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For the first time in a long time, the Doctor didn't run. He went to a small house on a quiet street, knocked on the door, and was greeted by Amy Pond. "Dressed for dinner?" she asked, smiling.
"Don't open it," he warned, his eyes twinkling. "Not until Christmas morning. It’s a portal—I mean, a present!"
To escape the London Blitz, she took them to a crumbling, drafty estate in Dorset. Waiting for them was the "Caretaker"—a man with hair like a haystack, a bowtie, and a manic energy that suggested he’d never actually looked after a house in his life.
The year was 1941, and Madge Arwell was a woman holding the world together with nothing but grit and a fading hope. Her husband, Reg, was missing in action—his bomber lost over the English Channel. She hadn't told her children, Lily and Cyril, yet. She couldn't. Not at Christmas.
Madge, having discovered her children missing, didn't panic. She grabbed a flashlight, found the portal, and even managed to hijack a giant wooden walking tank from the confused miners. She was a mother on a mission.
For the first time in a long time, the Doctor didn't run. He went to a small house on a quiet street, knocked on the door, and was greeted by Amy Pond. "Dressed for dinner?" she asked, smiling.
"Don't open it," he warned, his eyes twinkling. "Not until Christmas morning. It’s a portal—I mean, a present!" [S7E0] The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe
To escape the London Blitz, she took them to a crumbling, drafty estate in Dorset. Waiting for them was the "Caretaker"—a man with hair like a haystack, a bowtie, and a manic energy that suggested he’d never actually looked after a house in his life. For the first time in a long time, the Doctor didn't run
The year was 1941, and Madge Arwell was a woman holding the world together with nothing but grit and a fading hope. Her husband, Reg, was missing in action—his bomber lost over the English Channel. She hadn't told her children, Lily and Cyril, yet. She couldn't. Not at Christmas. "Don't open it," he warned, his eyes twinkling
Madge, having discovered her children missing, didn't panic. She grabbed a flashlight, found the portal, and even managed to hijack a giant wooden walking tank from the confused miners. She was a mother on a mission.