A Vision Softly Creeping
Bridget English hurried down the street, her white heels clicking against the concrete. She was going to be late. She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she pulled her cape more tightly around her. She dodged past the men in suits, her quick steps becoming not quite a jog. She had woken up late again. She had just been so tired lately.
Suddenly Bridget stopped. Something was wrong. She could feel it. There was something strange about this day. She closed her eyes, trying to pinpoint it. All of the sounds of the people moving and birds singing ceased. She concentrated. And then she knew.
Turning slowly around, she came face to face with a police box. It hadn't been there yesterday.
Bridget took off in a run for the hospital, not daring to look behind her.
"So, Doctor, what are you going to do while me and Rory go off and celebrate our honeymoon?" Amy grinned at her husband as she linked her arms with Rory's.
"You've celebrating for almost two weeks," the Doctor mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" The Doctor turned to smile at them brightly. "Coralis is such an interesting planet. I'm sure there'll be plenty of things that I can find. Did you know that the core of Coralis is made up entirely of garbage? Planets from all across the universe would just dump their trash in this spot and over time it would just build and build until it became a planet! One of the most beautiful planets this side of the galaxy! Minus the smell, of course."
"Well, I think you've just killed the romantic mood, Doctor," Rory groused as his and Amy's arms fell side by side.
The Doctor jumped over to the TARDIS doors. "You say that now, but just you wait until the two of you are floating down in a boat for two down the River of Rotten Bananas."
The Doctor threw open the doors only to be greeted by a desolate sight.
It looked like it had been a great city once. The buildings were simply crumbling walls of dull metal, the sidewalks and streets were cracked and tall grasses were growing up in-between the pieces of concrete. There wasn't a soul in sight.
"I might have gotten a little off course," the Doctor muttered.
"What happened?" Amy breathed. "Where are we?"
"No idea," the Doctor said, looking around. His eyes fixated on the one lone building that remained intact. Not only did it look intact, but it looked pristine. There wasn't a single brick missing from its exterior. "One of these things is not like the rest."
"Maybe it's new?" Rory suggested.
"And who do you think built it, Rory?"
Rory stuttered, "Well, uh, yeah…"
The Doctor threw them a smile as he started walking towards the building. "A strange building in a creepy and desolate city? Now this is how you romance a guy!"
Bridget tried to calm her thrashing patient. The young man was trying to jerk out of the orderlies' arms, his wild, dark hair flinging into his eyes. "What did you give me?" There were almost tears in his eyes. "I can't… I can't… I have to break free… You're just human! Why can't I break free? It hurts my head… Why does it hurt my head?"
Bridget shushed him as she prepared the needle. "I haven't given you anything yet," she stated in a calm, soothing voice. "You'll feel better after I give you a light sedative."
She watched the young man's face as she administered the drug. It immediately became slack with sleep and fatigue. "I didn't even feel the needle go in," He muttered. His eyes fluttered closed.
"Hush, now. Everything's all right." She brushed her hand against his head, smiling softly as the man leaned desperately towards her touch in his sleep.