Blogging for Accord: Day 72

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DAY 72

STORY #72

Doctor Who:

Pub Crawl

The Tardis was stalled in a tiny pocket of neutral space, unable to move. Occasionally, residue from the vortex sometimes created little null spaces that could ensnare the Tardis. Frowning, the Doctor Stared at a big blip on the console monitor. “What is that?” Donna asked. “It’s just a beer tanker…headed for the Thunder-flute concert on Prawnrat.”

“It’s going to hit us!” Donna cried, “Do something!”. “Hang on!” The Doctor yelled, slapping a button. They materialized in the hold of the beer tanker. “There we are then,” The Doctor Grinned, “Safe and sound--now, how ‘bout a drink? I’m parched.”