Complexity of Time

A Promising Landing

The air was fresh and crisp. The cold wind whipped lightly at his face. It was difficult to bear, remaining in one place for so long.

"Aahhh! Come on! I need to move. I need to do something!" The Doctor exclaimed, moving around impatiently.

The TARDIS was recharging, he had pushed it to it's limits, and had gone to the very instant of the collapse of the universe. Such a machine is never meant to go to a place like that, and if it does, it is anywhere from slightly affected to never perfectly functional ever again. However, he had good reason for going there. A rogue time agent had tried to attempt a chase, the cause of which, let's just say they had a bit of a disagreement. The time agent, whoever he was, had been right on the TARDIS's 'tail' and The Doctor needed to shake him off. So he did, in the easiest way possible. In saying so, The Doctor knew that the TARDIS could withstand such an immense "time force". The time agent's vortex manipulator would have been fried in the event of reaching the end of the universe. He slightly chuckled at the thought of it.

"That'll show them and their blasted space hoppers.." He exclaimed.  

In his mind it was a good idea, but now that he was here, stuck here, while the TARDIS recharged, he began to regret his decision.

If only the time agency respected the beauty of a TARDIS... Especially his TARDIS, The Doctor's TARDIS. Such technology was yet unknown to them and would hopefully remain that way for the rest of time itself. The thought of the Time Agency with a TARDIS gave him shivers. Drawing his mind from the matter, he began to take in his surroundings.

He looked around at the snowy surroundings and examined the ground, sniffed the air and felt the snow. He drew his sonic screwdriver and crouched down.  With the push of a button, an electric blue light danced across the snowy surface. He mumbled an acknowledgement under his breath and stood back up straight. The air: quite thick, possibly a planet between twice and thrice the size of Earth. The snow: lightweight, lighter than usually seen, not completely ice crystals. There was something else in it. Something he had seen before. The only other element that it really could be. 

He examines the feedback from the sonic and, "Bazoolium!" The Doctor enthusiastically exclaims, "A naturally forming element that forms very much like ice crystals, and in this case, with the ice crystals. Hmm.. Fairly useful too, I suppose you could say it's a weather divinator."

He thinks for a moment and then states, "There is only one place I know where Bazoolium naturally occurs, and so if it is Bazoolium, then-.."

He lifted his head, an expression of disbelief spreading across his face.

"But that means.. NO!! But that's-! No!" He said, smirking slightly, "That's not possible! It can't be!"

He dropped the handful of snow and looked around quickly.

 "HA!" he exclaimed as he placed his sonic back into his coat pocket and began to ran up a nearby slope. As he reached the top, a smile spread across his face and set his eyes alight with joy. 

"GALLIFREY!!"

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