The Arch of Time

Stumbling through the Time-Line

“No need to worry,” explains The Doctor, dancing around the TARDIS console, twirling controls and adjusting dials, “Time travel’s not actually that dangerous. Or hard. You just need to know when you’re going, what sort of temporal nexus you’re aiming for, the exact five dimensional coordinates of your destination, the odd cup of tea and voila!”

Sirens begin to sound and the ground shifts. The Doctor clings onto the console frame for dear life as he hits it very hard with a rubber mallet.

“Did I say it wasn’t that hard? Sometimes it’s hard.” he mumbles almost apologetically as he frantically presses buttons and jiggles levers around. “But still, no need for you to worry. The Tardis will take care of you – hopefully. After all, you three are more than capable of taking care of yourselves, aren’t you?”

The ground pitches forward again, harder. Sirens go off and thick clouds of smoke appear. “Oh look at the time, I have to go now,” The Doctor exclaims onto the sonic camera “They will find me soon. They’ll find me wherever I go… But not if you find me first! All you have to do, is remember me.”


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