My friends' camping and beach pictures appeared on Facebook alongside witty status updates. Friends and family called and messaged me. The kids insisted on being fed.
And I lay on the couch while the world rotated as if I hadn't just been devestated by a fictional character. Truly and completely devestated.
Oh yes.
I'm talking Doctor Who.
It took a few episodes, but eventually I began to love Ten. His messy hair, his red trainers, his unneccessary specs, his stethoscope, his 3D glasses, the way he said "What?!" and drawled out, "Well".
He said goodbye to his companions, his friends, the people who had journeyed literally to hell and back with him. He went into the TARDIS and came out like this.
I know I've said it before.
But I'm going to say it again.
I don't know if I'm going to be able to like the new Doctor.
For reals this time.
Excuse me. I need to go curl into a ball and sing Soft Kitty.
4 comments:
I still haven't gotten over the loss of Ten. Eleven does have fun stories, but he's just not MY Doctor.
I agree. I was watching the first couple of episodes with Nine and while I loved him, he really wasn't MY Doctor either. I'm a Ten gal.
I'm with you. Ten was... well a ten. I'm still in denial.
And now there will be 12!
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