A/N – I need to apologise the last chapter. It was late, I was bored and probably more tired than necessary, so it may seem a little bit rushed and short. Again, sorry about that. I'll try to do better in the future.

Thanks to everyone (online or offline) who provided feedback so far. Don't worry, I am going somewhere with this story, I'm not making it up as I go along. :P

Oh, and one thing about the first chapter which people are taking to be a mistake. "...is there planet an even there?" doesn't contain a typo – remember that the Doctor was thrown halfway across the room just before saying it. People say funny stuff when they hit their head. Just wanted to point that out.


'I must be going crazy...then again, 900 years might do that' the Doctor thought to himself, as the doors slammed shut and he was left outside of the TARDIS. Almost instantly, he was dragged towards the planet by some unknown force, like a ball bearing to a giant magnet. While this was no new experience to the Doctor, he was slightly shocked. The sensation itself was incredible – he felt like a rag doll, yet able to move his arms and legs, but not the flight path. Also unlike a rag doll, he wasn't heading for a hole in the garden where the dog would bury it, but rather the now dark-blue planet beneath him. There were so many mysteries unsolved that the Doctor had no idea where to begin, although he decided that maybe if he survived the impact, he would choose then.

Normally, he would have spoken out loud to himself (out of habit, nobody was there to listen this time), but for some reason he didn't feel like exposing his thoughts out loud this time. So, he reached into his inside pocket and pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his supposedly-hammerspacial pockets. He made an adjustment and pushed the button, aiming it in the direction that he was heading. Just as the Doctor suspected, there was a signal, which was lessened by the sonic screwdriver. The Doctor began to fall at a slower speed, but it was still too fast. If he didn't do something, then he'd be crushed when he reached the ground...if he was heading for the ground, that is. If he was heading directly towards something with this much power, then he considered that the ground might be a better option.

Above, the TARDIS was slowly drifting towards the ground as well. It wasn't going nearly as fast as he was, and it looked like it had escaped the pulling force...as if it was aimed at the Doctor himself. That was when the Doctor realised what he had to do, not only to save himself, but the TARDIS too. He waved his arms a bit and slowly (but surely) leant a tiny bit to the left. In a matter of seconds, he executed his plan. The Extrapolator sprung into life, 'bumping' against the signal and sending itself, along with the Doctor, flying out of the signal's grip and down towards the planet at an alarming rate.

"Ah. Maybe that wasn't the best idea."

As he flew uncontrollably across the atmosphere, another mysterious bolt of lightning threw itself in his direction from somewhere above. However, he didn't need to avoid it – the bolt merely ricocheted off the Extrapolator and went somewhere else

"Where is this lightning coming from?"

Above, the gold-coloured star vortex thing was glimmering, as if winking at him. The Doctor did not take this as a positive sign.

"Just what is that?"

It fired another lightning bolt, which was also deflected by the extrapolator.

"Who the heck am I talking to?"

Shortly after, as he was falling, a fourth lightning bolt struck – but this one was different. It hit directly centre of the invisible force field being generated by the extrapolator, the force of which pushed the Doctor directly downwards at the planet. As the TARDIS span slowly and gracefully towards the ground, free of the pull and now on autopilot, a rare sound filled the air.

The Doctor screaming.


A/N - Please R&R! Thanks.