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All of Time and Space: End?My condition is steadily decreasing as the Doctor takes us to some of the most beautiful places across time and space. There's Appalapachia, with beautiful topiary and the bluest blue sky ever. He explains to me that the people here are like him, they have two hearts. But they don't regenerate. And neither do I, because at this point I can hardly move. The poison is taking its toll. But yet he still take me to these places, helps me to walk, just so I can have the universe in my soul and starlight I my eyes. As we come back into the doors collapse to the floor. There is nothing I can do in all the world. He tells me I have five more minutes, and picks me up to set me gingerly on the van seat, my new most visited part of the TARDIS. I can just hear her, whispering, but I can't quite understand. Like trying to shout at someone through the glass. He says he is going to take me to one more place. After flicking a few buttons, we're off for the mystery planet. He sits beside me.
"Did I ever
All Of Time And Space: Life, the universe, and....I woke up in a dark room. I wondered vaguely where I was and why I was here. Then I remembered the grass of fire and all its beauty. I wondered if that's why I'd passed out, but then I remembered being hit. Unconsciousness is a curious thing. You think you have the whole story then you realize that, no, a whole other thing happened to you and you didn't remember it because your stupid head is being an idiot. I was pondering the further qualities of unconsciousness when a person walked in. At first, I thought it was the Doctor but then I realized he was way too short. The Doctor was like six feet tall or something and this guy was almost laughably short. I tried to stand up but then I realized I was tied to the chair. He must be my captor, I thought.
"What is your name?" he asked in a high- pitch squeaky voice that made me laugh.
"Who are you to care?" I replied.
"I am Sir Arthur Conrad Ewald Herbert Anderson the Fourth of the High Court of Barcelona, and you will obey me!" he squeaked,
All Of Time And Space: An Unpleasant GreetingI sat on the van seat of the TARDIS, glad to be back in my own clothes, glad to be back somewhere at least semi-familiar. It's funny. I've only known the Doctor for a few days but it already feels like I've known him all my life. It just feels… right, him at the console pushing buttons and me standing around looking impressed. Or in this case, sitting down and acting sullen.
"So where are we going?" I asked.
"I have absolutely no idea," he said.
"How can you not have any idea? You pushed the buttons!" I said.
"I pushed the buttons, yes. But I pushed the buttons that set the controls to random," he said, "Do you feel okay?"
"What? Um, yeah, why wouldn't I?" I replied, confused.
"Never mind. Sometimes the TARDIS makes people a bit… time-sick, if you will," he said, oblivious to his status as a terrible liar. I stood up and came over to the controls.
"So how do you steer this thing?" I asked.
"Depends on what kind of mood old girl is in," the Doctor replied.
"So the TARDIS i
All of Time and Space: Lunch with LeonardoI stepped out into the bright sunlight and the Doctor cam out after me. We were in a bustling marketplace.
"Whoever invented corseting must've slept on a bed of nails," I said, "I can hardly breathe." I was in a gorgeous period costume, a lovely green dress that supposedly brought out my eyes.
"Well, at least you look the part. It's easier to fit in if you're dressed properly," he said apologetically.
"So where's Da Vinci then?" I asked.
"Give me a moment. I've only met him once before, and he was about 9 or 10 then. And you shouldn't call him Da Vinci. That's like calling you 'From Rochester," because Da Vinci means from Vinci," he said. He dug around in his pocket and finally pulled out a little devicey thingie. He pointed the sonic screwdriver at it and… whirred it. The device flared to life.
"Welcome to ATMOS Global Positioning System," a warm female voice said.
"Shut up," he said quietly as a few people looked up. He whirred the sonic screwdriver again and she stopped talki
All of Time and Space: Waking Up"Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey," I heard a man's voice- a British man's voice- say. That was strange. I don't know any British men. I opened my eyes to see I was in a hospital. It was obviously a hospital because it gave me the creeps- too much white. Too clean, too perfect, too unemotional. Every building has character, emotion. But not hospitals. And then I saw the man that had talked. He was older, maybe mid- 30's, and had glasses. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and he acted like he knew me.
"So, how are we doing, Dex?" he asked, using my nickname. Only my friend used my nickname. I sat up.
"Who are you, how do you know me, and why are you here?" I said as angrily as I could with how weak I felt. He looked surprised and ran his fingers through his hair, seeming not to care that now it stood up every which way.
"Don't you remember me? Come one, the timey wimey detector, TARDIS, Leonardo Da Vinci?" he asked and looked slightly crestfallen when I showed no signs of recognition. I felt
All Of Time And Space: The Biggest War"Anywhere?" I asked.
"Anywhen, too," the Doctor replied, a bit smug.
"Ca- can I see Leonardo Da Vinci?" I asked, the reality of time travel and its implications dawning on me. We'd read about Leonardo Da Vinci in English this year before school got out, and he was so interesting, I did some research of my own. He was insane, creating torture devices and weapons and machines not even dreamt of outside his mind until centuries later. Not to mention his, well, homosexuality, a rarity in those days that could even get you killed. He intrigued me, and now I could finally meet him.
"Of course. To the fifteenth century we go, Dex," he said, and a few people walking by stared. He winked at one particularly starey little boy and pulled a balloon out of his pocket, blew it up, made a highly complicated rocket for the boy, and bowed. I had, at first thought he was the no nonsense, straightforward type, but now I saw him for what he was. A little kid. An adorable little kid. Not like crushy adorab
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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