The sequel is finally here! Yaaay! Now you may not understand much what's going on now, but don't worry, I'll be dealing with the cliffhanger of the prequel to this in either next chapter or the one after that. Enjoy!
He ran through the forest, faster than he'd ever run before, knowing he was breaking the rules, how dangerous and impossible this was but he was holding the bundle of blankets in his arms as if he'd never let it go.
The pounding of hundreds of footsteps were right behind him and in the distance he could hear screaming, yelling, crying - the people in the little village were having their houses raided, children pushed aside, women tossed on the streets, men kncoked unconscious - they were hurting they're own people in a desperate search for him.
It killed him to know that people out there were dieing because of him but he could not stop now; if he did they'd catch him instantly.
The bundle in his arms wailed; she was terrified.
"Shh, shh, I'm sorry, we have to run, I know it's loud but we can't let them catch us."
Every now and then he passed a cottage from which more people would run out to chase him.
Passing one cottage, a few feet away was a little girl with dark brown hair in a ponytail and brown eyes.
Her legs were dangling a little way off from the floor and she could not be more than six or seven.
She jumped down from the swing and began to walk back to the cottage when he raced past her.
Seeing the hoardes of angry villagers approaching, the child screamed and tried to run in the opposite direction but tripped and fell.
Knowing full well the villagers wouldn't stop even if they trampled the girl, he turned, dashed back to her and pulled her to her feet.
Grabbing her hand he ran with her, yelling "Run! RUN!".
Him sprinting, her stumbling along, they were still too close to the mob for comfort.
Suddenly, through the trees there was a snatch of blue amongst the twisting trunks.
A smile spread across his face as he propelled himself ever faster, he was almost there.
And then they reached it.
Letting go of the girls hand, he pulled out a key and unlocked the Police Box.
However, when he pulled on the doors, they remained firmly closed.
Shaking the doors he yelled "No, no, NO! Don't do this to me!" but the doors stayed firmly shut.
His head rested on the big blue box for a moment before he turned to the child, crouching before her.
"What's your name?"
"L-Lorna."
"Alright Lorna. I want you to run home, just run. Run!"
Not needing telling twice, she ran back the way they'd come, making sure she ran a good few feet to the left of where the mob was.
However, rather than run home, she hid behind a tree and watched as the villagers caught up with the man and surrounded him.
By now there was panic and fear in his eyes, along with tears as he backed against the box, pleading with them.
"No... Please! She needs to be with me... She's my daughter! You can't... Please, no... PLEASE!" he sobbed before the crowd, holding the blankets tight to his chest as the mob tried to snatch it from him.
Eventually they managed to hold the man's arms while they took the baby; the man still sobbing and trying to take her back.
As the villagers disappeared through the trees, the man sank down against the box, head in his hands, body racked with sobs she could hear from where she stood.
It was a sight so terrible she had to turn her head away, could not stand to look at a man broken from the inside out.
And when she turned to look at him again...
He was gone.
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Mrs Doctor Who 11 xx