...Pond...You're probably expecting me to tell you how great it is, to travel with the Doctor in the TARDIS, the oh-so-amazing TARDIS with it's infinite inside halls and forever changing and moving rooms. But no, that's not what this story is about. And quite honestly, after this story you will probably think again about wanting to travel with him and his magical box.
Let me tell you, I was not expecting the day I got when I woke up in the TARDIS in the bed I shared with my husband, Rory. When I got up, he was still sleeping, so I wiggled out of his embrace, going into the ensuite bathroom to shower and prepare for another day with the Doctor, running around time and space. I showered and did my normal morning routine, dressing myself in a red top, black shorts, and a black leather jacket with my milatary-style boots. I exited the bathroom, and Rory stilled hadn't woken up, so I went to his side of the bed to shake him awake.
But, when I approached, I noticed blood on his side, through his shirt