A note before you begin
Last week I was in one of the various storage rooms in the TARDIS, wandering around between the shelves filled with alien oddities. I do that a lot when I miss the Doctor.
I'm not sure he'd like the idea of me roaming through his (probably rather private) stuff, running my fingers over the faded fabric of clothes that look like they've been worn for years and then suddenly were discarded, ruffling through books he probably never read more than two pages of, look at the many, many alien things lying around that I don't have a name for.
If – when – he comes back to take off with his beloved time machine again, I'll have so, so many questions ready for him.
Every time I set out to wander around the TARDIS, I'm afraid that there are no more rooms to enter and I'm left on my own with nothing to console me over the fact that the Doctor is missing, but I have yet to reach that last door.
I'm not sure how I managed to unbalance the box on one of the topmost shelves. If it hadn't tumbled off the shelve, spilling it's contents all over the room, I'd never taken a second look at it. It looked perfectly ordinary compared to other things in the room.
Thinking about it, the box might very well have been set off balance by one of the Doctor's own eccentric contraptions the moment I entered the room. Who knows? Maybe he wanted me to find it.
At first I didn't think much of said contents on the floor: Some of them blue, a lot plainly white, some red or black. All of them were small paper slips. Then I noticed that some of them were folded into intricate, delicate paper animals, into smaller boxes, flowers or miniature buildings. There even was a tiny TARDIS lying on her side beneath the shelve.
I picked it up and turned it over, my eyes widening when I noticed there were scrawls of writing on the paper. All the paper slips, folded or not, had writing on them.
Someone – or rather a lot of different people – had been writing things about the Doctor.
I took them with me when I left the TARDIS to read through them at home: They are all painfully short, but there are so many of them.
I feel that the best way to remember the Doctor – the best way to somehow bring him home again – might be to go through them all and share them with you.
He's not just 'my' Doctor, after all. He belongs to all of us.
Remember, enjoy, spread the word – and if you've got the time, share your own adventures as well!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who (what a surprise...).
A/N: Since my new job isn't leaving me much time to write (at least not at reasonable or sensible times of day), I decided to do a drabble challenge in October instead of much more, just to keep writing and remember how it feels to let my fingers move across a keyboard.
Hope you enjoy (I always do!). If you like what I'm doing, please leave me a review. Feel free to tag along! :)