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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor- news of Davros has fallen……………………………

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Meanwhile distantly -The Planet Karn…………….The Elixir is required.. 

 

The sisterhood of Karn, in consultation, in the great halls of Karn, in hearing the news of what’s happening to Galifery, hearing the news why it’s moving…? , Having started its engines for thousands of years after its position itself safely at the edge of time of time itself in the fear of the Daleks, also avoiding breaking back into the time war as of the very last time both sides have massively lost considerably, Darvos is dead, permanently Dead long time ago as heard in the last conflict with the Doctor, or supposedly with the Doctor that is yet to be determine as that was apart with main discussion whom have kill Darvos.. Within the Sisterhood of Karn one main heat topic why was Galifery was moving, it’s engines have been on the moved as “Galifery is moving Sisters  … is there’s any answer to this..?” as the head priestess, older, a little more friar, as she turns to the questions to her sisters all they heard that through the whispers that Davros is dead, finally killed by whom….?

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor- that Pad………………………………………

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As that Hong Kong 1955 mornings sunlight shone through those ancient Chinese frames windows win color stained hues……… 

 

Thinking this old guy that I pulled  right out from the pond, thinking forensically what could happened to him, only he was coldly murdered down, in that sense thinking I need to know can’t let the truth knowing to be untold.. Walking towards the old couch.. Looking at his wounds, his lifeless limped out body.. Thinking, then going through his jacket pockets… only find like a black leather pad, with some word distinctively on it written, reading on something like help on a language that I used to know from a long time ago………then the second word scratched mentally .. Me…………looking at that pad written.. Thinking something’s not right.. How’s that pad is seeming written fresh.. It’s freshly written.. Even though it can’t written from a dead man lying on the couched that I’ve dragged him onto only just several hours morning ago.. Looking at the pad.. It’s freshly written.. Thinking this is physic pad has I forensically studied it to the very indention of the writing that  I know long ago……………

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor – what Grandfather taught long time ago………………..

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The sunrise rays touching that…. Hong Kong 1955 landscape…………..

 

Having getting into my suit, with placing the helmet on, the visor started lighting up with the language, the characters that I used to know… Then placing those pair of metal rose gold gauntlets on… then I though again of not using the helmet on, then removing the wearable visor that came with it then placing wearing like a pair of glasses, showing all the data on screen.. It’s been awhile since wearing it all those times ago………………Thinking back all those times ago how it first worked it out with my grandfather it was interesting to see how also what this suit can do, in which how grandfather taught me the in’s and out of his suit then it was accustomed to me.. As I wore this now I can sense what abilities he had with it long time ago…. A long time ago where he was known ….  In a place far where self-peace that wasn’t allowed to him, but this time he got his self-peace after all those years…

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor- that old relic……………….

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Orthough, he’s lost a lot of blood in the process in while he’s in the drowning box, looking at now, thinking pronouncing him, No I can’t have that thinking that back… wait something in my past that could, try save him… Orthough he’s dead. Picking him up like a raggedy man from his ankle..  I dragged him into one of my halls, nearby my study. Having dragging by the pairs of his feet, with his arms following the lead, dragging leaving that wet trail from the pond to inside of the hall, in which bumping his head over the door floor … hearing that feeling that ouch.. So finding a spare couch in the room, then carrying him over the long wooden old Chinese mahogany framed couch that’s been there since the time of the building of this hall was built many hundreds years ago.. , throwing his dolly limping body around till he’s fully rested, well rested on the couch  putting him lifeless body in a resting position and then somewhere around the room there it was an old relic of mine.. looking at that years ago chest  thinking back now what might help now within it…….

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