The Timelord stepped forwards, a glare heading in The Doctor's direction, "You are a Doctor? Hmm.. What race are you?"
The Doctor, the fake smile interrupted by a seemingly worried expression, "Well, that's an interesting question, isn't it?!"
"Do not play games with me! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!!" The man exclaimed, raising his weapon impatiently.
"I'm The Doctor, and.. Well, I'm a Timelord" The Doctor stated, smiling once more, and crossing his arms awaiting the man's reply.
"A-A.. Timelord.. But how?! There was no match! You do not exist!" He lowers his weapon and places it by his hip, "How did you get here?"
"A TARDIS" The Doctor bluntly and glumly replied.
"A TARDIS?! But you couldn't have! Show me your vehicle."
"Sure.. This way then" The Doctor wandered over to this TARDIS's door. It didn't open, "Do you mind opening the door?"
"Yes yes.." He flicked a small switch and the doors swung open, making a very unusual sound.
"Ooo! Nice.." The Doctor nodded his head smirking, obviously quite impressed by the sound, "I like it.. Mine is WAAAYY different.. What's this one then? Type 50? Type 30? Hmm.."
The man impatiently coughed..
"Oh! Yes! Right!" The Doctor wanders out the door back into the snowy landscape, taking a quite forceful hit from the frosty wind. "This way."
The Timelord followed him out cautiously. His hand remained near his weapon, obviously still disbelieving that The Doctor was a Timelord, "How far is it? And I swear, if you are messing with me, I will not hesitate to shoot you,' he said forcefully.
"Sounds reasonable," The Doctor stated, as he wandered down a snowy slope, glancing out at the blue police box in the distance, "there!"
"That is no TARDIS! It is but a box! You have tricked me!" The Timelord exclaimed, drawing his Impulse Laser.
"Woah no.. You'd regret that!" The Doctor said as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The TARDIS doors swung straight open, "Boom! Look at that! A TARDIS!"
The Timelord stopped, and peered inside, "Indeed, it is a TARDIS," he nodded his head as he once again placed his weapon by his hip, "I am Strykothtreznar, Strykoth for short.. However, my fellow guards address me as 'The Monitor'."
"The Monitor, eh?" The Doctor finished.
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Complexity of Time
FantascienzaTick tock... Tick tock.. Time passes by. "Time is linear, ever-flowing. But yet, it is flexible. It is never constant. It is always changing. Nature permits the slowing, stopping and even reversal of time. But what if I told you I needn't travel nea...
