princessdamaris
A treaty. A pact. An agreement. A formal document between two or more states in reference to peace. Sometimes I wonder if treaties actually do make peace between people. If a simple piece of paper can make peace, why can't we make peace just by talking?
Every stressful thing just feels emptying. You are emptied, and emptied, and emptied, until there's nothing left. You're just left with nothing inside of you. Nothing to give you hope.
We need hope.
Amy slung a cap on her head and looked at Melody. "What do you think?"
Melody laughed. "You look completely silly!"
The Doctor strode into the TARDIS wardrobe at that moment. "Oi, what are you doing with my cap?" He grabbed the cap off of Amy's head and put it on his own. The two girls burst into giggles. The Doctor stared. "What? What?"
Hassle: a disorderly dispute. I suppose you could say life is full of them. Honestly, every single day is full of hassles. Hassles on the phone, hassles at work, hassles at school, hassles at home. Hassles hassles hassles.
Wouldn't life just be easier if there weren't any hassles?
Lois spotted a man with a bow-tie standing at the back of the scene. She wondered if he could tell her what's going on.
"Hello! I'm Lois Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet," she said cheerily.
The man smiled at her. "Hello, Lois! My name's the Doctor."
Lois stared. "The Doctor? That's a strange name. You're not from Metropolis, are you?"
The Doctor shook his head. "No, I'm from...London."
The Doctor and Melody Amelia stepped out of the TARDIS.
"Okay, Time-Lord, where are we this time?" Melody asked.
"Hmm...judging by the architecture we are...on Earth, 2012!"
"Really? Where on Earth?" Melody asked.
"We're in London!" the Doctor said.
Melody smiled. "Brilliant!"
"Dad!" Mels called up the TARDIS stairs. "Dad, we've got a problem!"
"A problem?" the Doctor shouted back. "Are you sure it's not a dilemma? Or a quandary?"
"No, Dad, it's definitely a problem."
The Doctor ran down the stairs. "Well then, what is the problem?"
"The TARDIS won't do anything! She's just stuck, floating in space!"
"Oh," the Doctor said. "This is definitely a problem."
When the Doctor regenerates, he transforms into completely different being. He could have two heads, or no head at all, and don't say that's an improvement. he could be completely serious, or have the heart and mind of a child. He could have long legs and be extremely clumsy, or have extremely large ears.
Sometimes, transformation is bad. We don't want it to happen.
But other times, transformation is the thing we needed. Sometimes, it's a good thing.
Sometimes, we lose things, and we have to retrieve them. We lose almost everything. If you lost your keys, you could easily retrieve them. Just retrace your steps.
But what about the big things we lose? What if you lost your mum or dad? Or a grandparent? Or a close friend? How do we retrieve them?
But surely, can not we retrace our steps?
No, we can not.
The nurse looked at the machine monitoring the man's heartbeat. She frowned for a moment because she thought the machine was malfunctioning. But it wasn't. The man had two heartbeats. Suddenly, the man woke up.
"What am I doing in a hospital...," the Doctor said. He looked up at the nurse who looked utterly confused. "Oh, hello! I'm the...John Smith. I'm John Smith."
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