Beautiful magnificent Amelia-no- Amy, Pond...
“I’ll think you’ll like it on Castile six. Great planet it is, turquoise oceans and नारंगी, ऑरेंज grass, with yellow skies! And the Vergons are a lovely race.” The doctor exclaimed as he worked the controls of the TARDIS, flicking buttons and pulling leavers. After a few minuets of silence -which should of been filled with the the sarcastic retort from one Amelia Pond- he looked up, slightly confused. He could of sworn she was in the control room with him. But as he looked around now, she was no where in sight. He supposed she’d wandered off somewhere. Assistants tended to do that, then...
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