❝ TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK
THE GIRL HE KNEW IS GONE
TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK
BUT SHE IS STILL A PAWN
TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK
WHO WILL BREAK HER WALL ?
TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK
BE CAREFUL FOR HER FALL ❞
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THE TARDIS MATERIALIZES in a small park, the Doctor's head pokes out. "No, Amy, it's definitely not the fifth moon of Cindie Colesta."
Quinn's head pokes out underneath the Doctor's and she scans their surroundings, her eyebrows furrowing. "I think I can see a Ryman's. This is earth!" She turns her head to look up at the Time Lord. "You really are a horrible driv-!"
She can't finish her sentence as there's a sudden explosion that sends both her and the Doctor to the ground. They quickly turn back to the TARDIS, propping themselves up on their elbows as they watch with big eyes how the blue box materializes away.
"Amy! Amy!" They both scream.
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A day later, Quinn and the Doctor walk towards a white house with a red door, in the Time Lord's hand he holds a paper bag with money in it. "You have gotten way to much!" Quinn said in protest.
"Well, how much should I have gotten?"
"A couple hundred less!"
"How am I supposed to know how much rent costs? I don't own a house."
"You could have asked me instead of telling me to find the address."
The Doctor was about to retort again when the front door opened and a man appeared in the doorway, holding out a set of keys. "I love you!" He yelled in their faces.
All three of them blink in surprise. The Doctor and Quinn quickly wipe the surprised looks off their faces and replace it with happy smiles. "Well, that's good, because we're your new lodgers. Do you know, this is going to be easier than I expected." He takes the fluffy pink keys from the man.
The man stutters for a moment. "But I only put the advert up today," he says confused. "I didn't put my address."
"Well, maybe your just lucky?" Quinn shrugged, an innocent but bright smile on her lips.
The Time Lord nodded. "More lucky than you know. Less of a young professional, more of an ancient amateur, but frankly I'm an absolute dream."
An unladylike snort escaped Quinn before she covered it up as a cough.
"Hang on a minute, mates," said the man who still had a bit of a dazed look on his face. "I don't know if I want you staying. And give me back those keys," he snatches the keys back from the Doctor. "You can't have those."
