Alice did believe in impossible things, funnily enough. But she believed -- and had learned -- that impossible things were named such for a reason. That if man wasn't supposed to do something, then the universe saw that man didn't. Her son had been impossible, in a way. She'd certainly never meant for him to happen.
But he had. And then he hadn't. And now Alice was on a street corner on Christmas Eve with a man she'd never met, and she didn't even raise an eyebrow when he said he name was "The Doctor". It was name enough.
"Doctor," she confessed. "It comes to this. The only real thing I know about Christmas right now is that I wish it wasn't Christmas right now."
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Date: 2010-01-19 11:12 am (UTC)But he had. And then he hadn't. And now Alice was on a street corner on Christmas Eve with a man she'd never met, and she didn't even raise an eyebrow when he said he name was "The Doctor". It was name enough.
"Doctor," she confessed. "It comes to this. The only real thing I know about Christmas right now is that I wish it wasn't Christmas right now."