User blog:Flyingace4/The eleventh hour. (Doctors POV)

Th doctor skidded across the floor of the TARDIS, struggling to keep himself upright and dodge flames. He tried his best to steer the TARDIS, but to no avail. He was thrown across the room, the doors swinging open. "NONONO!" His hands tried to grab something, but he slid out, holding on to the edge. He swung his body forward, trying to swing back in. He heard a large chimming bell and he slowly look behind him. He was headed for Big ben. He held out the sonic, the4 tip buzzing. The TARDIS flew upwards and he swung his legs to avoid hitting the top. He clambered back in, closing the doors and resting on them. Suddenly the TARDIS jerked and he was flung across the room again.

He climbed out of the pool, shivering. He reached for a towel and got a handfull of paper instead.

Oh hurray he thought. He looked around, seeing the poll was in the middle of the library. Some of the book were soaked, gone forever. He ran for the consol room, but skidded across the floor. He had turned off the setting that aligned it, and seeing as the TARDIS had landed on its side, he was stuck in a vertical room.He grabbed the grapling hook, using it as a pickaxe to climb his way up the grated floor. He threw it out the open doors, and grabed onto the side, pulling himself over to see a little girl standing there in shock.

"Can I have an apple?" He managed to ask. "Thats all I can think about, apples." He pulls himself over the side.

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