Something Real

by myclarasoswald

The TARDIS was in-flight. Somewhere in the time vortex. The Doctor was eager and enthusiastic as ever, clicking and pressing the buttons on the TARDIS console. Buttons that have foreign meanings to us but to a time lord, the meanings are as clear as day. The familiar wooshing sound of the TARDIS echoed through the now empty rooms of the TARDIS with it's infinite size.

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