First proper post in a while, well, ish. This post format nay still not be regular until I get a computer back, this laptop is my dad's Sozzle.
The Doctor: "What did you call him? Will I blush?"
Craig: We didn't call him 'the Doctor'."
The Doctor: "I didn't think you would."
Craig: "He's called Alfie. Look-why are you here?" [Alfie gurgles]
The Doctor: "He likes that. Alfie. Although personally he prefers to be known as Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All."
Sanderson & Grainger, Colchester. An ordinary department store. Closing time. The lights flicker. Just another powercut. They happen so often these days. A store assistant cashes up. But there's a big noise from the changing rooms. The end cubicle. A glint of silver from behind the curtain. A monster is waiting...
Not far away, on a leafy suburban street, in the house that Craig Owens shares with his girlfriend Sophie, the same flicker on a hallway light. Sophie barely has time to notice-she's heading off for a weekend away- but she hasn't been gone five minutes when before the doorbell rings. An old friend is making a house call ("Oh, you've redecorated? I don't like it."), and he's detected an alien presence in Craig's upstairs bedroom! It's shrieking painfully, dribbling slime, emitting noxious gases... It looks like the man who never comes back, has come back into Craig's life in the nick of time...
The Wedding of River Song:
Dorium: “On the fields of Trenzalore, at the fall of the Eleventh, when no living creature may speak falsely or fail to give answer, a question will be asked. A question that must never, ever be answered.”Synopsis:
The Doctor: ‘”Silence will fall when the question is asked…’”
Dorium: ‘”Silence must fall’ would be a better translation. The Silence are determined that the question must never be answered. The Doctor must never reach Trenzalore.”
The Doctor: “I don’t understand? What’s it got to do with me?”
Dorium: “The first question. The oldest question in the universe, hidden in plain sight. Would you like to know what it is?”
The Doctor: “Yes!”
Dorium: “…Are you sure?”
The city of London, 22 April 2011 – soaring buildings, glittering and mighty under a perfect blue sky, and life tumbling onto pavements below. And horse-drawn Roman chariots driving through the streets. And a Victorian steam train on a monorail… hang on, like in a sci-fi city, but with Romans and steam trains? And hot air balloons? And pterodactyls? And Charles Dickens appearing on BBC One’s Breakfast! Something isn’t quite right…
In Buckingham Senate, at 5.02pm, Holy Roman Emperor Winston Churchill calls for his Soothsayer to be fetched from the Tower. Greying, unkempt, older, tireder, but unmistakably – it’s the Doctor. “Tick tock goes the clock,” Winston tells him, “but they don’t, do they? The clocks never tick.” It’s always 5.02pm these days. All of history is happening at once. “What happened to time?” asks Winston. The answer, it seems, is a woman…
Sarah Jane: "A teenager could handle. But a baby? An alien baby? I need help."
Rani: "Don't look at me."
Clyde: "Or me. Obviously."
Sarah Jane: "Well, your mums must know."
Rani: "If I start asking mum questions about how you look after a baby she's going to totally freak! Besides, she's an alien. What do any of us know?"