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May 31
His legs twisted, his fingers clicked.
His eyes were green.

Tardis took a leap. And a man fell.
He grasped the handle. Touched the console. And screamed.
Geronimo.

I am inpatient.

You always are - The voices. -

Clever boy ...

I am not clever, only a touch of idea grasped his memory.

You clever boy.

Die ! Die ! Die ! - The wasp -

Sometimes, You need to take life in your hands, you astounding pretty girl. - The Doctor -

I want to be brave - A memory -

I want to be ...
I don't want to.

I can't give You much. Because I myself am nothing. - Clara -

The tardis signal turned red.

The whole console room became black and red.

It can't.

Oh yes it can Doctor.

Doctor? Who.
Written by
Jakub Zoltowski
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