A dream come to life.
Just before Valentine's Day, you had met the most phenomenal man in the entire universe. He called himself the Doctor, and you had fallen for him the moment you heard his enthusiastic introduction.
"'Ello! I'm the Doc-tah!"
You had met under more than strange circumstances. There had been a series of disappearances in your neighborhood. No one had any evidence, there were no witnesses, and the police had no leads. Then, one morning, the Doctor landed on the roof of your house. Just as you had gone outside to investigate, he leaped down and nearly landed on top of you. Curious as to why he was on your roof and where he was going, you followed him, and nearly got yourself killed. Several stone angel statues-which he later explained were alien beings called "Weeping Angels"-had been the culprits.
The Doctor got rid of the p
That was the only word I could use to describe the world around me. The snow around me was untouched, save for the footprints I'd left trailed behind me. Mountains could be seen off in the distance, rising up in majestic glory. The sky was a crisp bright gray, small flakes falling softly from it. Uninterrupted by the wind, I could stick my tongue out and catch the flakes easily. Such a childish thing it was, but I didn't care.
Yes, it was a perfect winter day.
Skipping through the last of the sparse, bare trees, I grinned as I finally reached my destination. The lake sparkled before me in all its glory, the surface covered in the thick, mid-winter ice. I paused a moment before letting out a loud laugh and barreling down the hill in a very un-lady like manner.
I slid to a stop at the bottom, falling purposefully down on my rear. Ignoring my wet pants, I pulled my skates off of my back. Throwing my boots off onto a snowdrift, I quickly laced the bladed footwear.
I'd been waiting mo
That was all. Forty-two minutes and nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
You were trapped. Trapped on a cargo spaceship whose engines had failed. You, the crew; everyone on board was doomed. You were careening into a boiling sun with only forty-two minutes to spare. But you weren't worried.
You had him.
The Oncoming Storm.
The last of the Time Lords.
"______?" He called out your name in that familiar accent, snapping you out of your trance. "Bring the TARDIS key!"
"Why?" You responded. That key had been your security blanke