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~Chapter 1~

"No, no, no, no, no!" The Doctor screamed. "Don't do this to me!" He yelled at his TARDIS. Sparks flew and danced in the air inside the console room of the spaceship. The Doctor was frantically trying to control her, simultaneously avoiding any explosions erupting near him. He was rapidly pulling levers and pushing switches. At last, he has everything organized and prepared. He simply needed to push a single blue button.

As he reached for the button, the console suddenly exploded in front of him, sending the Doctor flying backwards against the railing. Sparks fluttered in the air from the heart of the explosion, threatening to burn the Doctor if he approached any closer. The Doctor stood, ignoring the agonizing pain in his back. He needed to help his TARDIS, and nothing could prevent him from trying. Only a few seconds after he stood, his knees buckled and his body collapsed to the floor, physically exhausted. Still, he was not about to give into the pain. He outstretched his hand, aiming for the one object which will save her.

Once again, the TARDIS erupted, as if she didn't want him to get anywhere near the button. He quickly retreats his hand and immediately covers his face to protect it from the explosion.

The Time Lord knew that he was, ironically, out of time. There was nothing that could be done to save his longest companion. Using what little energy he had left, he decided he could sprint for the door and at least save himself. As he raised himself, a familiar golden glow engulfed him. "No, no, no!" He shouted as he observed his hands. "It cannot possibly be time yet!" He suddenly realized that the golden glow was from the TARDIS. She was giving him a moment of strength, enough to allow him to escape. The Doctor quietly thanked his TARDIS, and bolted out the door.

The blue doors swiftly slammed behind him. Slowly, The Doctor turned his head. He was afraid to discover his TARDIS lifeless, and sadly, that is what he found. He took a deep breath while a single tear rolled down his face. He looked down at his feet and nearly walked away were it not for a familiar sound, the sound of his spaceship. Smiling he exclaimed, "You're alive! Not functional, but still alive!"

The Doctor patted the side of the TARDIS and looked out into the distance. He surveyed the surroundings around him, not that there was much to survey. All he could find around him was green grass. He decided he was in a random field, in the middle of nowhere, on who knows what planet, possibly in a different universe. "Oh bloody hell," he mumbled.

He checked his upper left pocket, hoping to find his most valuable instrument. To his concern, the sonic-screwdriver could not be located. He hastily examined all pockets, hoping for any sign of his screwdriver. None was found. "Oh bloody hell!" he shouted.

Suddenly, the energy from the TARDIS left The Doctor's body, causing him to abruptly drop onto the ground. His vision had gone blurry from the intense pain originating from his back. He fought for life,but he simply couldn't hold on. His last vision before he lost consciousness was the TARDIS, standing tall beside him.