Chapter One

Vincent shut his eyes, covered in sheets of white duvet covers. The rain outside began to stop and start, as if it were a trick of a magician. The roof above his head shook each time the sky began drumming. The walls of his room, covered in paintings and empty frames. Pictures of flowers, skies, and the grass that grew wildly in his garden. Outside, the sky shook, like it was on the verge of cracking and caving in on itself. The grey clouds letting out pails of cold water. Vincent began to fall asleep, the thunder becoming a beat that was in unison with his heart. The lids of his eyes closed once more, shutting out the straw-coloured walls from his sight. In the darkness that was a moment ago his eyes, was now fluttering and dancing colours. Reds meshing into yellows, violets swinging around it all. They created a world that only Vincent loved and appreciated. His orchestra of colours stopped, pausing in their last formation. The colours grew darker now, yellow and red disappeared and was replaced with black. The dancing was ceased and suddenly, a tapping was at his door. A familiar tapping. It broke his rest and the thunderous drumming stopped suddenly, all that was left was the occasional plopping of rain. The tapping started again, louder this time. Vincent opened his eyes, his room was now bright yellow, basking in the daylight. It wasn't but an hour since he fell asleep, or was it? Vincent popped his head up and blinked a few more times, for good measure. His toes grasping onto the covers, as if begging to stay in the bed for just a few more hours. The tapping became a frustrated knock, and Vincent finally got up from his bed, it's old mattress squeaking. He made his way to the door, while sliding on some socks and his old straw hat.

"Hello," said a voice, a man was hiding his face. Masked by the shade his hat provided.

"Hi, Hi, Hello," Vincent stammered, trying to look at the man's face.

The formerly masked man, revealed his face.

"Doctor!" Vincent screamed, scaring away a couple birds.

"Sh, sssh," The Doctor said, covering the man's mouth before he could release another yell. "I've come back, obviously, to ask you a question."

His hand released Vincent's mouth, and he nodded politely.

"Anything, Doctor, anything."

"Have you missed us?" squeaked a far away voice.

Vincent looked past The Doctor to see a bright faced, red headed girl. Amy.

"Oi, Amy! I was trying to be discreet."

"Vincent!" Amelia ran to Vincent, nudging The Doctor away.

"Haha, Amy, my darling, of course I've missed YOU."

Amy smiled, and gave his one last squeeze before letting him go and standing next to The Doctor.

"So, what was that question?" Vincent asked, collecting himself.

"Oh, have you seen this?"

The Doctor pulled out a piece of paper, and opened it up. A picture of a terrible creature laid on the page. Vincent shivered at the sight of it, remembering the last time he saw one of THOSE kind of creatures.

Vincent shook his head. "I haven't seen any monsters since you two left, actually."

"I suspected. This is only just a picture Amy drew for me for my birthday," The Doctor laughed," I believe she called it a Reichenbeast."

Vincent looked confused. "Well then why are you here?"

"My, no need to be so rude, Vincent."

"Sor-"

"We've come to check up on you, Amelia insisted."

Amy smiled. "How have you been?"

"Fine," Vincent said, "Busy with painting, actually. Want to come in?"