Fob Watch

Timothy glances back at the empty corridor before pushing his bedroom door open and hurrying inside. He shuts quietly it behind him and goes to sit on his bed. The watch is heavy in his pocket, and he takes it out hesitantly ; he can feel such power and heat and brilliance and pain radiating from it, and it is somehow both terrifying and fascinating at once to behold. He has no idea why he had taken it ; Tim has never been an especially rebellious boy and by no means is he a thief. Not until now that is.

The watch had been just lying there, in amongst the unceremonious scatterings of Mr Smith's mantelpiece. But as soon as Tim had lain eyes on it, he'd known it was special, more than just an old fob watch. It had called to him, whispering his name, and he'd felt the urge to pick it up, to take it away and keep it safe, away from . . . away from whom? He does not know. What he does know was that he must keep it hidden.

He glances furtively at the door. The watch is murmuring to him again, telling him to open it. Commonsense tells him not to. Instinct tells him to do it. Maybe just for a second . . .

He clicks the watch open.

Fire … ice … gallifrey … fantastic … time … bananas … golden … rage … pain … pink and yellow … burning … new teeth … blue box … chips … vortex … forty-two minutes … forever … big hair … bad wolf … everything … nothing … you are not alone … falling … pockets … domestic approach … storm … darkness … eternal … light … alive … spaceman … white wall … apple grass … rift … silence … sun … ancient … allons-y … alone … what!? … marmalade … terrible … beautiful … medusa cascade … rude … endless … jelly babies … time war … loss … love … loved … loss … Doctor

Tim snaps the watch shut with a gasp. After a few moments, he tucks it safely back into his pocket and goes to stand at the window. He pulls back the curtain. Jeremy Baines stands on the courtyard below, staring up at Tim, expression intense and eyes wide. He sniffs.