“Doctor?” Rose gasps.

He rushes to his beloved ship, now lying haphazardly on its back.

“I don’t know Rose. She shouldn’t of…” He begins checking for any damage.

“Could’ve been the Daleks,” Roof? Fine.

“A power surge of some sort.” Door? Fine.

“Could be she’s just getting old.” He’s moving so frantically that, upon reaching the ( Read more... )