Breakfast the next morning was dreary, but quiet. Thomas valued silence, and it was abundant, now that he was the last boy in the home. All of them were adopted at Christmas. All but Thomas. He did not expect to be adopted, only the babies got adopted. Ages 0-5. Thomas, a boy of 13, was just waiting for his eighteenth birthday, when he could leave, and carve out a life for himself. As the last boy in the home, he was given the privilege to go to a real school. But that one light in his life, was extinguished by the larger boy. Thomas did not even know the boy's name, and he doubted that the boy knew his. Every day, in the alley behind the school, the large boy, would torment Thomas. Thomas placed his bowl into the caretaker's sink (as the last boy, he was allowed to eat in there.) and he gathered his things and left for school, but it was not until he was already there that he remembered that it was Saturday.
"Hey Tommy!"
"Not today. Please." he began to walk back to the orphanage.
"Well then, as' too bad!"
at that moment, Thomas heard a scream.
He looked back and saw that the large boy had fallen to a smoking pile on the ground.
"Collect the Specimen!"
the voice came from a giant space pepper shaker. On this command, two more came and picked up the large boy with a plunger type thing, and they disappeared.
"Earthling Detected! Fire!"
the robot then began to fire at him.
"Can I see him?" she asked.
"of course you can Mrs. Smith." smiled the nurse.
She held the baby in her hands, looked to see if anyone was watching, and held a strange device up to it. And placed a homing device in his tissue, that would only activate when the baby was in mortal danger, and it also would hide his second heart.
Inside the TARDIS, the 11th Doctor was locked in a coat closet with a certain Impossible girl.
He was rather enjoying himself until he heard a disturbing sound. The TARDIS was moving. But no one was in the console room. The doctor removed Clara's face from his own, and put a finger on her lips.
"Back in two ticks love."
in the console room, the doctor looked at where that TARDIS was headed.
"1991?"
"what's the deal Doctor?"
"The TARDIS is sending us to 1991."
Clara smiled. "Hotels cheaper then?" she said joking.
"funny." replied the Doctor.
The Doctor Opened the door to the TARDIS, to see a boy running toward him in the snow.
But a look behind him and he saw...
"Daleks?!"
at that moment he was knocked over by a Thirteen-year-old, who was blind with fear.
"S-Sorry s-sir."
The doctor stood up, and put Thomas back on his feet.
"What are those things!"
"Daleks, time traveling cyborgs."
"And why do they want to kill me?"
"not sure."
"are you hurt?"
"umm... no. Why?"
"you have bruises all over your face."
"erm... yes. bruises." said the doctor examining the smudged lipstick on his face in a mirror.
"well, what are we going to do now Doctor?" asked Clara who was perched on the TARDIS console.
"We'll have to fight."
