|I like Balloons. Balloons are good.|
As you can probably tell, I'm not a very dark person.
I love Doctor Who. Because it's brilliant, fantastic, Molto Bene!
I am agnostic. I have no religion, but I'm not Aethiest either. Basically I'm too lazy to make up my mind.
I have an obsession with Time, Time Travellers and cool gadgets. I like cool gadgets. Cool gadgets are cool.
So... yeah. This is me. And my sitey... page... thing. Feel free to look around, the kettle's on. Drop in, leave a comment, and basically just enjoy yourself.
Living a Dream P32Hannah stared around the TARDIS in her white hospital gown, a look of amazement fixed on her face. She took it all in; the lights, the walls, the crazy console covered in all manner of contraptions, Amy leaning against the handrail and watching as the Doctor danced around, skating around the heart of the time machine. The TARDIS hummed, and Hannah felt the familiar rush of adventure ripple through her.Living a Dream P32 by ~Aredell
The Doctor looked up and walked over to her. He peered at her closely, like a curious professor investigating a battered book, "You okay?"
Hannah focused in on him, and broke into a grin. "It's you!" She flung herself on him, hugging him tigh
Living a Dream P31Entis was bleeding. Badly.Living a Dream P31 by ~Aredell
He staggered out of his workshop, holding a bandage tightly to his head where the bullet had grazed him. He supposed he should thank his lucky stars that he wasn't dead.
But then again, the dead didn't get headaches.
To say that the workshop was in tatters would be an understatement. You could say that it was frayed at the edges; or you could say that it had been torn apart by a group of baboons irritated by a school group of teenagers with mosquito ringtones.
He made his way through the scattered debris- well, the workshop. Nothing was left of his projects and life's work but scattered debris. But none of that
Living A Dream P30The TARDIS materialised in the workshop in exactly the same place as before, and the Doctor and Amy stepped out.Living A Dream P30 by ~Aredell
Their mouths fell open at the sight before them.
"Doctor, what happened?"
The workshop was thrown into chaos- scorch marks marked the piles of scrap metal, the lights hung from the ceiling haphazardly- flickering madly in a way likely to cause headaches- and the previously shining white clean floor gritted beneath their feet with a strange and melancholy mixture of oil and mud. A sharp, acrid smell sliced its way through their senses, bringing them to full alert. There was an eerie silence, broken only by the grating sound of th