#positronicuriosity

positronicuriosity

The Doctor let out a long heavy sigh as the TARDIS materialised. This last attempt at crossing back over into N-space had failed, and he’d been forced to land lest the TARDIS sustain major damage.

Cursing under his breath in Gallifreyan, he reached up and tangled his fingers in his hair as he leaned over the console. “I don’t bloody believe this,” he murmured as he punched up the visual from outside on the monitor.

But when lush green tangles of broad, thin, waxy leaves appeared on the screen, curiosity wound up in a vibrating coil and seized his mind. Changing the monitor view, it displayed a wide angle shot of tall, willowy trees and a shimmering beige strip of sand curved like a spine against the edge of a bright cyan ocean.

“Well, this could be right interesting,” he mused aloud. After checking the other instruments and finding atmospheric conditions acceptable, he dove his slender hand into his brown pinstriped trouser pocket, mumbling to himself as he drifted his fingers around until they touched his sonic screwdriver and psychic paper.

“Right then. Off we go. Allons-y!” He spun around and bounded down the ramp. He pulled the TARDIS door open and stepped outside…