I like angst on beaches, okay?
Last night I had a dream.
I heard a voice and it was calling my name.
I told mum and dad and Mickey. Anyone else would think I was mad. But not those three.
They believed it, because they've met the Doctor. So they listened to the dream.
And that night, we packed up, got into dad's old Jeep and off we went.
Followed the voice, across the water, kept on driving hundreds and hundreds of miles.
Because he's calling.
Here I am at last. And this is the story of how I died.
