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[walkedearth-blog]

Rain. It had all begun with rain. It had seemed relatively harmless, nothing out of the ordinary given where they were, but something about the rain hadn’t sat well with Martha Jones. It seemed to be heavier, as if, with it, a BURDEN was to be carried.

& the next thing she knew, they were on the moon.

Though it was TERRIFYING, though this could be the very last day she had, it was also b r e a t h t a k i n g l y beautiful. But she couldn’t sit & stargaze, must not allow worry or fascination hold her heart, still her steps, for she was needed. People were sick & scared.

❛ Nurse Williams, with me please. We need to find oxygen, fast. ❜

[blueboxwithasoul-blog]

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[actualproperclara-blog]

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                             ❝     Doctor, I thou ——      ❞                                                      ❝       ——      ❞

                       Her sentence is cut abruptly, though her lips remain              parted. The room itself should have been enough of a hint              ( though, to be fair, she'd   started   speaking the moment              she went through those     all too familiar     doors ) as the              walls and the light were far     warmer,    far more orange,              and a little too mad and   whimsical   ( too deep down the              rabbit hole - esque ) for her taste. She doesn't like it.

                             Yet it is what greets her ( rather who greets her )              that surprises her;  after all she's been through, you might              think the feat to be  next to impossible. Amber eyes take              the sight of him in, hands    elevated   as if she's just been              stopped mid-lecture;        the pause that had been birthed              between the two of them is       broken       as soon as she              voices out her present thought.

                        ❝      —— You're not the Doctor.      ❞                                  ❝      What're you doing in the TARDIS ?      ❞

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      "I don't know what you're talking        about. That was a great idea."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

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   Clara stood at the console, waiting for    the Doctor to return. After attending the    coronation for the King of the Circinus    Galaxy, they'd taken off and the Doctor    had forgotten about the gift they brought;    so here she was, waiting in the TARDIS    when the doors opened and someone    walked inside. They were certainly not    the Doctor. Clara stood up straight, hands    on hips, watching the stranger with caution.

          ❝ Hey — how'd you get in here?❞

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  "Did someone order a kissogram?"