“Ah, Amy. London, 1706. Isn’t it beautiful?” Say’s The Doctor, gesturing grandly out over the city. “Oh Wow. Doctor, that’s amazing.” I whisper, my red tresses blowing wildly around my face. The snow is falling in tiny flakes around us like the ends of cotton buds. The city below is bright, buzzing, bright. The stars above us are shining, the dark sky exquisite in its beauty. I look at Doctor, and laugh. His hair is sticking up and blowing all over the place. He rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Come along, Pond! We’re going to explore.” I groan. “Whenever we explore, something...
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