{"I blinked. I totally blinked."}
On a dark wet night, two months later a woman climbs over a lovely set of wrought iron gates with a Danger Keep Out Unsafe Structure London County Council notice on them and goes up the gravel driveway to the big house. She breaks in through a boarded up window and takes photographs of the plastic covered chandeliers resting on the floors, and other pieces of furniture.
Then she notices the letter B peeking from underneath a piece of peeling wallpaper. She pulls at it to reveal the words 'Beware the weeping angel.' Underneath that is 'Oh, and duck! Really, duck! Sally Sparrow duck, now.' So she ducks just before the window behind her is broken by a thrown pot, which bounces off the wall and breaks on the floor. The light of her torch reveals a statue outside, a winged angel with its hands covering its face. She goes back to the wall and pulls off more paper to reveal - Love from the Doctor (1969)
"Kathy?" The Doctor is on a monitor screen in a room at the far end. "Yet. They're coming. They're coming for you, but listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink. Good luck." There are lots of screens in the room with the image of the Doctor on them, and one with him and Martha, A final one with him and Kate.
The mobile phone by the bed rings. "Hello?" Her friend speaks through the phone, "Bit freaked. Need to talk. Making you a coffee." Sally chuckled lowly, "Sally Sparrow, it's one in the morning. Do you think I'm coming round at one in the morning?" Her friend asked, "No. I'm in the kitchen. What's that on all those screens in your front room?"
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Sally, you've met my brother Larry, haven't you?"
"No."
"You're about to."
The door opens and a man, who is naked at least down to three inches below his navel appears. "Okay. Not sure, but really, really hoping. Pants?" She gave a stiff smile towards him, "No." Kathy closes her phone, grabs her dressing gown and runs out of the bedroom. "Put them on! Put them on! I hate you! What're you thinking?" Larry drifts away, "Sorry. My useless brother. Sally? What's wrong? What's happened?"
I rolled my eyes at the sound of Theta banging and clanging around in the other room. He had been so bored, he'd taken apart almost every instrument or device in the apartment and reassembled it. It had been two months since we got trapped, and because we had to wait for Sally he got bored.
Martha ended up getting a part time job while I was told to stay put because I was pregnant. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm an invalid!
It's just a long awaited story.
The statue is inside the conservatory. "Who's it from?" Sally asked, "Well, that's a long story, actually." Malcolm asked, "Give me a name."
"Katherine Wainwright." The statue is behind Kathy, reaching for her. "But she specified I should tell you that prior to marriage, She was called Kathy Nightingale." Bang!
"Kathy?"
"Kathy, yes. Katherine Costello Nightingale."
"Is this a joke?"
"A joke?" He asked back just as confused, "Kathy, is this you? Very funny. Kathy?" The statue is outside again, hands over its eyes.
Sally reads the letter with the photographs. "My dearest Sally Sparrow. If my grandson has done as he promises he will, then as you read these words it has been mere minutes since we last spoke. For you. For me, it has been over sixty years. The third of the photographs is of my children. The youngest is Sally. I named her after you, of course." She started to cry, "This is sick. This is totally sick." She throws down the photographs and letter, and runs up the staircase. "Kathy? Kathy! Kathy?" At the top of the stairs, on the landing, are three statues, each hiding its eyes in different ways. One is holding a Yale key on a chain. As Sally crouches to look at the statue, the one behind her reveals its eyes. Sally takes the key and turns. It hides its eyes again. Sally hears the sound of the front door closes and runs downstairs, just before the statue that had the key can touch her.
"No, wait! Hang on!"
Malcolm is heading down the driveway. Sally picks up the photographs and letters that he has collected and put on the bottom of the banister rail, and runs outside. The statues watch her from the windows.
Sally reads the rest of the letter, "I suppose, unless I live to a really exceptional old age, I will be long gone as you read this. Don't feel sorry for me. I have led a good and full life. I've loved a good man and been well loved in return. You would have liked Ben. He was the very first person I met in 1920." Sally visits Ben and Kathy's grave, and lays flowers. "To take one breath in 2007 and the next in 1920 is a strange way to start a new life, but a new life is exactly what I've always wanted."
"1902? You told him you were eighteen? You lying cow."
"My mum and dad are gone by your time, so really there's only Lawrence to tell. He works at the DVD store on Queen Street. I don't know what you're going to say to him, but I know you'll think of something. Just tell him I love him." A statue watches Sally leave.
Banto's DVD Store - new, second hand and rare. A bearded man at the counter is watching a shoot out on a film on the television fastened to the wall. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Lawrence Nightingale."
"Through the back."
"Hello?"
On the screen The Doctor was rolling his eyes at Martha, "Martha." He gripped, "Sorry." Martha leaves the picture and a hand comes to smack the back of his head from off to the side. "Ow! Quite possibly." He paused staring at the screen, "Afraid so." Larry enters from even further back in the premises.
"Oh. Hello. Can I help you?"
"Hi." She gives a half asses smile, "Thirty eight." Kate speaks up, "Er, just a mo." He pauses the playback. "Hang on. We've met, haven't we." He points at her staring for a second. "It'll come to you." She smirked, "Oh, my God." He crosses his hands in front of his groin. "There it is." She muttered with an eye roll. "Sorry. Sorry again about the whole" She was quick to interrupt him, "Message from your sister." She held out the letter to him. "Oh! Okay. What? What is it? What's the message?"
"She said to say. She just sort of mentioned it. She loves you. There, that's nice, isn't it?" Sally bit her lip after skipping the back and forth with a stiff smile. "Is she ill?" He asked, "No! No." Her eyes went wide, "Am I ill?"
"No!"
"Is this a trick?"
"No. She loves you."
"Yeah. Yeah, people don't understand time. It's not what you think it is." Larry pauses it again, Sally frowns. "Who is this guy?" She asked, "Sorry, the pause thing keeps slipping. Stupid thing." He tried to laugh it off but it didn't help much. "Last night at Kathy's, you had him on all those screens. That same guy. Talking about, I don't know, blinking or something." Sally tried to remember but it was all so emotional, "Yeah, the bit about the blinking's great. I was just checking to see if they were all the same."
"What were the same? What is this? Who is he?"
"An Easter egg."
"Excuse me?"
"Like a DVD extra, yeah? You know how on DVDs they put extras on, documentaries and stuff? Well, sometimes they put on hidden ones, and they call them Easter eggs. You have to go looking for them. Follow a bunch of clues on the menu screen." Larry tried to explain but was interrupted by the Doctor again. "Complicated." Larry gives a short laugh, "Sorry. It's interesting, actually. He is on seventeen different DVDs. There are seventeen totally unrelated DVDs, all with him on. Always hidden away, always a secret. Not even the publishers know how he got there. I've talked to the manufacturers, right? They don't even know. He's like he's a ghost DVD extra. Just shows up where he's not supposed to be. But only on those. Those seventeen."
"Well, what does he do?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, "Just sits there, making random remarks. It's like we're hearing half a conversation. Me and the guys are always trying to work out the other half." Larry explains with a shrug, "When you say you and the guys, you mean the internet, don't you?" She gave him a suspicious glare. "How'd you know?" He gapped at her in shock, "Spooky, isn't it?"
"Very complicated."
"Laurence? Need you."
"Excuse me a sec." Larry goes forward to the shop. "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff." He paused, "Started well, that sentence." Sally smirked at him from the screen. "It got away from me, yeah." The Doctor responded back causing her eyes to widen. "Okay, that was weird. Like you can hear me."
"Well, I can hear you." She pauses the screen and Larry comes back in. "Okay, that's enough. I've had enough now. I've had a long day and I've had bloody enough! Sorry. Bad day."
"Got you the list."
"What?"
"The seventeen DVDs. I thought you might be interested."
"Yeah, great. Thanks."
I sighed as we traipsed through the muddy ground, "I can't believe you wouldn't let me do anything else but this." I smack Theta again causing him to groan but give me a kiss anyway. "It's only because I love you and you know this." I rolled my eyes but nodded anyway, up ahead Billy slides down a wall. "Welcome." I cheer unenthusiastically, "Where am I?" Billy asks looking around confused as hell. I would be too, "1969. Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to." Theta mutters as he sits down next to the starstruck man. "Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went four times, back when we had transport." Martha glared causing me to snort in amusement.
She has been on his ass ever since we hit the month mark as she ended be the only able to hold down a job for us. "Working on it." Theta bit back with a annoyed glare, "How did I get here?" Billy asked as I cleared my throat to explain. "The same way we did. The touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year. No, no. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour." We all helped him up slowly as he shook his head, "I don't. I can't."
"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy." Theta rambled on adorably but apparently I was the only one that thought so. "What in God's name are you talking about?" Billy snapped in anger, "Trust me. Just nod when he stops for breath." Martha uttered out with an eye roll.
"Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow." He leads us away from where we found Billy. "I don't understand. Where am I?" He asked irritated, "1969, like he says."
"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home, but somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry, Billy. I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you a while."
Sally's mobile rings, "Hello? Billy, where are you? Where?" Just one bed is occupied, by the window. "Billy?" The old man in the bed wakes up. "It was raining when we met." He smiles, "It's the same rain." A little later, Sally looks at Billy's wedding photograph. "She looks nice." Sally nods, "Her name was Sally, too." He chuckled lowly, "Sally Shipton." She answers, "Sally Shipton. I often thought about looking for you before tonight, but apparently it would've torn a hole in the fabric of space and time, and destroyed two thirds of the universe. Also, I'd lost my hair."
"Two thirds of the universe. Where'd you get that from?"
"There's a man in 1969. He sent me with a message for you."
"What man?"
"The Doctor."
"And what was the message?" She asked confused, "Just this. Look at the list." He tells her causing her to frown, "What does that mean? Is that it? Look at the list?" Billy shrugged lightly. "He said you'd have it by now. A list of seventeen DVDs. I didn't stay a policeman back then. Got into publishing. Then video publishing. Then DVDs, of course."
"You put the Easter Egg on."
"Have you noticed what all seventeen DVDs have in common yet? I suppose it's hard for you, in a way."
"How could the Doctor have even known I had a list? I only just got this."
"I asked him how, but he said he couldn't tell me. He said you'd understand it one day, but that I never would."
"Soon as I understand it, I'll come and tell you."
"No, gorgeous girl, you can't. There's only tonight. He told me all those years ago that we'll only meet again this one time. On the night I die." He explains what happened to him, "Oh, Billy." She sighed sadly, "It's kept me going. I'm an old, sick man. But I've had something to look forward to. Ah, life is long, and you are hot. Oh, look at my hands. They're old man's hands. How did that happen?" He laughed at his own jokes. "I'll stay. I'm going to stay with you, okay?" She smiles with tears steaming down her cheeks, "Thank you, Sally Sparrow. I have till the rain stops." Later, the rain has stopped and the bed is empty. Sally leaves the hospital and calls Larry to bring the CDs to the old house where the statues laid in wait.
Sally lets Larry into the house. "You live in Scooby Doo's house." Larry mutters looking around, "For God's sake, I don't live here." Larry puts a DVD into his portable player. "Okay, this is the one with the clearest sound. Slightly better picture quality on this one, but I don't know" She shakes her head with a frown, "It doesn't matter." She shrugged, as the Doctor appears on the screen. "Okay. There he is." Larry points. "The Doctor." Sally gaps, "Who's the Doctor?" Larry asked confused, "He's the Doctor."
"Yup. That's me." He waved with a smile, "Okay, that was scary." Sally mutters glancing back at Larry who nodded. "No, it sounds like he's replying, but he always says that." Larry shrugged, "Yes, I do." The Doctor nodded, "And that."
"Yup. And this."
"He can hear us. Oh, my God, you can really hear us?" She gaps in shock, "Of course he can't hear us. Look, I've got a transcript. See? Everything he says. Yup, that's me. Yes, I do. Yup, and this. Next it's" Suddenly Kate appears in screen, "Are you going to read out the whole thing?" She and Larry speak together, causing him to pause. "Sorry." He utters slowly, "Who are you?" They watched the two before Kate leaves the screen. "I'm a time traveller. Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969." Martha suddenly appears in screen this time. "We're stuck. All of space and time, he promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop. Kate's pregnant so she's can't do anything and I've got to support him!"
"Martha."
"Sorry."
"I've seen this bit before."
"Quite possibly."
"1969, that's where you're talking from?" Sally asked squinting in confusion, "Afraid so." He muttered, "But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm going to say, forty years before I say it." She winced in confusion. "Thirty eight." Kate corrected once again from off screen like before. "I'm getting this down. I'm writing in your bits." He takes paper out and begins to write everything down. "How? How is this possible? Tell me."
"Not so fast."
"People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is."
"Then what is it?"
"Complicated."
"Tell me." She glared, "Very complicated." Kate spoke from off screen, "I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronise me because people have died, and I'm not happy. Tell me." She snapped in annoyance, "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey stuff." He winced again, "Yeah, I've seen this bit before. You said that sentence got away from you."
"It got away from me, yeah." The Doctor nodded, "Next thing you're going to say is, well I can hear you." Sally nodded along, "Well, I can hear you." She scoffed with an eye roll at the repeat. "This isn't possible." She bit out, "No. It's brilliant!" Larry laughed as he continued to write. "Well, not hear you, exactly, but I know everything you're going to say." Kate explained as she popped into the screen once again. "Always gives me the shivers, that bit."
"How can you know what I'm going to say?"
"Look to your left." Where Larry is sitting on the floor, writing. "What does he mean by look to your left? I've written tons about that on the forums. I think it's a political statement." Larry rambles on in confusion, "He means you. What are you doing?" She asked him as she looked over his shoulder. "I'm writing in your bits. That way I've got a complete transcript of the whole conversation. Wait until this hits the net. This will explode the egg forums." He geeked out as the Doctor nodded along, "I've got a copy of the finished transcript. It's on my autocue." He pointed towards the screen. "How can you have a copy of the finished transcript? It's still being written."
"I told you. I'm a time traveller. I got it in the future." The Doctor rolled his eyes, "Okay, let me get my head round this. You're reading aloud from a transcript of a conversation you're still having." Sally corrected with a frown,
"Yeah. Wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey." He waved his hand with a smirk. "Never mind that. You can do shorthand?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, "So?" Larry spoke insulted.
"What matters is, we can communicate. We have got big problems now. They have taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phone box."
"The angels have the phone box. That's my favourite, I've got it on a t-shirt."
"What do you mean, angels? You mean those statue things?"
"Creatures from another world." Kate spoke with a grunt, "But they're just statues." Sally scoffed back. "Only when you see them." The Doctor corrected, "What does that mean?" She asked with a frown, "The lonely assassins, they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Of course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can."
Kate popped in for a second, "And I blinked, I totally blinked." Sally chuckled before looking at Larry. "Don't take your eyes off that." There is an Angel close by, "That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping. They can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now." He gave her a sympathetic look, "What am I supposed to do?" She asked him in annoyance and fear. "The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever, but the damage they could do could switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me."
"How? How?"
"And that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript, that's the last I've got. I don't know what stopped you talking, but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink. Good luck." The picture freezes, "No! Don't! You can't!" She shouts in horror. "I'll rewind him." Larry tries but she shakes her head. "What good would that do? You're not looking at the statue."
"Neither are you." The Angel is towering over them, reaching out, mouth wide open. They back away, "Keep looking at it. Keep looking at it." She demanded, "There's just one, right, there's just this one. We're okay if we just keep staring at this one statue. Everything's going to be fine." He tried to play off. "There are three more."
"Three?"
"They were upstairs before, but I think I heard them moving."
"Moving where? Three of them? Moving where?"
"I'm going to look around. I'm going to check. You keep looking at this one. Don't blink. Remember what he said. Don't even blink." She demanded causing him to scoff back with a nervous laugh, "Who blinks? I'm too scared to blink." He laughed awkwardly. "Okay, we're going to the door. The front door." Sally guides Larry backwards to the doorway. "Okay. We can't both get to the front door without taking our eyes off that thing, so you stay here."
"What?" He snapped back in horror, "I'll be just round the corner. You stay here. They've locked it. They've locked us in!" She comes back still scared, "Why?" She moves away to another room. "I've got something they want." She responds, "What?"
"The key. I took it last time I was here. They followed me to get it back. I led them to the blue box. Now they've got that."
"Well, give them the key."
"I'm going to check the back door. You wait here."
"Give them the key! Give them what they want! Sally, no. What if they come behind me?"
"Hang on!"
"Oh, God. Oh, God." His breathing picks up as he panics, "It's locked!" Larry looks behind him briefly to check where the doorway is, and when he turns back the Angel is inches from his face. "Sally! Sally!" He calls in fear, "It won't open!" She shouts in panic, "Sally, please, I can't do this! Sally, hurry up! Where are you?" He backs away through the doorway. "Larry? They've blocked off the back door, but there's a cellar. There might be a way out. A delivery hatch or something." She shouted back, "Coming! I can't stay here." Larry backs away round the corner.
The Tardis is here, with its three guardian Angels. "Okay, boys, I know how this works. You can't move so long as I can see you. Whole world in the box, the Doctor says. Hope he's not lying, because I don't see how else we're getting out." Larry runs past her. The Angel from upstairs is now behind them. "Oh, and there's your one." She mutters as they continue to back towards the Tardis. "Why's it pointing at the light?" The light bulb flickers as they go to the Tardis, back to back.
"Oh, my God, it's turning out the lights."
"Quickly!"
"I can't find the lock!" She cried out, "Sally, hurry up! Get it open! They're getting closer. Sally, come on!" In the flickering light, the snarling Angels are getting nearer. "It won't turn!" She cried out in panic, neither of them wanting to die this close. "Sally!" Finally they make into the beautiful police box that saved their lives. An image appears on an upper catwalk. "This is security protocol seven one two. This time capsule has detected the presence of an authorised control disc, valid one journey." Larry takes out the DVD case he put in his pocket and opens it. The DVD glows.
"Please insert the disc and prepare for departure." He voices, Sally spotting something on the console. "Looks like a DVD player. There's a slot." The Angels attack the Tardis, "They're trying to get in!" Larry shouts in panic causing Sally to snap in annoyance. "Well, hurry up then!" As the Tardis rocks to and fro, Larry gets the DVD into the slot. The time rotor starts up, "What's happening?" Just the Tardis itself dematerializes. "Oh, my God, it's leaving us behind. Doctor, no! You can't!" They can see the Angels that are around the Tardis, arms and mouths wide and not covering their eyes.
"Doctor!" The Tardis is gone, "Look at them! Quick, look at them!" They paused though when Larry notices something, "I don't think we need to. He tricked them, The Doctor tricked them. They're looking at each other. They're never going to move again." They laugh and hug each other in relief.
One year later, "Can you mind the shop? I'm just nipping next door for some milk." Larry asks Sally who smiles back. "Yeah. No worries." She then turns to the stack of papers. "What's this?" He asked looking over her shoulder. "Nothing." She has a folder containing the conversation transcript, Kathy's photographs and letter, and also a picture of an Angel covering its eyes. "Sally, can't you let it go?" Larry asks in annoyance, "Of course I can't let it go." She snapped back at him, "This is over." He tries to tell her gently causing her to roll her eyes back at him. "How did the Doctor know where to write the words on the wall? How could he get a copy of the transcript? Where did he get all that information from?"
"Look, some things you never find out. And that's okay."
"No, it isn't."
"Ever think this might be getting in the way of other things?"
"We just run a shop together. That's all it is, just a shop." Sally denies causing him to frown. "Anyway, milk. Back in a mo." Larry leaves. A taxi pulls up outside. Martha, Kate and the Doctor get out and start to go down the street. Sally runs outside in shock at the sight of the three of them.
"Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!" I frowned at the sight of the blonde women rushing to us with a big smile on her face. "Hello. Sorry, bit of a rush. There's a sort of thing happening. Fairly important we stop it." Theta smiles stiffly trying to be nice, "My God, it's you. It really is you. Oh, you don't remember me, do you?" Martha is carrying a quiver of arrows, while Theta and I carry long bows on our backs. "Doctor, we haven't have time for this. The migration's started." Martha nodded in the direction we needed to be.
"Look, sorry, I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times, especially at weddings. I'm rubbish at weddings, especially my own." He shot me a wink as I rolled my eyes and snorted, "Oh, my God, of course. You're a time traveller. It hasn't happened to you yet. None of it. It's still in your future." She chuckled as she blew out a breath of relief. "What hasn't happened?" I asked in confusion stepping closer. "Kate, Doctor, please. Twenty minutes to red hatching."
"It was me. Oh, for God's sake, it was me all along. You got it all from me."
"Got what?"
"Okay, listen. One day you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you. You're going to need it." Sally hands her file of documents to Theta as Martha takes off, "Kate! Doctor!" She snaps as I grab his arm, "Yeah, listen, listen, got to dash. Things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard." He tried to explain but it wasn't working so she just let out a laugh. "Okay. No worries. On you go. See you around some day." She started to back away, "What was your name?" I asked her cocking my head to the side. "Sally Sparrow."
"Good to meet you, Sally Sparrow." Larry returns with the milk. Sally takes his hand, "Goodbye, Doctor." Sally and Larry go back into the DVD store, now retitled Sparrow and Nightingale, Antiquarian Books and Rare DVDs. The camera pans up to the next building where a grotesque is sitting on the roof.
"Don't blink."
I watched in horror as he laughed with her, she was making him smile like I used too. They seemed so happy together like nothing could tear them apart.
"Blink and you're dead."
He just regenerated an decided he didn't want the old rages he grew up with, he wanted the new ones he discovered on his journey.
"Don't turn your back."
I had to, I had to turn away as she pulled him in for a deep kiss and he responded in kind as my heart broke even more.
"Don't look away."
I wanted to, so badly as I watched her parade around in his clothes while they laughed and smiled together. We used to do the same thing, and now I was nothing more than a forgotten aspect of his new life.
"And don't blink."
I did. I blinked and he married her, she lived with him happily. She gave him children while I withered away with nothing left to give to him. It had always been her after all, I was just nothing.
"Good luck."
I jumped awake with tears streaming down my face as Theta slept soundly beside me. I placed a hand over my chest and the other over my mouth as I sobbed silently. I hated myself so much even my conscience was starting to feel the same. I know I shouldn't, I know he loves me with every fiber of his being. I was the love of his life, and I am the mother of his unborn child. We made up, so I shouldn't be feeling this way but for some reason she still keeps coming back to kick me down when I finally feel up.
๑๑
You know I always say I'm going to take a break but I can't seem too lmao. I have officially written the last of Kate's eighth regeneration so y'all will be getting her ninth soon just not yet.
Sorry! This one is all over the place but it was so confusing going back and forth so I just rolled with it. I loved this episode, The Doctor had some awesome lines but the transcript itself is all over the place. I did skip a lot but I tried to incorporate some life of the three in the middle. It wasn't much and I'm sorry.
Thank you all for the love and support, Kate is officially 8 months pregnant.
And she seems to be having inner demons, which comes out a lot within the next few episodes. I will say this, The Master tends to bring the worst out in others just how Rose did.
Also it was based off a small edit I did on Tiktok. I made it and then I needed to figure out how to put it in the book lol.
Go check it out, let me know if you figure out which one it is.
@shittyhair_cosplay_foreO
5,533 Words
