickly closing the front door behind me. I jogged to the TARDIS to find the Doctor standing infront of the monitor, gazing at it. I walked up to see
what he was looking at and there, on the monitor, looked to be a live stream of a man. He was sitting on the floor with what looked to be a dirty, stained bed next to him. His clothes were ragged. He dropped his head into his hands and began to, what seemed like, cry. 'Who is he?' I said gently.
'I don't know' said the Doctor, holding his chin with one hand whilst the other wrapped around his waist - supporting it. I got a message on the psychic paper coming from that exact date: September 4th 1890. The TARDIS locked on to that exact location, that cell. That's where the message supposedly came from.'
'What do we do?' I asked in the same manner as before. The Doctor looked at me and said, 'We find out why'. He quickly ran to the other side of the TARDIS console and began pulling and pushing the usual leavers and buttons. He skidded past me and pulled and pushed a few more until we were both thrown to the ground. A sound echoed throughout the TARDIS, as if she was screaming.
'And what just happened?' I asked nervously. The Doctor pulled himself up using the console as support.
'I don't know. Something didn't want the TARDIS to land.'
The Doctor quickly pulled the scanner to his face, he scanned it and looked at me. 'It's fine now. No need to worry.' He then shot past me - making his way to the doors. I followed and as I stepped out, I was horrified by what I saw. Cells that looked like filthy cages. People
pressed up against the bars, stretching their arms as far as they could... begging. I looked around in pity. 'Don't feel sorry for them Clara. They're murderers and thieves. Go on, up there.' The Doctor gestured me to go up a staircase to the right of us. As I began to climb the steps, I looked back to see the Doctor stand completely still and stare at the prisoners. The expression on his face was puzzled and he looked as though he shared something with them. I ignored it and carried on walking up the steps. As I reached the top, I found myself standing before a long corridor. The walls were filthy and depressing. At the other end was a big wooden door - the only door I could see. The wood looked
aged and had a thick plank stretched across it, held up by two iron brackets. The Doctor quickly shoved past me and made his way up to it. He pulled his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket, activated it, pointed it at the door and flicked it up to his face. He put it
back into his jacket and looked at me and said 'Okay... in here. He's in here'.
'What? That prisoner? Why is he all the way up here?'
'I don't know. Either he's very dangerous... or very innocent.'
The Doctor lifted the plank of wood and dropped it to the floor causing the entire corridor to echo and beyond. I looked back down the
steps to make sure nobody had heard and by time I turned back, the Doctor had disappeared. I noticed the door was open so I ran over to find him standing in a completely empty room. No prisoner. No filthy bed. Nothing. Just an empty room made up of walls. The Doctor scanned the entire room from top to bottom.
'I don't understand. This is it! This is the exact room he should be in.
Unless...' The Doctor looked as if a bulb had just lit up.
'Unless what?' I asked in confusion. Something I seem to have done a lot of since I began travelling with him. Again, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it to the corner of the room nearest to him. With that, a silhouette of a man appeared before us. The silhouette walked towards me and passed straight through me, I turned around to look and he just stood there for a moment before disappearing.
'Time's rewriting itself right now. That's why the TARDIS had trouble landing, she couldn't recognise where she was supposed to be
landing.' The Doctor continued, 'When time is being rewritten the TARDIS has trouble synchronizing with the original time pattern or the developing one. We've landed in an echo of what was.' I looked around,
'So how can time be rewriting itself?' I said.
'I don't know. But I'm guessing it has something to do with the prisoner.' The Doctor replied, his sonic screwdriver
still buzzing. 'I'm picking up some readings... hold on... Whoever was in here used a vortex bracelet and a very weak one too. It's left behind a lot of 'noise'. If I can get the TARDIS to synch with it then there's a good chance we can follow it.
We immediately ran to the TARDIS and once inside, the Doctor began pulling leavers, flicking switches and pressed buttons as usual.
The TARDIS began to shake rapidly. I grabbed onto the railings as tightly as possible as the Doctor clung to the monitor. Once we landed, we stepped out into blazing heat. Either side of us were plants and trees and bushes. The Doctor gestured me to follow him and as we walked, we eventually came to a cliff-side. Beyond it stood a city in destruction. Towers had fallen, skyscrapers had flames and smoke pouring from all sides and the faint sound of screaming could be heard. As if everyone was in torture.
'Where are we?' I asked, feeing the pain of the poor souls below.
'This is Axton. A planet which was destroyed over a decade ago.' The Doctor said gently. 'There was a war - between the Axtons and the Trymers. Nobody survived. Or at least nobody but one.' The Doctor continued to gaze on at the city. 'The prisoner, he must have escaped
and now he's come back to try and undo what happened.
'So, what do we do?' I asked in a soft manner.
'We go down there. We find the prisoner. And we stop him!' Said the Doctor. His words stern and full of authority.
We found a safe pathway running down the side of the cliff. As we made our way closer to the city, the heat of the flames began to burn our
skin. The smoke polluted the air and the sound of screams either got louder or died down, either way it can't of been anything good. We got to the border of the city. The devastation spread out as far as the eye could see. Buildings resting against other buildings - sort of clinging to life. Rubble built high and smothered in flames. The wreckage ranks so high it's indescribable. Amongst the destruction and ruins, there was a bridge just ahead, the centre blown off leaving an enormous gap in between. On the opposite side stood a figure staring over the edge. The Doctor's reaction was enough for me to guess it was the prisoner. We both ran to the bridge as fast as we could knowing that if we didn't get there in time, something might happen that could cause consequences so vast that anything could happen. As I ran, I was beginning to run out of breath thus I began to slow down, allowing the Doctor to run ahead as I stopped for a moment. I heard a voice nearby pleading for help. I turned to my right to see an elderly women laying up against a wall. Her clothing was ragged and filthy. Her hair was long and grey,
her face and arms thin to the bone. She reached her arms out to me - pleading for help.
'Please... please! Help me. Hungry... so hungry!' Said the women delicately. My eyes began to fill as I couldn't bare to watch this poor
soul just... wither away and die. She stared helplessly at me, crying. I suddenly remembered the jelly babies that the Doctor had given me in my pocket. I quickly reached in and pulled them all out and immediately handed them over to her. Her face lit up as if she had never seen anything edible for a long time. She shoved the whole bunch in her mouth, not even taking time to chew.
'Bless you, my dear!' The woman rested her head against the wall behinder and closed her eyes with a bright smile on her face. I didn't want to leave her, but I didn't want to lose the Doctor either. I took off my jacket and wrapped it over her to keep her warm before running in the same direction the Doctor had disappeared off to. As I ran a little further, I reached the bridge to see the Doctor only now reaching it as he began to walk along it. I caught up with him to see him smiling tenderly as he grabbed my hand and held it tight. He knew what I had done. He must have stopped and watched and his smile made me feel even more proud of the deed I had done. As if I've pleased two people greatly by doing one simple thing. He continued to walk along the bridge, taking me with him and as we reached the large gap, we could clearly see the dark figure.
'It's him...' I said, still fairly unsure.
'Yep. It's the prisoner.' Replied the Doctor with eyes fixed on him standing over the edge. The prisoner heard us and looked up, his face moist with tears.
'My name is Atispro-Srenale' He said in a eloquent, shaky, yet harmless voice. He held in his hands what looked like a test tube full of an
aluminous green liquid. 'Why are you hear?' He asked.
'You brought us here.' Said the Doctor. 'Is that what I think it is?' The Doctor nodded at the tube. Atispro looked down at the tube in his hands and back at us.
'What is it?' I asked.
'It's a bomb. Well, an explosive liquid. Once it's been exposed to oxygen, after a few minutes, it will react and explode. The explosion is enough to destroy the entire city or beyond.' Said the Doctor. My stomach turned and I began to feel sick.
'This is where I stood before.' Said Atispro gazing around. His eyes filled up even more. 'In this exact spot. Holding this exact tube... with this exact feeling of power in my hands.' He clutched the tube tightly, almost crushing it in his hands. 'All I have to do is drop the liquid into the river and it will flow all along the planet, exploding constantly until the entire planet is nothing. The last time... I did it. To end the war and all of the suffering.' I looked up at the Doctor who showed what I would assume sympathy. 'I ran and found myself on Earth, where I got caught up at the wrong time and was arrested.' Atispro giggled to himself, 'The irony; how I managed to escape my planet's destruction only to
wind up in prison for something I didn't do. Not now. I'm going to find my family, and we're going to escape together. The planet can burn without us.' He paused for a second before staring again at the tube in his hands. 'I'm not a murderer.'
'You have to do this.' Demanded the Doctor to my shock. 'This planet's destruction creates a history throughout the future of space and time. It was so brutal, so violent that any winning side can be manipulated into thinking they can take the universe.' The Doctor slowly stepped forward - closer to the edge. 'When you dropped that liquid into the lake you saved the universe's future. You saved billions and billions of lives-' Atispro instantly unterrupted.
'-And what about the billions of lives here? If I don't do this, they have a chance to survive. If I do, it's instant death by my hand. I can't live with the guilt' Said Atispro breaking into tears again. The Doctor looked down to think carefully about what he would say next. I looked at Atispro to see him staring at the tube again, as if he were contemplating what to do.
'Look...' Said the Doctor, drawing our attention. 'I know. I know how you feel, I really do. Because I am you. I've stood in your situation before - possessing a moment of power over the future of my planet and my people. I've thought about everything that's going through your mind right now a million times over; let people continue to suffer with the possibility of the war spreading amongst the stars, getting more worlds and
civilizations involved. Or... ending it. Saving so many lives all across the universe.' The Doctor slowly stepped closer to the edge again. 'If you turn around and walk away now, history will be affected as well as other peoples lives. You need to do this. It must happen. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but it does!' The Doctor's pain and hurt summed up in one speech.
'Where are you from?' Asked Atispro. The Doctor paused for a moment.
'Gallifrey.' Said the Doctor finally. His voice was cold as he stared deeply into Atirpro's eyes.
'A Time Lord' Atispro giggled again. 'You know, there have been stories about the Time War. It's brutality.'
'Yes! If you can truly understand that, you must do this. You know you have to do this.'
'How do you cope? With the guild?' Asked Atispro worryingly.
'Unbearably.' One word. One word summed up who the Doctor is. The smiles he gives me, the laughing, the childishness is all a cover up. If
this is how he feels every day... he is the loneliest sole in the universe. Atispro nodded before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small metal bracelet. He threw it across the gap, just about reaching us. The Doctor picked it up quickly and stared at it.
'If you want to get back to your ship in time, you'll need that. Just enter the coordinates and press the button. You should be okay. Now,
go!' The Doctor nodded and quickly put it on his wrist before he entered the coordinates. He grabbed my hand and turned to Atispro, 'Thank you!' He said, slapping the button with force. Within a second, we were suddenly standing right outside the TARDIS. Inside we went and straight to the monitor to find a live feed of Atispro standing on the bridge. He looked up to the sky and smiled. Within the blink of an eye he jumped off the bridge and into the water.
'What did he do?' I asked surprised. The Doctor remained fixed on the monitor, looking sad.
'He's decided not to live with the guilt'. He took a moment to think before turning away from the monitor and began working around the console. The TARDIS' engines synched with the explosion outside as we dematerialized just in
time. When we landed, I turned to the Doctor who buried himself in his own world, trying to look busy around the console but I knew he wasn't doing anything. I walked over to the doors before stopping and turning. The Doctor stopped and stood over the console in complete silence.
'Doctor...' I said softly. He looked up at me but tried to avoid eye contact. 'Whatever you did, you didn't have a choice. You did it in the name of peace and sanity.' He instantly looked at me, eyes wide and almost fearful. 'What you did took great courage and
strength. And I admire that. The Doctor looked up at me and began to smile, his way of thanking me without any words. I smiled in return as he suddenly moved around more joyfully than he appeared before. I left the TARDIS and walked back into the house to find Artie and Angie having an argument over a math's problem. The TARDIS engines faded away behind me. I closed the door behind me and returned to my ordinary life. Until the next time.