"Ugh… Where am I…?" groaned the Doctor. He tried to sit up, but quickly realized he was strapped down tight. Taking a look around, he saw he was in a dark room, barely lit by a few candles. A young girl came in, and from what the doctor could see, she was light-skinned, with a bit of a tan and Asian. Her long black hair fell to her hips and she looked down.
"I'm sorry…" She mumbled. "But I promised I would kill you."
"You don't have to do this." The Doctor pleaded. "Whoever you promised doesn't have control over you! You do!"
"But… The Doctor asked me to do it so I could save you…" The Doctor stared at the girl. He asked her to kill him? When? He's never seen her in his life! And why would he do that to himself? Was it the Doctor from the future? Was he around the time that his enemy would save his life? "I'm sorry. But it's for your own good." She held up a pistol and closed her eyes, turning away. Slowly, she tightened her grip on the trigger, and fired into one of his hearts. He cried out, gushing blood. The last thing he heard was a screaming robotic voice and a familiar, raspy one commanding that he be taken to be healed.
