WingsofCrippledGlass

The first time the Doctor came around Alex was sitting underneath a tree watching kids her age play on a jungle gym, napping. The warmth of the summer sun sang through the clusters of leaves and branches. A sense of tranquility left her soul heavy and her mind light when a soft thud awoke her from her sleeping. Occupying the other side of the tree was a man. Adorned in a long white coat, he sat with his head in his hands. Alex rolled her head around, pulling her ten-year-old muscles to stretch them out to look around the tree, watching as the older man pulled a gray box from his pocket to drag a long, thin stick from its confines. Following