By Michael Whiteley
The Doctor looked around his once full TARDIS. He let out a slight sigh of sadness and acceptance and headed to the main control console he used to prance and dance around with his best friends. He was a time traveler. Or was at least; before New York. He was an adventurer, before the Angels took them away. He flicked the switches, pulled levers, pumped on the console. But he skipped hitting the bell that used to make his friends smile.
"Not anymore" - The Doctor thought.
The Doctor looked around his once full TARDIS. He let out a slight sigh of sadness and acceptance and headed to the main control console he used to prance and dance around with his best friends. He was a time traveler. Or was at least; before New York. He was an adventurer, before the Angels took them away. He flicked the switches, pulled levers, pumped on the console. But he skipped hitting the bell that used to make his friends smile.
"Not anymore" - The Doctor thought.