Nearlytherenearlythere
Time is Relative
Once upon a time, in a quiet April in Scotland, there was a blue box flying in the sky. And it was being dragged down to hell.
The three people inside it screamed as they were flung into things – husband and wife reached for each other for the sake of needing to be held, while the Timelord curled up into a ball with his hands clasped around his ears, moaning as pain and whispers rampaged through his head. The bell tolled while the sound of a terrified TARDIS began – a scream.
They were landing.
If you've stuck with me for this long, you bloody well deserve a biscuit of some description.