the man, stepped out. His breath frosted in the air. His tattered shoes crunched on the snow. His gloves, smoke curling of leather. His hat hung above his head, much resembling willy wonka. His hair, red and slick, was slightly curled. He breathed and gold floated into the air. His home lay in wreckage, the doors splintered, the walls popped, and the inside wedged between the side of his habitat, having it resemble a blue and silver popped corn. He sighed and knelt to the ground.
"Mighty fine this does me," he sighed. He picked up the door, and tossed it away. "Mighty fine indeed, though I do admit its nice to be a ginger for once," He picked up the other door and tossed that away. Then the light, the roof, and then the walls. He sat down in the snow and looked up. Cleaved through the trees was a giant burning hole.
"Yup. That'll be enough for my insurance," He looked up and saw behind the hills. A landfill, garbage, terrible trash. "Humans," The man turned away, and as he did, his eye trailed back to see the trash covered mountain, and it changed. He whipped his head back. A garbage pile. He shook his head and looked back to his work. He lifted up the doors, and walked them to the box. As they touched to the inside structure, it sunk in, pushing through space, enclosing the larger item within. He placed the other pieces into play, closing the monolithic building inside a rectangle of space. He capped on the light, and it flickered dimly. He smiled, then cold ran down his cheek, and suddenly, he whipped his head around, and for a second, the mountains of rubbish, were a majestic castle, rising over the landscape.
"What?" He asked, in surprise. He looked back at his structure, then back through the trees. The castle arose through the air. He clapped his hands excitedly. " OH YES! A CHAMELEON CIRCUIT!" He yelled it out into the air.
A howl pierced the night. His eye twitched.
A large beast rose up into the view. It's fur was white and keen, it had tufts of grey and deathly eye. It stared him in the eye. He stared back. "Who in gods name are you?" The man asked. He pulled out a rod, the edge lit and he pointed it forward. "Oh come of it, you're no wolf,"
The wolf growled and suddenly twisted and contorted into a man. He wore black clothes, had tufts of white hair, and a crazy frown.
"Wow. You're not really a wolf. I was bluffing," The man said. He took of his hat and put away his tool.
"Who are you?" The wolf demanded.
"Who am I? I'm old, tired, a little bewildered, regenerating, two hearted, Gallifreyan, going extinct, and a little hungry," The man smiled.
"Goodness, I mean your name."
"Id rather not say, but call me the Doctor,"