Hi all, Caspian is back again to write my story I mentioned earlier. Here goes:
The TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space) had materialised in Mesolithic Sweden. Rory stepped out first. “So, we’re on Earth, right, Doctor?” Rory asked The Doctor. “I think so, probably not Britain though.” The Doctor replied.
“I wish Amy was here.” Rory whinged at The Doctor. “Well you were the one that wanted a boys night out!” The Doctor pointed out. “Night is coming, get in the cave.” The Doctor told Rory.
“Oh look, a cave painting of a Dalek! How settling(!)” Rory pointed out. “And a Weeping Angel.” The Doctor continued off Rory. “Well, at least its a painting, right?” Rory hoped with glee. ” Even if it was it still would be dangerous.” The Doctor pointed out. “Great we are going to die(!)” Rory said, thinking it was over. “It is over, Rory, or very well could be. If I wasn’t around. I just need to use my sonic screwdriver.” The Doctor said, reading it off his psychic paper. Suddenly, the Dalek came to life! “EXTERMINATE!” It said its war cry with a harsh emotionless robotic voice.
The Dalek shot the Doctor and he started regenerating, a Time Lords way of stopping death, and blasted the aliens through a crack in space and time.
“Rory, we’re leaving.” The newly regenerated Doctor said.
The End
Mum made us a dalek cake today, it was filled with fruit pastilles when the cake was cut open!
My favourite Doctor Who, the eleventh.
