The two figures ran as fast as they could, their heads turned to the sky, shouting at the storm clouds.
A peal of thunder seemed to answer their calls and they ran for the shelter of the nearest tree as fat raindrops began to beat on the red grass.
"I am so going to get punished for this," the lighter-haired figure said as he watched the rain.
"Nah," said the other figure. "They don't even care that I'm gone. I'm part of a faulty batch. Should have been destroyed at looming with the rest of them, they said. They only tolerate me because of my family."
"Well, I don't think your wrong in the head. Thete, I think you're..." the lighter-haired figure said, but his words were lost in a peel of thunder.
The darker-haired figure stepped out from under the tree and stuck out his tongue to catch the raindrops.
The other figure sighed and stepped out to join him. "Let's go home."
The other figure pouted and the lighter-haired figure thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful in his century of life with the rain running in rivulets down his face
So many times he'd wanted to tell him how he felt, but he never had the courage.
Now it was too late as tomorrow was their naming day; a day that would change their life forever.
The Doctor sighed at the memories of that day and how it had all changed the day they took their names.
He moved out from under the tree and stuck out his tongue to catch the raindrops and grinned.
With a yell he began to run, turning his head to the stormy sky and cried out at the storm as it answered him.
He whooped with delight and cared not if he was getting soaked.
As he ran, he remembered that day under the tree, watching the rain fall from the orange sky...so long ago now, when they had run carefree across the red grass.
As he ran he thought about what his elders had said and he grinned...it was the other way round.
"Faulty batch...hah!"