Doctor Who. I love Doctor Who. I mean, when it’s bad – and it’s been bad – it’s unspeakable. But when it’s good… when good science-fiction is good it’s a phenomenon. Because it’s a form of fiction that breathes and rolls itself around in symbolism, and there’s endless things to turn over in your head after the fact.
This story is science-fiction – and a story about missing someone, and displacement. Maybe war too… yeah, let’s try war. Anyway, I won’t ruin anything. If you’re not up to speed on Doctor Who, don’t worry – this is completely standalone (though it wouldn’t hurt to have a look at my Who primer for a little bit of place-setting).
Fans of Rory should be well-pleased, though, as well as those of you interested in the mating habits of scorpions and armadillo. And, of course, time travel.
Let me know if you likey likey-ed reading it as much as I likey likey-ed writing it.