Damn that Rory Pond / Williams / whatever you want to call him! It's his fault we're stuck here! It's his fault we're like this. Oh, God, I feel so unlike myself. Yes again, damn that Rory Pond. It was all going perfectly well, until he accidently leant on a switch which made all this happen. Let me explain . . .
"Come on, Rory, you're better at doing this than Amy is - help me with the TARDIS!" I got an angry glare from Amy and a sigh from Rory. I clapped my hands "Come on, come on, do you want to go to Colansiara or not?" I'd recently told them about this awesome planet, filled with strange things, found on no other planet apart from that one. If you wished for something, you got it. Apart from if it was someone you'd known who had died (known through personal experience) and whenever you leave the planet, whatever you had wished for disappears. It scared me to death when it first happened. There I was, playing with a little ball and as soon as I was out of the galaxy, poof! It was gone in an instant. I half expected it to fall on my head, but it didn't.
"Yes, yes, we're coming. Well, I am. Why do you need help again, Doctor?" Rory asked as he settled himself near the controls. I sighed
"I've already told you! Colansiara can only be reached by two person time machine control!" God, he's so thick sometimes. "Now I need to hold these two down while you get the other one over there, ok? That one, yes, the big red one there that I don't touch very often!" He reached over and pressed it, leaning on another button as he did so. "No, Rory, not that one! Rory, you idiot!" Everything went all dark.
"Doctor, was that supposed to happen?"
"No, of course it wasn't, Amy. Your silly husband leaned against something he shouldn't. Now everything's gone dark and everything's gone wrong. I promised myself that this would never happen again, but it did so and now everything's wrong. Well, it was a long time ago and I've regenerated since then and now . . . oh, the lights are on now, you'll understand what I mean."
The lights came slowly on and I ran off, searching for something.
"Doctor where are you- WHAT THE HELL?" Amy looked at herself. She was considerably smaller, but her clothes had shrunk as she had. Rory looked the same, childlike, even. "Doctor, has what has happened what I think has happened?"
I ran back into the room, nodding and studying my appearance "Yes, you're right. Your silly little husband caused this completely and now . . ." I lowered my mirror "We're stuck as eleven year olds until I figure out how we get back to normal."
"WHAT? WE MAY STAY AS KIDS FOREVER? WHEN I WAS ELEVEN IT WAS ONE OF THE WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE AND I DON'T WANT TO RELIVE A YEAR OF HELL!" Amy yelled at me, as if it was my fault.
"Yeah, wasn't too good for me either. At least I haven't changed drastically, like I should have done." I replied quickly.
"NOT CHANGED DRASTICALLY? YOU ARE ELEVEN YEARS OLD! HOW MUCH MORE DRASTIC DO YOU WANT? Plus -" she didn't finish because I interrupted her.
"Our personalities are still the same, aren't they? I'm still me being all scientific and annoying; you're still you being all talkative and dramatic, and Rory's still . . ." We looked over at him "Rory." I finished pathetically. "Right, we've sort of crashed - let's find out where. . ."
