The Doctor stumbled as he came out of the dressing room. "What's going on, aye?" He said to the TARDIS, his new trainers untied and his tie crooked. The TARDIS had taken off without any say-so from him.
As he gets to the console, the psychic paper gets hot in his pocket. "Ah! What the...?" He pulls out the paper and sees a message written on it.
"Please help.... I'm trapped.... Someone please get me out of here!" It was written in a slanted hand, with flourishes on several of the cursive letters.
The Doctor frowned at the message a few moments more before the TARDIS landed with a jolt. With a shrug, The Doctor fixed his tie and put a foot up to tie his trainers. "Well, if I'm here, I may as well have a look about." With that, he tied the other shoe and donned his long coat on the way out the door.
A/N
⚜I am aware of how short this chapter is, they will get longer, but I wanted to get something out for you.⚜
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The Newest Companion
FanfictionThis is a doctor who fanfic, and is currently under heavy editing. I will post as I have new things to post. £ I do not own the character of The Doctor, or the symbolism associated with him... Also, please do not steal my character, as I have put...
