He was sat on the edge of the Universe, right at the end of time.
But despite the eternal
calm, he was frowning. Frowning at the apparent junkyard that
surrounded him on this lonely asteroid.
Littered on the ground
were ancient, rusted remains of Gallifreyan artefacts. Golden seals
of Rassilon, charred and faded. Parts of dead TARDISes and SIDRATS.
There were even a few Dalek eyestalks half-buried in the sand.
He turned back to the
stars, sipping his tea at the end of time, where all of the worst
bits of the past washed up.
Or, in his case...the
future...
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