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Can’t believe I’m doing this.

‘Dear Santa...’

Please do not let anyone walk in right now...

‘Thank you for the dolls, and the pencils, and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you, but honest, it is an emergency.’

Got that bit right. My credibility is dying here. Somebody call for a doctor.

‘There's a crack in my wall.’

And I wish it would swallow me up.


ook at me though, down on my knees at the edge of the bed like I was a kid again. Can’t remember the last time I prayed to anyone, let alone Santa. Must be getting desperate.

Honestly though, what am I doing? I mean, this stuff was cute at seven maybe, but at what, almost seventeen? Not quite so much.

Still. You went and started this thing kiddo, might as well finish it. Back to the script...

‘Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not, because at night there are voices.’

Laughing their heads off, probably.

‘So please, please could you send someone to fix it. Or a policeman. Or...’

And, cue Police Box...

Nope. Didn’t think so.

Honestly, leave me in this house on my own for five minutes and I'm dangerous. Thinking I could just say the words again and he’d just drop in from the sky...

Must be crazy.

Pretty popular opinion that one actually. Not exactly been a shortage of people wanting to poke around in my head since I last saw the Doctor. I ever see him again I’ll be sure to let him know how it all worked out, believe me.

‘Back in five minutes.’

Such a liar.

You know what? This room needs a clear out. Enough with all the, “Raggedy Doctors” everywhere. No more schoolgirl shrine. Time to grow up and face the facts, Amy Pond.

You got stood up.

You got stood up and you need to move on.

I mean, a girl can only wait so long you know.

Hang around a while and you start doing crazy stuff like praying to Santa at the end of the bed like you were -


is that...?

no way

that sound

No. Way.

that sound...

it sounds like...


What the -

‘Back in a moment.’

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm... It might just be the wind, come on, stay calm and check the wind OH MY GOD! IT’S REALLY HIM! IT IS! IT’S THE DOCTOR! HE’S HERE!

And he just really killed the shed again...

Okay, okay, okay. What do I do?

You get a grip, all right?

Don’t panic. Don’t blow your cool.

You’ve run this through in your head a thousand times. You’re gonna be fine.

Wow, but really though.

The Doctor’s here. The Doctor’s here at last.

Forget about Easter kiddo. This is Christmas!

Oh, and -

‘Thank you Santa!’

Pretty cold out here tonight, makes me think I should’ve maybe stopped five seconds, thrown on something warmer. Let’s face it, school uniforms aren’t exactly known for their thermal heating ability. Especially not the way I wear them...


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