Chapter 1
The mad man with the blue box pondered over what he was going do. He just lost his last companion. The impossible girl was so impossible, he couldn't get her out of his timeline.
He had been frozen in the TARDIS for days. But the voice in his head just kept saying she was like all the rest. He knew the voice was wrong. She was not like all the rest. She was his impossible girl. Like Amy was his-
No, she wasn't like Amy she was sweet. Amy didn't risk her whole timestream to save his life. His eyes were burning and he could feel a flame roll down his face.
You can't keep dreading over girls you lost. There are Daleks, and Cybermen and Weeping Angels destroying timelines right now. You have to get up and go on another adventure. Get it off your mind. A voice from his head told him.
Yeah Doctor, go on another adventure, maybe you'll see me again. He perked up at the voice. He heard it far away. But when he looked up, he just saw an interface of the TARDIS. It was just the TARDIS talking.
In a second the interface walked over to him. "Come on, I am sick of seeing you like this. Go out and go run." The TARDIS hissed at run. It would always try to comfort him as Clara. He never saw the point. It just made him miss her more. "Come on!" After that, the image of Clara warped away and the bells rang. It shook for a little bit but it jolted.
For a moment, the Doctor changed his expression falling to the floor. "What was that?" He boomed at the console. He got to his knees and blankly gaped at the sparking controls before him. "NO!" He ran over to the controls and started to fiddle with some levers and the stabilizers.
He looked up at the ceiling as the old ship began to shut down. "Oh no..." He whispered.
The TARDIS immediately lit up then. It whirred for a few seconds but then shut down again. However, before it shut down, the Clara interface came on. "I'm sorry!" It wasn't her voice though. It sounded mechanical, like a very high Cyberman's voice.
The Doctor immediately collapsed and fell on his bum.
"This is too much for me!" He whined.
At least see what is outside those doors. His conscience was right. If he sits in here doing nothing he wouldn't get anything done.
"Or...I could stay in here and work on you!" He told the dead ship.
All of a sudden the TARDIS shifted to right and it sounded like it was slipping off of something. "What the He-" He was caught off by him automatically slipping from the one end of console to the bars. His head collided with the cold metal. A thrashing pain went throughout his skull. Where's Clara when I need her? He thought. He automatically felt light headed after that. How hard did he bang his head? Without anything to tell him that, he sat up, and the pain returned. His head was throbbing and it felt like he could pass out any minute. He knew what that felt like. As he predicted in a flat out second, he was out cold and with no one around to help him.