The Dream of the Doctor’s Return

Sally Sparrow crumpled down in the window alcove, leaning her head against the stone wall, so weary that she could not think. Beneath her drooped eyelids, the flickering shadows coming from the fireplace danced like water. Then through her exhaustion she heard a rustling at the door and opened her eyes. There in the doorway, backlit by the fire's glow stood a man, tall and thin as a stick, his hands casually at rest in the pockets of his pants. Around him was draped a long brown coat that gathered around his odd shoes, nearly touching the floor.

Doctor, is it you? Have you come?

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Note: A try at writing fan fiction around the character of Sally Sparrow circa '08.