Doctor Who (WIP)

The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, drawn from his slumber by the steady wail of the TARDIS materialising. That wasn't right. He had set it to remain immaterial until he said otherwise.

"Something must be wrong if the TARDIS is waking me up. Very wrong indeed." The Doctor spoke aloud before he realised there was no companion around for him to enlighten. He sighed with disappointment. That needed to change.

"The next chance I get, I shall find myself a new companion to take with me on my adventures." He looked around expecting a reply but again remembered he was alone.

The TARDIS gave one final moan before shutting off. Where ever he was being taken, The Doctor had arrived.

As he walked from his room The Doctor caught a glimse of his face in his third favourite mirror...