The TARDIS hummed loudly in his ear, causing him to moan again in frustration. How many times would he be thrown against a wall? What was this, the twelfth time? He pulled a nearby lever and was hurled harder, farther than before. Silently, the Doctor cursed his machine. Finally, he had had enough. He crossed his legs and sat still and quiet in the middle of the control room. Eyelids fluttered closed, and he breathed in deeply.
"This is my final plea. I want to see her again; I need to see her again. My Rose. My dear Rose Tyler. This is the request of the last Time Lord. Take me to her. Find a loophole. Find a way. Do anything." His body tightened, ready to be hurled again. Yet, the response he had anticipated never came. Instead, the odds seemed ever in his favor as the sound of metal crashing chorused around him.
A small smile graced his face. This was his last chance. He couldn't fail her again. A small smile graced his face. This was his last chance. He couldn't fail her again.
