Bonjourno
people, I'm back with this
story!
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This couldn't be happening. It wasn't happening.
The Doctor stood and watched the screen that depicted the Kaled dome collapsing in flames. All around him, Thals cheered. The war was finally over.
He wasn't
cheering though. He had managed to prise himself of the electrified
scaffolding, only to find out the dome had gone down. If Sarah and
Harry were there, and he was positive they were, they would almost
certainly be dead.
He thought about them.
Although Harry was a bit of an idiot at times, the Doctor did like him. After all if it hadn't been for Harry, then the Doctor would have been blown up by that mine that he stepped on. Instead Harry had managed to steady the mine enough to allow the Doctor to get away
And Sarah, dear god, Sarah. If he had her blood on his hands, that would be enough to torture him. Of all his companions, she was one of the most remarkable, an intrepid adventurer with the excitement and anxiety of a child. Always full of life, even when that robot had stuck her on that building, Sarah dead was a thought nobody could perceive.
"No",
the Doctor thought. "Don't think like that. There's a chance.
Just a small one but it's there."
Then an idea had occurred to
him. If they had managed to get to that tunnel, then maybe they would
be alive. Knowing the pair of them, it wasn't out of the realm of
the possible. And he could get away and see. After all, he was free
to leave whenever he chose. That girl, Bettan had told him that.
The Doctor flung his scarf around his neck. He had to find out
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Apologies for shortness