‘Never say never whatever you do...’ The Doctor grinned, ’Ha! There’s a song there. Now, run along Fivel.’
‘Jenny, Doctor!’
‘Sorry - Jenny. Good bye.’ the Doctor said with weak wave.
Jenny turned and ran towards the clock tower. People began to emerge from the rubble and ruins of the town.
With his wave he saw the back of his hand begin to glisten with amber. He knew it was only time now before his new cycle of regeneration energy establishes itself in its new residence. He tried to control it with all his remaining strength; trying to suppress the inevitable change just that little bit longer. After all, he needed to change his clothes. He turned and as fast as he could and ambled towards the TARDIS.
He lent against the TARDIS’s resonating blue exterior. He felt the warmth from the hum of his trusty time machine. It felt like she was relieved to see him and welcoming him back safe and sound. It was reassuring to him also.
‘Hello old girl. Missed me?’ He whispered, brushing away the dust from her panels.
He fumbled in his pocket (or what was left of it) for the key. He took it out and slid it inside the lock, opening the door with a click, it creaked open. The cool clean crisp air rushed from inside. It felt refreshing and reminded him of an Earthly sea breeze.
He waited a moment before entering and read the writing to the phone
hatch on the other door. He seemed to think long and hard at the words
before pulling the hatch open. Inside sat a phone. He recalled he needed
to patch the line back through into the console at some point. He would
get around to it but not just now. Perhaps the Doctor will do it when
he’s gone. Perhaps the Doctor won’t actually think it is as important.
He felt sad. Very shortly, he will be gone and the Doctor will take off
in his TARDIS and take Clara with him on new journeys and adventures.
He snapped out of his self-pity. He knew Clara would be along soon and there was something he was sure he needed to do before he left. Well, apart from one final bowl of fish fingers and custard.
The Doctor grimaced, holding back the resurgent energy within the depths of his cells and reached in for the phone receiver. He wedged it between his shoulder and left ear and started to dial.
He waited for the phone to connect. It clicked before it rang several times.
A familiar voice responded on the other end.
He snapped out of his self-pity. He knew Clara would be along soon and there was something he was sure he needed to do before he left. Well, apart from one final bowl of fish fingers and custard.
The Doctor grimaced, holding back the resurgent energy within the depths of his cells and reached in for the phone receiver. He wedged it between his shoulder and left ear and started to dial.
He waited for the phone to connect. It clicked before it rang several times.
A familiar voice responded on the other end.
‘Hello?’ She answered.
THE END
written by
J. ARTHUR RODGERS
copyright 2014
artwork by
J.ARTHUR RODGERS
COLIN JOHN
copyright 2014