I walk down the streets of Manhattan, like an average normal day. Then, I notice this very very familiar skinny guy cross by me. I followed the skinny guy for two more blocks before he turned and I could ask exactly what he was doing here. He looked a little scared, so I gave him my best smile and my bluest eyes. He said, "I just went to get coffee for the Doctor and Amy...Hello River." Hello Dad. "Where am I? How the hell did I get here?" Dad screamed for he was frankly scared. But I haven't the faintest idea how he got there as well. Suddenly some men in black suits come looking for me, Melody Malone. "Wait, you're Melody?" Dad shouted as he is still confused. There was no way the Doctor could've brought Rory here because the city is full of time distortions. It'd be impossible to land the Tardis here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Even I couldn't do it. Rory how I got here and I simply explained. Vortex Manipulator. Less bulky than the Tardis, a motorbike through traffic.
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Melody Malone
Science FictionNew York Growled at my window. A friend once told this was the town of a million stories. Some nights I felt like they were all happening to me. This was one of those nights. But what the hell - my stocking seams were straight, my lipstick was comba...
