A/N: This is a very different sort of story than what I usually write, and it's kind of an experiment. There will be six drabbles, each with exactly 100 words.
First Hour: Hatred
Mickey Smith hates the Doctor.
He had thought that this would be an adventure, that he'd finally be able to get a glimpse of Rose's new life. But he had thought it would be different to this. Those clockwork men had captured them, and for a moment, Mickey had thought he was about to die.
Rose looked heartbroken when he had left, crashing through the mirror to the eighteenth century. And Mickey had been heartbroken for her; he still loved her, of course he did.
And now it looked like they were stuck here, with no way home. Damned Doctor.