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Ideas. If there was one thing the Doctor had, it was ideas. So many ideas. Plans that he refused to admit to having, ideas of possibilities not yet achieved. He had so many ideas.
This particular idea was one he’d been working on for some time. It was mad. It was brilliant. It was perfect. He knew just what he needed and he knew how it would work out. Welll. He hoped he knew how it would work out. He hoped it would be just what was needed to finish this mad and crazy ride he’d been on since falling into this universe.
He just had to put it into motion. He had attempted on more than one occasion, but something always came up. Some change would happen and he would have to give up the plan until a later time. The location would be wrong or the time. There would be a revolution or plague. He was growing frustrated. Time after time it seemed he’d be close only to have it ripped away at the last moment.
No more. Today was the day. He swore it.
“Rose!” He called to her from the console room, already inputting their destination. He’d taken her to so many places, but they just weren’t right.
It had to be perfect. It had to be enough. She deserved everything. It had to be impressive. It had to be monumental. It had to be enormous and meaningful.
He was petrified.
“Rose! C’mon! Time waits for no one!” He smirked at his joke. That was true and rubbish at the same time, especially for them.
Deep breath, Doctor. Deep breath. Keep it together.
He shoved his hand into his trouser pocket and felt what he was after. Good. Brilliant. It was still there.
This was going to be the day. This was going to be the adventure. This one. He was going barmy with waiting.
“There will be chips!”
