That Sci Fi Girl: thirst by christopher pike

The Doctor Is In...

Whatever you do, don't blink.

I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifry in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 903 years old, and I'm the man who's gonna save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below.

I've got to invent a setting for wood. It's embarrassing.

Allons-y!

Every time the Doctor gets pal-y with someone I have this overwhelming urge to notify their next-of-kin.

He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he see the turn of the universe. And...he's wonderful.

It's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff.

Spoilers.

I wear a bow tie now. Bow ties are cool.

Let me tell you something about the human race. You put a mysterious blue box slap-bang in the middle of town, what do they do? Walk past it.

What? What? WHAT?!

Is this how time normally passes? Really slowly, in the right order?

Oh, that box. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient and the bluest blue ever.

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