I stayed at my old house and worked at the shop just down the street.
For a long while, I didn't move on. I couldn't move on. I would not except it, I had wished and prayed that The Doctor would return with my best freind.
But after three months, I had to move on. I didn't have a choice and I needed to live.
One year later.
A year and three months. I thought looking at the calender on the kitchen wall.
Even though I had began to move on, I still had hoped. And I still had that dark feeling in my gut which was dread.
I opened the fridge and got a tub of ice creams and a spoon. I was having one of those bad days.
I sat on the couch and picked up one of my favorite books. Dimensions: From a Crack In Time and Space.
(*WINK**WINK* If you understood that reference you probably went something like this, =-O )
That's, when I headed the noise. The noise that was music to my ears. The noise that means hope. The noise I had been waiting for for a year and three months.
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The FANG Chronicles - Book Three: We Are One
FantasyMadelyn and Alorah are back for possibly there last adventure. We find them discover more about there past and yes. And there is more mystery and to much more I can't tell you *note, I do not own any Doctor Who items, all rights from those things go...
