"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Doctor screams, rushing left and right to try to control the Tardis, whilst also avoiding the fires exploding all around him. The lights flash an alarming red, warning the Doctor, though he is too busy to notice. The Tardis tries again.

Beep! Beep!

"What is it now?" He mutters, flicking the screen on casually like he hadn't lost control of his ship and was certain to die. After all, this was a daily occurrence.

Pushing the hair out of his eyes, he studies the blinking screen, his face paling every second til it turned a ghostly white. Groaning, the Doctor put his head in his hands. A small explosion next to him caught his attention and he was off like a rocket, turning dials and pulling levers like his life depended on it. Because it did. In 20 seconds he was about to crash into the Dalek mothership.

19, 18, 17... the Doctor became faster, a whirlwind ricocheting around the console.

16, 15, 14.... as the alarm grew more urgent so did the Doctor, though now his movements were sloppy, like he'd given up all hope.

13, 12, 11... now the Time Lord had stopped altogether, his head slumped in defeat.

10, 9, 8, 7... uttering a cry of mercy, he fell to the floor.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... the world stopped.

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