It was another average ball in the Palace of Versailles. By ‘average’ I mean like all the others, and by ‘like all the others’ I mean not at all. In fact, the whole ball had been interrupted by an army of robotic characters. So… actually, a bit weird.

Everyone was a stress but not you, never you. You knew he was coming just like he always did. The man in your fireplace who you’d seen so many times, met so many times, touched so many times: The Doctor. He said he was from the future but you hadn’t been sure if you believed that until you realised he never aged a day over the years you’d known him.

Suddenly, the screams of terror was interrupted by glass smashing. You looked up and there he was, The Doctor, leaping through the ballrooms large, decorative mirror on horseback. Honestly, it was a scene straight out of a movie.

He grinned when he saw you and the horse did a couple of circles around before he slipped off. He adjusted his suit and winked, “Madame De [surname]… you look younger every day!”

“What the hell is going on?!” Questioned the King, looking between you and The Doctor in a clear attempt to get answers. After all, it wasn’t everyday that a man appeared out of nowhere’s in the middle of 18th century France.