I, Aculles P. Who, the 12th Doctor, am writing this to you readers to warn you of the perils of the boxes you've seen, and of the MOVING STATUES in New York. My father, the 11th Doctor, has theories about them. But one thing is peculiar... He doesn't know about me... Or my sister.
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The 11th Doctor and his Daughter go on an adventure following a signal but what they run into is the Doctor's worst nightmare, plus his own daughter starts to doubt her trust for him