Another Second Time Around
It was such a bright and sunny, ordinary day. It felt like ages since he’d been on such a quiet little street. He’d parked the TARDIS down the street a ways, needing time to collect himself before she and all the kids came running at the sound. He wanted to talk to her alone first, and really he was curious if she would recognize him without the phone box.
For all these reasons, the Doctor was now strolling casually down a suburban street to ring the doorbell of an old friend. Just when had he gotten so terribly domestic, he wondered.
It hadn’t taken very long after her unexpected visit from the past for him to make his way here. He’d spent a few days, of course, debating the pros and cons. But ultimately, he needed this. And he had promised. He rang the doorbell and waited.
