Not the tin dog

by lilyroy

drabble about Mickey's thoughts when he first arrives in Pete's world.

I, Mickey Smith, am so not the Tin Dog. At least I shouldn't be. I remember Rose used to love me, only me.

Ok, so maybe I'm afrain of spiders just a bit and maybe I do need Rose to hold my hand but I am not the Tin Dog.

I may not be the Doctor but I'm not the Tin Dog. Rose needs to know. How can I tell her I'm not, how can I prove it?

Mickey paced the streets of Pete's World, trying to figure himself out. He needed to get his head straight.

Alternate Universe, eh? I wonder...

Mickey ran as fast as he could to somewhere he found familiar. He saw his grandmother, he promised her things he couldn't give, hoping she wouldn't think him the Tin Dog either.