In the tumultuous, swirling sky above Dellah, matter started to cool, a leftover from a recent battle.
Jason Kane looked into the sky from the window of his cell, looking for any sign of the Revelation, although what he saw wasn't the spacecraft, what he saw filled him with hope, and he smiled, despite his predicament.
The Ferutu stared up into the sky, bored already with torturing the Dellahians who survived Dellah's emergence into a dying universe, and saw a reminder of what had stranded them in their dying home, and they felt anger and fear.
It was an angel in the sky.
Doctor Who ran down the corridor, scarf flapping in the breeze. He called back to his twelve years old granddaughter Susan. "Come on Susan. We must make it back to Tardis before the Daleks catch up to us!"
The First Doctor ran down the corridor, walking stick tucked under his arm. He called back to his fifteen years old granddaughter Susan. "Come on my child, we must hurry back to The Ship before the Daleks catch us!"
Doctor Who came to a stop. Standing in front of him was a white haired old man, with a teenaged girl next to him. The Doctor came to a stop. Standing in front of him was a grey haired old man, with a young girl next to him.
Finally, Doctor Who held out his hand to the Doctor and spoke in a friendly tone.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor."
The Doctor replied questioningly, tone edged with suspicion.
"Doctor? Doctor who?"
"Exactly!"
Where do little Time Lords come from?
The Doctor was on Gallifrey, taking a peaceful stroll through the expansive gardens of the Capitol. Breathing in through his nose, the Doctor savoured the exotic and intriguing smells of the native and alien plants.
Suddenly, the Doctor heard a faint giggling sound. Intrigued, the Doctor followed the sound to its source, which appeared to be under a large, purple bush. Pulling apart some branches, the Doctor was surprised to see thirteen giggling, burbling babies grinning up at him.
Finally getting over his astonishment, the Doctor exclaimed to no-one in particular "Mother was right: I was found under a gooseberry bush!"
The blue box just stood there, very faintly humming to itself, as the Doctor quietly entered the room. Ears prickling up at the noise, the Doctor went over to the box and pressed one side of his head against it, trying to keep an expression of cautious excitement off his face.
Swallowing, the Doctor pulled out of his pocket a key. Taking a deep breath, the Doctor put the key in the lock and turned. It opened the door. After quickly glancing around the room to make sure no one was watching, the Doctor entered the box.
He slumped in disappointment at the sight. It was small, cramped and black on the inside of the box. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the Doctor could see faint indentations in the wall. As the Doctor exited the box, a faint female voice whispered in his mind: "Not yet, but soon...".
Touch these two wires together, and an explosion will destroy the scourge of the universe before it can grow up.
Touch these two wires together, and history changes.
Does anyone have the right to change history?
Would things be better, with this vile stain removed from the universe?
Has anyone seen what this new universe would be like, and said "Yes, it is right to change history."?
Or will things be worse - planetary alliances never formed, friends becoming enemies, and an endless galactic war where every other race is the enemy?
Does anybody know?
What happens next is down to me alone.
Do I have the right?