sands-of-vulcan

Rosie Pringle rested her head against the window of the number 9 bus, one of the few still in service, which clattered noisily through the centre of London. Around her, an impressive cross-section of people from all walks of life; businessmen and women, students, parents and children, all sitting in silence. Turning a corner, the dull wash of featureless buildings turning her thoughts inwards. She couldn't help but replay the unusual events of a few days ago; the eccentric giant in ill-fitting clothes, being pushed onto the streets. His shouting about being a 'Timegod' or something could easily have been dismissed as drunken rantings, unfortu

The Doctor looked around the laboratory and steeled himself; its occupants consisted of two armed guards and several scientists, clad in blue translucent chemical suits and gas masks. A frontal assault would be suicide, but this was not a time at which the Doctor had clarity of mind. He slid into the room quietly and grasped the stand of one of the scanning computers in the corner; timing it carefully, he tugged hard, sending the computer screen crashing to the ground, allowing him to grasp the stand as a weapon. The soldiers turned immediately and raised their weapons, the scientists dropping their tools and backing away. The Doctor approac

The Doctor uncomfortably shifted the crude boiler suit he had been provided around his frame. The material was less than accommodating, feeling rather more like a tarpaulin with a zip front. He was unceremoniously stuffed into a white walled room, containing a table, chair, and a mirror, double-sided of course. The guard left him silently and closed the door, failing completely to hide the sound of his keys in the lock. The Doctor grunted and sat down heavily on the hard backed chair, ruffling his hair. He decided he would use these precious moments to stare intently into the mirror, knowing full well there were several on the other side star

"Get out!" came a yell as the tall stranger was forcefully discarded from the house by Rosie's father – he spat out a mouthful of snow and defiantly shouted back; "I'm the Doctor, you know! I've saved the planet! I've travelled in time and space! I've seen things you could-" he trailed off slowly as the door closed and locked in front of him, the biting, icy wind now attacking his cheeks and arms, as he pulled his jacket around him; little protection, as it was around three sizes too small. Wincing slightly as he attempted to walk in shoes designed for a person at least a foot shorter than him, he plodded awkwardly through the deep snow

"Alright! Lower it there! Slowly!" A tow-truck, from the Foreman Haulage firm slowly began its gentle lowering of the old 1960's police public call box from its flat bed. A portly man scratched his head and watched it thud to the ground, clenching his jaw. "Mr Foreman, you ever seen one of these before?" a worker commented idly; "A 'Police Public Call Box'" "Aye lad, I've seen 'em before, but not for years. They was decommissioned ages ago." Foreman walked around the box slowly and tapped the side with his knuckles, "She's in good condition, for her age." A slight metallic pang echoed through the yard, causing the gathering to step backwar

As the first glimmers of the dawns sun reflected off the light sprinkling of snow across the gardens of a quiet London street, Rosie Pringle tried her best to will her body into action, fighting the warm comfort of her duvet. The sunlight was filtering into the room at just the right angle to be an incredible nuisance, shining onto Rosie's eyes. She grunted and turned a few times before sighing in frustration and throwing the covers away. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and sleepily trudged to the window, flinging the curtains aside, wincing slightly at the sudden flush of light into the room. Dressing within a few minutes, Rosie set foot on

Hello, You're probably wondering who I am, and why this letter has found itself upon your doormat (inner doormat I hope, otherwise your postman is rubbish) – anyway. You have been exclusively selected from a lottery of about a trillion trillion bazillion million lifeforms to receive a special message! Brilliant, isn't it! No? Well at least I'm not the tax man, or your quarterly phone bill. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm the Doctor. I travel through time and space in a battered old ship (sorry dear) and I have seen all the wonders you could possibly imagine. I was on Skaro when the Thals still made a stand. I was on Mondas wh