A/N: I feel so sad, ah. I need a cookie so when you read my story make sure
to send me a virtual cookie. I still don't know which Doctor this is going
to be fore. I figure that they bother had blank wooden walls so they all
can do until I get around to picking some one. Here's an idea. You review
and tell me whom you want to have as the main dude.
Was it possible to see things in the midst of a blank wall, he thought? He stared beyond the time rotor onto the blank wood wall he hadn't yet gotten around to decorating. In his mind he could see it melding into something, he didn't know what but yes is was melding into something. The contrast of the brown in the wood continued to convulge as they formed what no one could mistake as a demon.
He quickly turned his head to the ceiling and squeezed his eyes shut at the horror he had just seen. Insanity is beginning to sink in he thought. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the ceiling with great interest. He saw the swirling masses of the time space vortex. Would they too haunt him with his demons? The masses he had traveled on and gotten to know so well. Like a friend stabbing him in the back.
His troubled mind was brought away from the blackness and the light speckled masses of the time-space vortex. The loud BONG signified that he had landed and he smiled at the fact that he hadn't the slightest idea were. He didn't care he though coldly. As long as it was somewhere he could think.
He went to the control that opened the door and pressed it. The doors opened with a great whoosh and he walked out with his head held high and his face set in a look that would have turned anyone to stone. Determined to find something out there to cure himself of this depression he set out and the great TARDIS doors closed behind him.
Was it possible to see things in the midst of a blank wall, he thought? He stared beyond the time rotor onto the blank wood wall he hadn't yet gotten around to decorating. In his mind he could see it melding into something, he didn't know what but yes is was melding into something. The contrast of the brown in the wood continued to convulge as they formed what no one could mistake as a demon.
He quickly turned his head to the ceiling and squeezed his eyes shut at the horror he had just seen. Insanity is beginning to sink in he thought. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the ceiling with great interest. He saw the swirling masses of the time space vortex. Would they too haunt him with his demons? The masses he had traveled on and gotten to know so well. Like a friend stabbing him in the back.
His troubled mind was brought away from the blackness and the light speckled masses of the time-space vortex. The loud BONG signified that he had landed and he smiled at the fact that he hadn't the slightest idea were. He didn't care he though coldly. As long as it was somewhere he could think.
He went to the control that opened the door and pressed it. The doors opened with a great whoosh and he walked out with his head held high and his face set in a look that would have turned anyone to stone. Determined to find something out there to cure himself of this depression he set out and the great TARDIS doors closed behind him.