Night Terrors
It was just a typical day on the TARDIS. We were just flying through the Time Vortex when all of the sudden I felt a hot sensation coming from my inside jacket pocket. I took out my psychic paper and saw a message on it, "Please save me from the monsters." said The Doctor, Annabelle and I together. I looked up and saw that The Doctor and Annabelle had their psychic paper out as well. We put our psychic paper away and started to set coordinates, "Haven't done this in a while!" said The Doctor.
"Done what? What're you doing?" asked Amy.
"Making a house call."
We walked out of the TARDIS and found ourselves at a council estate. I smiled as I thought of Rose. Rory spoke up and said, "No offence, Doctor…"
The Doctor walked out, "Meaning the opposite."
"...but we could get a bus somewhere like this."
"The exact opposite," said The Doctor as he closed the door of the TARDIS.
"Well, I suppose it can't all be planets and history and stuff, Rory," said Amy
"Yes, it can!" said The Doctor, "Course it can! Planets and history and stuff. That's what we do! But not today."
I took sonic and did a quick scan the courtyard., "Today, we're answering a cry for help from the scariest place in the universe - a child's bedroom."
We walked through the yard and in to the building. As we waited for the elevator, The Doctor took out his psychic paper and looked at it. Rory caught a glimpse of it and said, "'Please save me from the monsters.' Who sent that?"
The Doctor closed it and tapped Rory on the head with it, "That's what we're here to find out." he closed the wallet and put it away.
"Sounds like something a kid would say," Said Amy
"Exactly," said Annabelle, "A scared kid. A very scared kid. So scared that somehow its cry for help got through to us. In the TARDIS."
"Yeah, but you've traced it here?"
"Exactly," I said. The elevator arrived and The Doctor said, "Ah! Going up." Then, we stepped inside. We deiced to split up to cover more territory but we had little success. I caught up to my uncle and said, "Hey… Any luck…"
"Nope," he said, "How about you?"
"Nope," I looked over the side and saw Amy, Rory and Annabelle on the floor below us. As they walked by a window, I saw a little boy peeking out a window. "Doctor… Over there…" I pointed.
He saw the little boy too. The boy looked scared… He looked at me and I nodded. We took the stairs to the next floor and caught up with Amy, Rory, and Annabelle by the elevator, Hey! Any luck?" asked Amy.
"Three old ladies," I said.
"A traffic warden from Croatia" said The Doctor.
"And a man with ten cats."
"What are we actually looking for?" said Rory.
"Ten cats!" said The Doctor to me. Then he looked at Rory, "Scared kid, remember?"
"I found scary kids. Does that count?" asked Annabelle, with a smile.
"Hm. Try the next floor down. Catch you later," said The Doctor, as he and I walked off.
We walked to the front door of the flat that the window we saw the boy peek out of and The Doctor knocked on the front door and a man opened it. We showed the man our psychic paper, and he said, "Oh. Right. That was quick."
"Was it?" I asked.
"Claire said she'd phoned someone. Social Services."
"Yes."said The Doctor. I looked at the psychic paper and it said, 'Ministry of Social Services: Theodora Duncan', "Yes!"
"It's not, easy, you know... admitting your kid's got a problem." said the man.
"You've got a problem. I've got a problem. I bet they're connected, I'm Doctor John Smith." We put our psychic paper away, "Call me Doctor. This is my partner Theodora Duncan. Call her Teddy. What can we call you?"
"Alex."
"Hello, Alex," I said as The Doctor and I shook his hand and we stepped inside.
"So... tell us about George," said The Doctor as he looked at a door that has a hand drawn sign that says "George's Room".
Alex took us to the parlor in the flat. We were sitting on the sofa. The Doctor and I were looking through a photo album, "Ever since he was born he's been a funny kid." said Alex.
"Funny's good! We like funny, don't we?" said The Doctor.
"He never cries. Bottles it all up, I suppose. Tell him off, he just looks at you."
"How old is he?" I asked, as we looked through George's baby pictures.
"He was eight in January. He should be growing out of stuff like this, shouldn't he?"
"Maybe," I said as I closed the album and put it down, "It's got worse, though lately?"
"Yeah," said Alex, "We talked about getting help. You know, maybe sending him somewhere. He started getting these nervous tics, you know, funny little cough. Blinking all the time. But now it's got completely out of hand." Alex stood up, "I mean he's scared to death of everything."
"Pantaphobia," said The Doctor.
"What?!"
"That's what it's called. Pantaphobia. Not a fear of pants though, if that's what you're thinking. It's a fear of everything, including pants, I suppose, in that case. Sorry. Go on."
"He hates clowns."
"Understandable."
"Old toys. He thinks the old lady across the way is a witch. He hates having a bath in case there's something under the water. The lift sounds like someone breathing!" Alex sighed, "Look, I don't know," the he sat down, "I'm not an expert. Maybe you can get through to him."
"We'll do our best," I said.
Just then we heard a crash come from George's room. Alex went in first, "George? You OK? What's the matter?" there was a lamp on the floor and he knelt to pick it up, "Oh. Never mind. Were you having a nightmare, son?"
"Wasn't a nightmare. I wasn't asleep," said George.
The Doctor and I walked in, I looked and saw Alex on the floor holding a lamp. In the bed was George, a normal looking 8 year old boy with short blond hair, "Who are you?" asked George.
"I'm Teddy," I said and, This is The Doctor."
George got very scared, "A doctor? Have you come to take me away?"
"No, George, I just want to talk to you."
"What about?"
The Doctor and I walked into the room, "About the monsters." The Doctor picked up a Rubik's Cube and we sat down on the foot of George's bed.
Alex stood and started to pace, "Maybe it was things on the telly, you know?"
"Maybe." I said.
"Scary stuff, getting under his skin, frightening him."
"Hm-hm." said The Doctor as he worked on solving the Rubik's Cube.
"So we stopped letting him watch," said Alex.
"Oh, you don't want to do that," The Doctor gave George a small smile.
"Then Claire thought it might have been something he was reading."
"Great! Reading's great. You like stories, George?" asked The Doctor. George nodded, "Yeah? Me, too. When I was your age, about, ooh... a thousand years ago, I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White And The Seven Keys To Doomsday, eh? All the classics. Rubbish." he threw the Rubik's Cube over his shoulder, "Must be broken. I hate those things." I rolled my eyes and George laughed, "Better tidy it away, though, eh?" said The Doctor as he stood and took the cube from Alex, "How about in here?" said The Doctor as he walked to the cupboard. George gasped, "No? Not in the cupboard?"
"Why not in there, George?" I asked.
"It's a... thing," said Alex, "A thing we got him doing ages back. Anything that frightens him, we put it in the cupboard. Creepy toys, scary pictures, that sort of thing."
"And is that where the monsters go?" I asked. I stood up and walked over to The Doctor, "There's nothing to be scared of, George. It's just a cupboard." I was about to open it when a loud knock started us,
"Front door." said Alex then he went to answer it.
"Evening," said a male voice. I could tell by the panting he had a dog with him.
"Oh, hi," said Alex.
"How's Claire?"
"Good, thanks. At work. Look, this really isn't a good time. Maybe later…"
"And the kiddie?"
"Good."
"Yeah. You know how I hate to mention it, but it's that time again."
"Yes."
"And you know I like my money prompt."
"The thing is, I still haven't found anywhere since the shop shut and Claire's wage only goes so far. I thought we could, you know, come to some sort of arrangement."
I looked over at George and he was trying to watch what was going on through the crack in the doorway as he sat on the bed. He looked a bit worried. I deiced to take his mind off things and I took out my sonic screwdriver and turned it on, "Is that a torch?" he asked.
"Nope," I said, "It's a screwdriver!" I sat on the bed, "A sonic screwdriver. But it's more that just a screwdriver… It does other stuff too…"
"Please may I see the other stuff?"
I smiled at his politeness, "Yes, you may." I waved my sonic at the battery operated toys on the floor and they started to move, "Pretty cool, huh?"
The Doctor joined George and me on the bed as George watched the toys with fascination, "That's better," said The Doctor, "No tears from George. That's what I've heard. Go on, give us a smile. There's a brave little soldier. Bit rusty at this."
"So," I said as I stood up, "What do you say we open this cupboard, huh?" I turned off the toys with my sonic. Then, I took a couple of steps and scanned the cupboard with my sonic "There's nothing to be…" my sonic increased in pitch. I checked the readings, "Off the scale…"
I sat back down and showed my uncle the readings, "Off the scale. How...?"
Just then we heard the man who was talking to Alex say, "All I want is my £350. Simple as that. Ni-night. Come on, son. Come on. (leaves)"
The front door closed and The Doctor put a hand on George's sholder to comfort him as we stared at the cupboard. Then, Alex walked in, "Right. Sorry about that. So, have we got this thing open yet?" he started to walk to the cupboard to open it.
The Doctor and I shot up off the bed and rush toward him, "No! No! No, no, no!" we said together, "You don't want to do that!" I said as The Doctor and I reached him.
"Why?" asked Alex.
"Because George's monsters are real," said The Doctor.
A short while later, The Doctor and I were in Alex's kitchen making tea. The Doctor was searching the cabinets for teacups when Alex came in, "You're supposed to be professionals!" he shouted, "I'll never get him to sleep now!" The Doctor found the teacups and hand them to me then Alex said, "It's so... Irresponsible."
"No, Alex," said The Doctor, "Responsible. Very. Cupboard bad. Cupboard not bare. Stay away from cupboard. And there's something else. Something we've missed. Something staring us in the face."
"Look, I'd like you both to leave, please. You're just making things worse. Will you stop making tea!" said Alex as he took the tea cups from me, "I want you to leave!"
I took the cups back, "No…" Then I opened the fridge.
"What? What do you mean 'no'?" Alex closed the fridge, "Leave! Get out!" I opened the fridge and Alex closed it, "Now, please! Look, maybe this was a bad idea. We should sort out George ourselves."
"You can't." I said as I opened the fridge, took out the milk and poured it into the cups.
"No-one's going to tell us how to run our lives," said Alex, "I don't care who you are or what wheels have been set in motion. We'll sort it!"
"We're not just professionals. I'm The Doctor and she's Teddy.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means we've come a long way to get here, Alex," I said, "A very long way. George sent a message… no it wasn't a message it was a distress call. Whatever's inside that cupboard is so terrible, so powerful that it amplified the fears of an ordinary little boy across all the barriers of Time and Space."
"Eh?!" said Alex.
"Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire," said The Doctor, "Through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes? They're old eyes. And one thing I can tell you, Alex... monsters are real."
"You're not from Social Services, are you?"
"No…" I said with a smile.
"First things first. You got any Jammie Dodgers?" asked The Doctor.
We took the tea into the parlor and sat down on the sofa and looked at another album. This one mostly had pictures of Alex and his wife, Claire, "What is it with these photos?" he put the album down and picked up his tea, "Anyway!" He took a sip, "Good. Nice tea. Nothing like a cuppa, but decision." he put his cup down, "Should we open the cupboard?"
Alex spit out his tea, "What?!"
"Should we open the cupboard?" I asked.
"Well…"
"Got to open the cupboard, haven't we?" asked The Doctor, "Course we have! Come on, Alex! Alex! Come on! How else will we ever find out what's going on here?"
"Right." said Alex as he stood up, "But you two said…"
"Monsters! Yeah, well, that's what we do! Breakfast, dinner and tea. Fight the monsters. So this... this is just an average day at the office."
"OK. Yeah. You're right."
"Or maybe we shouldn't open the cupboard!" I said, "We have no idea what might be in there! How powerful, how evil it might be!"
"We don't?!" asked Alex.
"Come on, Alex! Are you crazy? We can't open the cupboard!"
"God, no. No, we mustn't!"
The Doctor stood and put his hands on either side of Alex's head, "Right. That settles it."
"Settles what?" asked Alex.
The Doctor removed his hands from Alex's head, grabbed his cup and finished his tea, "Going to open the cupboard." I finished my tea, stood up and followed him.
We went into George's bedroom and stood in front of the cupboard. The Doctor stretched his arms and cracked his neck. The Doctor slowly walked forward. I looked down and saw George watch from behind Alex. The Doctor then unfastened the latch, reached for the hand and yanked the doors open. All that was inside was some clothes, old toys and a dollhouse. The Doctor closed the doors and turned around, "I don't understand it," I said, "It has to be the cupboard. The readings from the sonic screwdriver, they were... Wait a minute!" I ran out of the room and grabbed the photo album we were looking at, "Alex, How old is George?"
"What? How old?" asked Alex.
"Yes. How old is George?"
"Well, I told you. Just turned eight."
"So you remember when he was born then?"
"Of course!"
"Of course you do! How could you not?" I found the photo I was looking for, "You and Claire. Christmas Eve. 2002, right?" I showed Alex and The Doctor the photo. It was of Claire and Alex at a Christmas party.
"What? Er... Yeah."
The Doctor saw the photo and knew what I was getting at, "Couple of weeks before George was born," said The Doctor, "Tell us about the day he arrived. Must've been wonderful."
"Best day of my... Life," said Alex.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes."
"You don't sound sure," said The Doctor.
"What are you trying to say?" asked Alex, "Look, I don't like this. I've told you before, I want you to go!" he pointed at the door.
"What's the matter, Alex?"
"I can't... Don't! Oh, this is scary!"
"No, Alex. This is scary. Claire with baby George," I showed Alex another photo of Claire holding baby George, "George was a newborn then?"
"Yes," said Alex.
"Less than a month after Christmas," said The Doctor.
"So?"
"So Look!" as I showed Alex the Christmas photo again, "Claire's not pregnant!"
"What?" said Alex.
"She's not pregnant."
"Well, of course not. Claire can't have kids!" Alex's eyes went big as he realized what he said.
I closed the album, "Say that again."
"We tried everything. She was desperate. As much IVF as we could afford, but... Claire can't have kids. How... How can I have forgotten that?"
We turned and looked at George, who was sitting on the bed.
"Who are you, George?" asked The Doctor.
"It's not possible! This isn't…" said Alex.
"George?" I asked.
The room started to shake and light started to appear through the cracks in the cupboard door. The bedside lamp turned on brightly. Alex, The Doctor and I looked at each other. The cupboard door swung open. Then, Alex, The Doctor and I were pulled toward it. We tried to fight it but the force was very strong "George...! George, what's going on? Are you doing this?"
"What's happening?" asked Alex.
George pulled his legs up under his chin and kept repeating, "Please save me from the Monsters!"
"George!" I shouted.
"Doctor!" shouted Alex.
"George!" shouted The Doctor as he was pulled into the cupboard.
"George!" shouted Alex as he was pulled into the cupboard.
"George!" I shouted as I pulled into the cupboard.
We woke up on the floor of a dining room. The Doctor jumped up and ran to the door, "George! Don't do this! We want to help you, George!"
Alex and I leaned on the table to get up, "We went...We went into the cupboard! We went into the cupboard! How can it be bigger in here?"
The Doctor went to the table and sniffed the roasted chicken that was on the table, "It's more common than you'd think, actually." I said, "Are you OK?"
"Where are we?" asked Alex.
"Obvious, isn't it?" asked The Doctor.
"No!"
I looked around touched the chicken and I could tell it wasn't real, "I'm guessing were in the dollhouse?"
"The dolls' house?!" said Alex.
"In the cupboard. In your flat. The dolls' house!" said The Doctor.
"No, no, just slow down, would you?"
"Look! Wooden chicken!" The Doctor tossed the chicken to Alex who caught it, "Cups, saucers, plates," he a plate and cup, " knives, forks, fruit, chickens! Wood! So... we're either inside the dolls' house or this a refuge for dirty posh people who eat wooden food. Or termites! Giant termites trying to get on the property ladder." He picked up a melon and handed it to Alex, "No, that's not possible. Is that possible?"
"I certainly hope not," I said.
The Doctor left the room. Alex dropped the items he was holding and he and I followed The Doctor out to a hallway, "Look, will you stop?" said Alex as we caught up to The Doctor. He grabbed his lapels, "What is he? What is George? And how could I forget that Claire can't have kids? How?"
"Perception filter." said The Doctor as he clapped Alex's arms as started to walk down the all.
"It must a very powerful perception filter," I said as Alex and I followed., "It changed the memories of you, Claire, and everyone you know."
The Doctor stopped in front of a mirror and made a face, "Now, what could do that?: Then he continued walking down the hall.
Alex looked in the mirror, "Just a mirror."
"So, Claire can't have kids and something responded to that," I said, "What could do that?"
"I thought you were the experts, fighting monsters all day long. You tell me!" said Alex.
"Oi, listen, mush. Old eyes, remember?" asked The Doctor, "We've been around the block a few times. More than a few. They've knocked down the blocks we've been round and re-built them as bigger blocks. Super blocks! I've been round them as well. We can't remember everything."
"Doctor...Teddy…"
"It's like trying to remember the name of someone you met at a party when you were two," I said.
"The lift," said Alex
"And I can't just plump for 'Brian' like I normally do," said The Doctor.
"Listen!" shouted Alex.
"Shh." said The Doctor as we heard a breathing noise, "What's that?"
"It's the lift," said Alex, "It's the sound that the lift makes. George is scared stiff of it." Alex turned and looked at something on the floor. I looked in the direction she was looking and saw an electric candelabra with five candles. The candles turned off one by one and then turned on one by one, "Five times." said Alex as he knelt down next to the candles.
"What?" said The Doctor.
"The lights. It's happening five times. It's like one of George's habits."
The Doctor and I knelt down beside him, "We have to switch the light on and off five times."
"Now you're getting it!" said The Doctor.
"What d'you mean?"
"Alex," I said, "What do you and Claire tell George to do with everything that scares him?"
"Well, put it in the... Cupboard."
"Alex, George isn't just an ordinary little boy. So, anything scary he puts in here. Scary toys, like the dollhouse. Scary noises, like the lift. Even his little rituals have become part of it. This cupboard has become a psychic warehouse for all his fears, but what is he?"
Just then we heard giggling behind us. We turned and saw a large doll behind us. We turned back at the candle then we looked at each other then back at the doll, "Oh, my God!" said Alex. We stood up and The Doctor and I took out our sonics but they had no effect on the doll. It started to walk toward us, "Guns? You've got guns?!"
"They're not guns," said The Doctor. "Wood! I've got to invent a setting for wood. It's embarrassing."
We ran for the door on the other side of the room. The Doctor picked up a large pair of purple children's safety scissors, "Come on!" The Doctor pushed the doll away with the scissors and we escaped.
"Don't run away. We just want to play." we heard the doll call out.
We ran into the hallway, ran through another door and we reached the grand staircase of the house. "So… Let see" I said. "Massive psychic field."
"Perfect perception filter," said The Doctor, "And that need." The Doctor gave the scissors to Alex to use them against the doll that was following us, "That need of Claire's to, to... Stupid Doctor!" The Doctor slapped his for head, "Ow! George is a Tenza!"
"Of course!" I said, "It all makes now!"
"He's a what?!"
"A Tenza," I said as The Doctor opened another door and saw a doll there. He quicky closed the door. "There kind of like cuckoo birds. Millions of them hatch in space and then they drift off looking for a nest. The Doctor tried another door and found another doll, "The Tenza young can sense exactly what their foster parents want and then they assimilate. Perfectly."
"George is an... Alien?" said Alex as he pushed the two dolls back with the scissors.
"Yup," said The Doctor.
"But he's... he's our child!" said Alex.
The Doctor and I went up the stairs, "Of course he is," said The Doctor, "The child you always wanted. He sensed that instinctively and sought you out, but something scared him. Started this cycle of fear." Alex joined us on the stairs as the three dolls got closer. The Doctor continued, "It's all completely instinctive. Subconscious. George isn't even aware that he's controlling it." The Doctor scratched his head.
"So we have to make him aware." I said as we ran up the next flight of stairs, "George! George! You're the only one who can stop this, but you have to believe! You have to believe, you have to know you're safe! The Doctor and I can't save you from the monsters. Only you can! George, Listen to me! George! Listen to me!" Just then I turned and saw Rory and Annabelle walking down the stairs fending off dolls with a mop. "Annabelle!" I called.
"Mom!" said Annabelle.
"Rory!" said The Doctor.
"Doctor!" said Rory.
"Where's Amy?" Rory and Annabelle pointed at a red-haired doll. Then, The Doctor said, "George! George, you have to face your fears. You have to face them now! You have to open the cupboard or we'll all be trapped here forever in a living death! George!"
"George, listen to me! George!" I shouted as dolls were forcing the five of us together, "George listen to me! George! Please! George, you have to end this! End this end this. End this now!"
All of the sudden the dolls stopped. I looked and saw George standing in the center of the room below us. I smiled, "George! You did it! It's OK, it's all OK now. Everything's going to be fine." Then the dolls started to move again… this time they were walking down the stairs to George. "No. No. No, no, no, no, no!" I said, as I leaned over the banister, "George, you created this whole world. This whole thing, you can smash it! You can destroy it!"
"Something's holding him back," said The Doctor, " Something's holding him back. Something…"
Then, something popped in my head, "Doctor," I said, "Remember when we first met George. He was scared that you were going to take him away…"
"That's it!" said The Doctor. He turned to Alex, "That's what did it. That's what the trigger was. He thought you were rejecting him. He thought he wasn't wanted. That someone was going to come and take him away."
The dolls moved closer to George who was shaking with fear, "Well, we... we talked about it." said Alex.
"Yeah, and he heard you, Alex," I said, "A Tenza's sole function is to fit in, to be wanted, and you were rejecting him."
"We just couldn't cope. We needed help!"
Rory and Annabelle kept pushing the dolls back with their mops. "Yes, but George didn't know that," I said, "He thought you were rejecting him. He still thinks it."
"But how can we keep him? How can we? He's not…"
"Not what?" asked The Doctor.
We looked down at George and saw the dolls start to surround him, "He's not... Human." said Alex.
"No."
Just then George called out, "DAD!"
That was all Alex need to jump into action. He pushed the scissors into The Doctor's arms, ran down the stairs, pushed past the dolls and grabbed George into a big hug. The dolls stopped and George started to cry., "Whatever you are," said Alex to George, "Whatever you do, you're my son. And I will never, ever send you away. Oh, George. Oh, my little boy."
"Dad." said George.
Then we started to see sunlight come through the windows of the dollhouse, "My little boy," said Alex.
"Dad." said George.
Then we were transported out of the dollhouse and back to George's room. Rory, Amy and Annabelle weren't there. I called Annabelle on my cell phone and found out they were on a elevator when they were transported to the dollhouse and when they were relased they were sent back to the elevator. I told Annabelle that The Doctor and I would met them at the TARDIS when we were done with Alex and George.
A little while later, The Doctor was making kippers for Alex and George We heard the front door unlock and saw Claire walk in, "Hi!" she said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Hello! You're Claire, I expect. Claire…" said The Doctor as he walked up to her and kissed her on both cheeks, "How'd you feel about kippers?" Then he went back to the stove.
"Er... Who?" asked Claire.
"They sent someone," said Alex, "About George. It's all sorted."
Claire went to George, who was sitting on the counter and rubs his back as he eats a slice of bread.
"Yeah, we had a great time, didn't we?" I asked.
"Yeah!" said George.
"See, he's fine," said The Doctor.
"What? Just like that?" asked Claire.
"Yes. Trust us."
Claire smiled. Alex walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek, while George sat on the counter smiling and swinging his legs. The Doctor and I decided it was time us to leave. We walked out of the flat and then we heard Alex call out, "Doctor, Teddy, wait!"
"Sorry, yes. Bye." said The Doctor as he shook Alex's hand.
"You can't just... I mean…" stuttered Alex.
"It's sorted. You sorted it. Good man, Alex. Proud of you." said The Doctor as we turned and walked away.
"What, that's it?"
We stopped and turned around, "Well, apart from making sure he eats his vegetables and getting him into a good school, yes." I said.
"But is he going to... I don't know, sprout another head or three eyes or something?"
"He's one of the Tenza remember? He'll adapt perfectly now," said The Doctor. Then George walked out, "Hey!" Then, The Doctor looked back at Alex, "Be whatever you want him to be."
Then The Doctor and I walked away. I stopped and turned around and said, "We might drop by again around puberty. It's always a funny time." Then we walked away.
The Doctor and I found Annabelle, Amy and Rory sitting on a low brick wall near the estate, "Come on, you three. Things to do, people to see, whole civilizations to save." I said as I sat down between Annabelle and Amy and The Doctor sat down between Amy and Rory, "You feeling OK?"
"Erm, I think so." said Amy.
The Doctor put an arm around Amy and Rory and I put an arm around Annabelle and Amy, "Well, it's good to be all back together again. In the flesh. Come on." Then we all stood and headed back to the TARDIS.
Annabelle shivered, "Don't say 'In the flesh…'" We all laughed as we headed into the TARDIS.
A/N: If you like this story favorite, follow and review. It gives me the inspiration to continue.