Reinette surveyed the results of her efforts with sharp, judgmental eyes. Several computers of various sizes sat collected on a long table. Pots of both coffee and tea had been prepared Photographs of the night sky, taken each night in succession since the universe first grew dark were placed in a precise pile. Her own notes sat in a leather cache ( Read more... )

Running away never did anyone much good, and that was why Rose didn't run from things that worried her. She only ran if she was giving chase or putting up a fight, whichever followed suit and was better serving at the time, and when those times came she was fervent and persistent. Giving up wasn't an option, neither was letting go, and she'd ( Read more... )

Rose still didn't have a place to call her own. It was starting to drive her a little mad if she was being honest with herself, but she had a habit of not doing that too often. The results were never positive. But it was incredibly frustrating, having nowhere to go, and it just made her think ( Read more... )

Time didn't heal wounds, and time certainly didn't help with adjusting either. Never mind that there were plenty of questions without answers, which fell into the immediate category of things which Rose Tyler detested and wanted to fix. But here, things were drastically different. She was devoid of things she had taken for granted, starting over ( Read more... )

Well…this was odd.

And of course, by odd he meant horribly, devastatingly wrong in every possible way. The universe was gone, just…gone. It was nowhere. One second he’d been on his way to Icediplos 7, and the next second it had vanished ( Read more... )

At the advice of his previous self, the Doctor stood outside of his TARDIS, eye to an old-fashioned-looking telescope. The telescope itself was anything but old fashioned, of course. It was looking outside of this galaxy. Or, rather, to the nothing that stretched out there ( Read more... )