Authors note
This is a new story and I came up with the idea after reading RosalieHale1997's amazing story I know you know, I can see it in your faces. I thought it would be a cool idea so this story is dedicated to charlotte, my best bud. This story is also a way of saying thanks 4 taking me back and things. So if you are still reading this the men in white coats are coming for you. Please review with your ideas and suggestions. And thanks again.
So many Maybes
Amy Pond sat on her bed. She was glaring at the crack in her wall and wondering when her scruff Doctor would come back. It had been 1 month, four days and two hours twenty-five minuets. He had said only five minuets. She wasn't sure why she had believed him. Who believed a strange, scruffy man that was soaking wet that claimed to travel in time and space in a blue box? It was insane. Maybe she was insane. Maybe Amelia Pond had been taken to a mental asylum and had been drugged. Or maybe it had happened, and the Doctor was just incredibly bad at time keeping. Maybe. Why were there so many maybes? Maybe she was asking to many questions…
A knocking at the door interrupted Amy's thoughts. "Come in" Amy replied to the repeating knocking. Amy got up and opened the door. Know one was there. Amy looked down at the floor as something had caught her attention. It was a note. She picked it up and read the words:
It's to late. Your Scruffy Doctor can't help you know.
Authors note (again)
Hope you liked it. I know it's cheesy. Please review its only a click of your mouse thing and typing a few words. Please it will make someone in the world happy. In the words of Keith Lemon "You know you want ta."