His spine was torn apart. The snow had overgrown half of the body, belly ace legs. His hair was white, it seemed to him that has always been. With few clothes, which had rags. The cold was his only reply, with meager breathing shadows.
Lights right, it was Christmas. Blue, red and green flashing in ascending order on the balcony. Wooden big house, christmas tree at the entrance, huge as it should be at the top an orange star.
Silence reigned as the snow fell until someone turned on the radio. A Christmas Carol, with gentle pace and happy touch. The black glove protected the burned hand, deformed, same hand that shortly Mary's neck was. He had cried and then her tears fell on her forehead, smooth, dead, buried, bones and skin beneath the earth and grass.
The song stopped and the door opened. The snow had covered the dying. The glove man then walked to fog. A train sound increased in growing. The glove man then fell in the snow and his eyes closed. He was not dead, though his blood was cold. The lights flashed. The cold invaded his body, he felt almost naked.
His hand moved, cold glove toward the shorts pocket. A faint silvery object with several signs of scratches. A late time clock. The man opened the lid and there was the image of a woman, a girl, actually.
Short hair blond, broad smile. About the weak street light, their eyes were green. The clock is set on the icy ground and the man's eyes closed again. The train went off with a bang.
- I think you're really bad, man ... You need a doctor, more specifically, OF doctor.
The cold filled his soul. His eyes struggled to open. His gaze was dense, mysterious, dreamy. Sad. His smile looked more like a disguise. Her hair and face gave her youthful appearance, but the man knew the snow. One man carried a wide past the back, just like him.
- Who are you?
- Human, human ... You are in this state and still has a shred of curiosity?
- Let me die ...
- How come?
- I killed her.
The look of the Doctor then tensed, but he did not know why.
- Yeah, I know, you're already dead.
- What?
- You died at 20 hours, 2 hours ago.
-...
- I just I caught your vibration ... The Tardis captured.
- How come?
- I do not know.
The light actually opened his eyes. The sound it was strange, but the image of blue cabin materializing brought amazement.
- That's ... that's ...
- I know. Now close your eyes, will not hurt.
- For Real?
- Do Not.
There was a sharp object in his hand. It was not so fine, there was a blue light at the top and seemed something so simple, just from another era. Seemed.
He then pressed a button and the blue light was strong. A sound, a buzz, and the cabin began to stir inside an elliptical shaped object down in a huge tube that ran from floor to ceiling. Was at the center of a table, but it was not a table, he knew ... Inside, lights flashed vividly.
- It's bigger on the inside ...
- Tell me something I do not know. Why this dramatic stop between sentences ?!
He did not expect the cry of pain was so high.
- Okay, maybe hurt more than expected.
- What are you doing ?!
- My friend, I'm trying to figure out yet, but I long to stop this temporal echo.
- Temporal echo?
- It's a name that I created. A flaw in the fabric of time, a broken record. At that moment, my dear, you are the broken record and I have to stop the music before it begins to annoy ... I'm trying to find the error ...
He took the watch, the Doctor. He spent his skinny finger on the image, short blond hair and green eyes, a cute child. That smile ... why it upsets you so much?
- doctor, Doctor, DOCTOR !
- What?
- In there!
The glove man and tattered clothes pointed to the sparks. The doctor entered the cabin and pulled a control handle to keep the timeline and pressed a red button with the words: " In case of sparks, press the red thing that has more"
Man has become so transparent and opaque then, as if blinking.
- I'm dead.
- Yup.
The glove man then looked at the body buried in the snow and then to the doctor.
- Who are you?
- I told you, I'm the Doctor.
- And why are you here?
The doctor hesitated to speak, he did not know what to say. The man then disappeared. The body buried in the snow stopped squirming. The police sirens sounded distant, but getting close. The doctor then looked at the girl.
"Why?"
