Goodbye, again.
The last night of the Nexus timeflood, Sam fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. It had been a fun and exciting week full of adventure and ice-cream. The last couple of days, he started to worry about his parents. They were probably worried sick about him and had no way of knowing where he'd gone. He decided that the next morning, he'd figure out a way to send them a message, or maybe find the portal back to his city. Maybe Charlotte could come with him. His parents would like her, she was smart and polite. He's not sure what they'd make of the two weird bald guys and the Doctor, but they'd figure something out.
He dozed off, and just like that, Samuel Morris was gone.
Mr. Sleep opened his eyes and looked around, startled. He could tell right away that time had passed, time he couldn't remember, and that disturbed him. Strangers didn't sleep. Had they been attacked?
A quick searching with his mind reassured him. No, everyone was safe. He looked down at the vessel he lived in and absently checked it for injuries, or tears in his black outfit, and noticed he had something clutched in his hand.
He was holding a small green periscope.
He dozed off, and just like that, Samuel Morris was gone.
Mr. Sleep opened his eyes and looked around, startled. He could tell right away that time had passed, time he couldn't remember, and that disturbed him. Strangers didn't sleep. Had they been attacked?
A quick searching with his mind reassured him. No, everyone was safe. He looked down at the vessel he lived in and absently checked it for injuries, or tears in his black outfit, and noticed he had something clutched in his hand.
He was holding a small green periscope.