Finally! someone read! Well, here's the last update!! Neil looked up. “George! Where are t’e ot’ers?”
George shook his head sadly and walked into the wardrobe. “Where’s th’ Doctor?”
The Doctor popped up. “Hullo! How was your day?”
George and Neil glared at him.
“Where’s Rory?”
They glared at him even more.
“I see. Well, I won’t tell Amy for a while.” The Doctor frowned. “Let’s go home, eh?”
They nodded silently.
The Doctor led them back to the central hub and put in the directions. “All right, one theater in US to go.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Neil interrupted. “Are ye sure it’s the right t’eater?”
The Doctor nodded. “Exactly. It’s the right theater. I promise.”
They took off and soon set down. Neil ran out of the wardrobe. George hung back. “Thank ye for th’ ride,” he muttered glumly. “I wish we could have met ye on happier occasions.”
The Doctor nodded. “I’m so sorry for your losses.”
“I’m sorry for yers.” George shook his hand and left. He turned back before leaving. “And I’m sorry ye have t’ face Amy.”
He walked out of the TARDIS to find Neil and Sharon standing next to each other, looking at a heap of metal and the 10th Doctor on the ground. “What happened here?” George asked nervously.
“Ryan.” Sharon pointed. “That’s Ryan.”
George sighed. “So many people dead. Oh well. I’m goin’ t’ bed.”
“Have some sympathy!” Sharon yelled.
“I just saw Emmet, Keith, Daniel, Rory, and a centaur die. I have no sympathy left.” He turned on his heel and left.
“I suppose I’m going to have to make some cancelations in our tour, then,” Sharon said. She caught herself. “All these people dead, and all I can think about is business.”
Neil patted her on the back. “That’s natural, Sharon.”
She sighed. “Just go to bed, Neil. You look like you need it.”
Neil nodded and went to the bus. He lay down on his bunk and fell fast asleep while hearing birds tweeting above his head.
Emmet woke up. “What on earth?” he yelled. “I died!”
There was a strange man standing there. “That’s what happens when you mess with the Dream Lord. And eat Thai right before bed.”
Keith sat up. “The Dream Lord?!”
Neil sat up and hit his head on the bunk above him. “My head.” He looked around. “YE LADS ARE DEAD! Daniel? Ye’re alive? Keith? Oh, Keith.” Neil sighed. “Ye’re alive. Yay. Just kiddin’, mate. Um, Emmet?” He grinned. “I had a horrible dream, but ye’re all alive!”
“I had a dream that I was in Narnia,” Daniel said. “And in Doctor Who.”
“So did I,” said all the lads.
“Like I said, Dream Lord,” said the man. “Just remember, I know what your dreams are. Have fun talking about your adventure last night. And don’t die. Or blink, but that’s another story. Don’t die. Again.” He disappeared as suddenly as he had began.
“I can’t die again!” Emmet said. “That’s Rory’s job.”
Neil groaned. “Rory. I watched him die, too.”
Keith was thinking. “Isn’t th’ Dream Lord th’ bad version of th’ Doctor?”
Daniel nodded. “Yup.”
Neil sighed. “I’m goin’ t’ sleep.”
George jumped up. “No, it’s th’ last day of tour, lads! Come on, let’s get down and see our last set!”
The other lads shook their heads.
“Come on, lads,” George pleaded. “It’ll be fun.”
They all got out of bed and got ready for the day. Whatever George said, happened. They walked down to the set. Sharon had left directions on the table. When they reached the set, they all took one look and walked right out.
On the set was a wardrobe.
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