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Batter Up [open]
Fitz stood in the Sensoriums, gripping a cricket bat, and he just kept breaking things.
Smash
That was his flat.
Smash
The little building where they'd kept his mum.
Smash
That little pub he liked to drink at.
Smash
That was London.
Smash
Earth.
Smash
Espero.
Smash
Gallifrey.
There was no more Gallifrey. No more Doctor.
Well, that was it. He refused to believe it. There was no existence without the Doctor. The Doctor would come, and the Doctor would fix everything. The Doctor always fixed everything and where was he? He was supposed to be here. He was always supposed to be here!
Fitz threw the bat past the disappearing shards of vases, televisions, broken guitars.
A cosmos without the Doctor? Hardly bearable to think about.
Smash
That was his flat.
Smash
The little building where they'd kept his mum.
Smash
That little pub he liked to drink at.
Smash
That was London.
Smash
Earth.
Smash
Espero.
Smash
Gallifrey.
There was no more Gallifrey. No more Doctor.
Well, that was it. He refused to believe it. There was no existence without the Doctor. The Doctor would come, and the Doctor would fix everything. The Doctor always fixed everything and where was he? He was supposed to be here. He was always supposed to be here!
Fitz threw the bat past the disappearing shards of vases, televisions, broken guitars.
A cosmos without the Doctor? Hardly bearable to think about.