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Cracks of Time
"There are cracks in the skin of the universe. Don't you know where they came from?" – The Eleventh Hour
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"Two parts of space and time which should never have touched." – The Eleventh Hour
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"It's all about you." – Flesh and Stone
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"I found a crack in the wall and told them it was the end of the universe."
"What was it then?"
"The end of the universe." – Flesh and Stone
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"There were cracks. Through some we saw silence and the end of all things." –Vampires In Venice
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Amelia wandered through the silent museum. Was she still dreaming?
She stopped, musing the thought and pinched herself.
"It's not a dream." She spoke softly.
Amelia stopped when she heard footsteps.
She spun around to see no one.
"Is anyone there?" she asked.
Silence.
"Aunt Sharon?"
"Corner of your eye."
She slowly turned and looking where the mysterious voice in her head directed her, she saw a large stone box, it seemed, in a room where there had been a wall seconds ago.
"SILENCE WILL FALL!" The angry voice announced again.
"It already has!" Amelia replied annoyed.
"Not completely." The voice argued back.
Amelia shook her head and continued toward the room.
The room was huge and was decorated by a few plants like the other rooms had been. In the center of the room was the large stone box that she'd noticed from the hallway.
She circled the box a few times, but couldn't figure out what was so special about it. She stopped in front of the box puzzled.
Amelia jumped out of her skin when a short, balding man in a tweed suit appeared next to the box.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Hello, Amy. Or rather, I suppose your name is currently Amelia Pond." He smiled dangerously.
"How do you know my name?" Amelia asked, trying to keep calm.
"How do I know a girl in a fairytale?" the man asked incredulously, suddenly standing beside her. "Poor, poor Amelia. All those nonbelievers, who doubted you. Those four psychiatrists you kept biting. What about your aunt?" He asked circling her.
Amelia turned, following him with her eyes.
"What's in that box?" Amelia asked ignoring him.
"Don't you know?"
"If I knew I wouldn't ask."
"The girl who didn't make sense. The girl who waited." The man mused as he appeared between the box and Amelia.
Amelia stared at the box ignoring the short, balding man.
The box looked so familiar, yet so strange.
"Is that Pandora's Box?" Amelia asked; but the strange man seemed to have disappeared.
"Don't be stupid! That's the Pandorica!" The man answered in Amelia's ear, scaring her.
"So what's in it?"
"The real question is 'how can a girl, who doesn't make any sense, believe in something that doesn't exist?'"
"What?" Amelia shook her head confused.
"The stars, Amelia. There's no such thing as stars." He answered appearing over by the box, careful not to touch it.
"Of course there is." Amelia replied matter of fact.
There was a window above them with sunlight pouring through.
"What's that then?" she asked pointing to the light source.
"The only thing preventing silence from falling." He explained from the back of the room, while breaking something.
"Are you going to tell me what's inside the box or not?" Amelia asked placing her hands angrily on her hips.
"A little bundle of sass aren't we?"
"Is this a dream?" Amelia asked cautiously.
"I'm only the Dream Lord. That's up for you to decide." He replied appearing directly in front of her peering into her eyes.
"In that box could be the most deadly being to ever live or the remnants of your seemingly limitless imagination."
"SILENCE WILL FALL!" The angry voice announced for a third time.
"Who keeps saying that?" Amelia asked more annoyed than ever.
"Oh, sorry, that's a recording." The Dream Lord replied pointing a metallic object up into the air causing it to light up and make a noise. "Don't really need that anymore."
He clapped his hands together. "Now, where were we?"
"If something can be remembered, it can come back."
Amelia looked at the device in the Dream Lord's hand and squinted. It looked so familiar.
"Doctor." She muttered.
"What?" The Dream Lord asked suspiciously.
"I had an imaginary friend, who had that." She said pointing to the device.
"What? A sonic screwdriver?"
"He opened the crack on my bedroom wall." Amelia stated.
"He did a lot more than open one crack. Or rather, you did."
"I didn't do anything." Amelia defended.
"All those cracks. Everywhere. They aren't just eating away at your imagination; they're eating at reality itself!" He laughed.
"Why am I still here, then?"
"The eye of the storm. It's only a matter of time before the hungry cracks find you, Amelia."
The lights flickered, causing Amelia to look around.
"Tick, tock. Make a choice, Amelia Pond." The Dream Lord said moving the sonic screwdriver like a metronome, laughing.
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"What do you believe is in the box?" he mocked.
Amelia stared at the Pandorica and gulped.
"Let's see how much faith your imagination has in you, now. Solve the cracks and save, well, basically everything as you know it. Fail, and well, I think you know where this is going." He laughed.