NCJDDAS: Doctor Who and Dinnertime
Part One: Vale Decem It is said in the final days of planet earth, that everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in the celebration of a Pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. These were the words Rassilon spoke at the end of things; his prophecy that he narrated out into the void, for a listener, for an audience that must, of course, be watching. The universe is changed when it is observed, and yes, these words changed the universe. This is how it was. Today, at least, today for her, a small woman sat beside a blue box and she heard these words. In an alley beside a road beside a church. She heard. And she thought them rubbish. “I can’t believe I’m back here.” She muttered, under her breath. “What’s going on?” Danny asked, stepping outside the TARDIS doors. “Christmas Eve, 2009.” The Doctor said, incredibly annoyed. “I do apologize.” Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible...