
This year’s annual Halloween post: Dr. Who and his brown-hatted companion must stop the Daleks from exterminating all the cheap wine in the universe
I was sleeping, which seemed like the best thing to be doing in the middle of the night, when someone nudged me. Hard. And then harder.
“Aren’t you up yet? We’re already late.”
I rolled over, reached for my glasses in the nightstand. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his too curly hair, too floppy hat, too long scarf, and the too annoyed look that I knew all too well.
“Some of us can’t negotiate the vastness of time and space without sleeping every night,” I said. “I’ve always wondered how you put up with that failing of ours, Doctor.”
“Sleep? Who was talking about sleep? I was talking about the gravest threat possible to the safety of the universe. Why else would I interrupt my holiday in Brighton to come get you?”
“I didn’t know you liked Brighton, Doctor.” I really didn’t.
“You’re missing the point!” and his voice rose and became quicker and faster. “This is the stuff of nightmares, of pure evil, a blasphemy toward all forms of life. It’s the end of time and space.”
That woke me up. The Daleks will do that. Continue reading









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