This is the Moon.
But imagine for a second that the Moon switched places with other planets. This is what you would see (subject to staying alive, of course):
This is funnier than it should be.
So. The Name of the Doctor.
You know what? Fuck it. I keep trying to write this as a proper review-slash-blogrant, something structured and informative with little asides about my take on the rest of the season, but I just can’t muster the effort it would take to give a…
Everyone falls in love with Eight.
I bring you my Classic Who fiction collection. Everything is on MediaFire, routed through nullrefer, and in PDF format. Complete list and links under the jump. For more information on a particular range or title, check Wikipedia or the TARDIS Library.
I don’t know where I am. I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always there’s the Doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor. Again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.