An American Intervention: Part I

An American Intervention: Part I

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Honestly, I was fine living in my tiny little flat on the corner of Fleet Street. For a starving American artist trying to get away from Americans, the place was great. Then the Doctor popped in and flipped my whole world around, telling me that I'm going to die unless I hop into his magic police box. So, to save my skin, I followed him in. And boy, what an adventure we had.
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By dawn

„Come on.", the Doctor said pulling me by the hand, leaving our hiding place and heading straight towards the cages. Since we only saw the backsides of them we didn't know what to expect.The Doctor walked around the cages and pulled me with him until we were standing exactly between the cages. A gasp. The Doctor didn't say a word, there was horror written allover his face. I clapped my hand over my mouth. Pure terror was in my eyes as I looked around. The Doctors' grip on my wrist had become so hard I almost feared he could break it. The source of the noises, and what was in those cages, were humans.

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