A Bubble Gum Machine and A Starry Night Sky

Letting go doesn't mean

giving up, but rather

accepting that there are

things that can not be

How can this happen? How can the TARDIS fall? It's the TARDIS for christ's sake! It can't 'fall'!

Well, it feels like it's falling... Wait no, it's... Ahhhh... I see.

what.

I spent the day with Dinky laughing and talking about the week. We baked muffins and danced and had a whale of a time. I really don't get that metaphor. I had a whale of a time It sounds so utterly ridiculous! Oh, it probably is another way of saying 'we had so much fun!'. Now I get it!

Now it was 9:45 and I was nudging Dinky upstairs to bed. Once she was all tucked up in bed, I leaned over to turn off the lights, when she asked me a question I didn't expect. "Mum, why don't you have a special some pony?" She sounded so innocent. I sighed softly and looked into her eyes.

"I used to have one... Your father. Remember him?" I said the last part softly, gently, not to provoke anything.

Her eyes glazed for a split second and she nodded quickly. "But that isn't answering my question Mum." I chuckled. She was so determined and stubborn... Just like her father... "Well, when I was young, I never really trusted stallions or colts, I thought all they'd ever want to do is hurt me. But then, when I was 17, I met your father, and I fell for him. He led me to believe that love was for every pony. I really, truly loved him. But then..." I trailed off for a second, but continued with my story. "So, I guess you can say, I've never really had a great experience with stallions in general." I stopped at the end and gave Dinky a warm hug. "What is your dream stallion like?" She whispered to me, eyes sparkling.

Half of me didn't want to answer this question... But the other nearly jumped at the question. I guess I just decided to answer it. "Well, he's kind, and caring for you and me. He's a dreamer, he isn't necessarily considered 'normal' like me... Oo! And he see's more than just a dumb, grey mailmare, plus he see's that there is more to the universe than what meets the eye. Plus he's smart, well he doesn't have to be, since I'm not, so that doesn't matter. Oh, and he smiles a lot! But of course, every stallion isn't perfect, so of course i'll have to help him through rough patches!"

At the end of that, I was smiling dreamily and my wings were fluttering ever so slightly, a natural reaction to happiness. I looked at Dinky who had fallen asleep, my smiled melted into a soft one and I kissed her forehead softly and trotted out of the room. Instead of turning right, towards my room. I had one last thing to do before I left, and I had just enough time to do so. When I entered, I opened the top drawer of my dresser, pushed the muffin plashes off of a big, white, plain box, and inside was about 30 bags of Bubble Gum Balls. I grabbed one, and emptied it into a smallish gum ball machine onto of my dresser. This was one of my most special possessions, a bubble gum machine.

It belonged to my mother, and she used it all of the time as child, I did too. Even now I use it. I mostly use it when I need to figure out something or think. I turned the medley handle, listening to the mechanics creak violently behind the cover. I heard the gum ball hit the plate and I picked it up and popped it into my mouth. I chewed it and let it's flavour spill into my mouth and smiled. I loved the part where I turned the handle, it brought back so many memories and I loved the sound. I suppose that's why I still had the rusty machine. Although, it wasn't really rusty... It was in great condition for one of it's age, the glass dome (yes, glass, this one was a specially made one) wasn't cracked and it shined in the moonlight from my curtains, and the base wasn't broken except for a dent or two, and the extravagant patterns engraved into the gold metal plate was shining.

I was thinking about what Dinky asked me. Well, to be honest, I was really just dreaming about my dream stallion. For some reason, I felt as if I was already in love with him. It kind of scared me, I mean, I was 'crushing' on some pony who doesn't even exist. Sometimes I didn't like to think. Thinking is a very dangerous pass time. That's why solitary confinement leads to insanity, because of all of the thinking they're forced to do. Thank god we don't do that sort of thing anymore. You see, when you think by yourself long enough, you'll start to think about the darkness in the corner of your eye. In the corner of your eye, it's always lurking. I shook my head. See what I mean?

I felt the string tighten in my heart and I flew silently above the woods. It was a eerily quiet night tonight... I sat down on my haunches and-oh! I forgot to mention, I brough my bubbles!- took out my bubble wand and bottle of bubbles. I opened it up, and clumsily head the wand in my hooves. I dipped it into the soapy liquid and stared up at the moon. For a spilt second, I though I saw a large spark right next to it. Perhaps it was just Luna. Yeah. Luna. I inhaled some air and blew it out softly, and the bubbles started to form, blinking into existence. I smiled as I blew, looking at the couples of bubbles. Floating upwards then drifting towards the ground. Some popped as the grass blades pierced them, while others let themselves thin out.

I sat there, blowing bubbles, listening to the moon ramble. My cheeks started to hurt from smiling to much and a sudden gust of wind ruffled my mane. Actually, it didn't ruffle it, it completely messed it up, strands if my mane where poking out into the moon beams. I didn't bother smoothing it down, but I lowered my bubble wand. I felt something dig at my insides, something that laughed each time I shivered in fear; something that adored the anxiety roar through my body. I stood up, abandoning my tools and looked up at the moon, I saw a large spark and a blue streak across the violet sky. I kept my two eyes on that streak, and I realised much to late that it was falling... And even later that it was heading towards me. My irises shrieked and I moved backwards a couple of steps; it was to late to run, I watched the blue streak slowly thicken, then I saw that it was actually a rectangle. It lunged to the left a little and for a split second, as it spun past me, I saw it was a big blue box with windows, then it flew behind me. I listened closely, as it was hidden from my sight. Then I heard the crash of trees and gravel. I slowly took off towards it, but when I remembered about the fact that some pony could be in that box, I sped off at a pace that even Rainbow Dash couldn't beat.

I landed with an unnaturally loud 'thud', and my mane hit my neck, I wiped the beads of sweat off of my brow and trotted quickly towards the weird blue box. It was quite large for a box, with windows that emitted a soft, mellow, yellow glow and it had elegant words carved into it above the two doors. It read Police Box. Before I could reach the ominous box, a strange 'thing' burst out of the box. It's body was bald, and the few hair it did had was mainly on it's head, it's hair was ruffled and it had dried blood matted into it, it wore a long brown coat and it's forelegs where stringy and thin, with even tinier arms on that. I shrunk away from the creature, it looked at me and it's eyes widened. "A Pegasus..." it muttered. Then he yelled to the cluttered groups of stars hanging above us, "WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE PEARS!" and with that, he fell onto the ground.

For a couple of minutes I stood there, listening to the harsh breathing of the strange creature, and the eerie sound the box was singing. Then I came back to reality, and for some reason, I tried to push him back into the box; when I managed to, I fell in after him. I sat up and rubbed my head groaning; then I realised where I was. I screamed shortly, then covered my mouth with a hoof. "It-it.. It's smaller on the outside..." I whispered. I remembered about that dream I dreamt the other day and I gasped. If that part was true... Could it all have been? I turned back to the thing and nudged him closer to the weird console thingy in the middle, and I sat down next to him. I looked at him face in great detail. He had deep cuts along his right side, with bruising around his entire face.

I shifted akwardly in my spot, glancing around the strange area for a first aid kit, I used to be a nurse so I've trained for this sort of thing... But before I could go properly exploring, the creature on the ground started to glow gold, and strings of gold flew from his coat and it twirled in my mane. I giggled slightly as the strings tickled my cheeks and I lifted slightly off the ground. I closed my eyes, and after what seemed like forever, I opened them to see a brown stallion staring at me wide eyed. "Uh...Hi?" I said awkwardly

"A pegasis..." He muttered. I shifted backwards slightly, almost falling off the edge, but the brown stallion caught my hoof. "Be care-" he begun, but he looked at his hoof and screamed. I widened my eyes in shock, I stared at the screaming stallion, then ran to the doors but they were locked.

"Get me out of here! Away from this crazy stallion!" I yelled at the door. Then the screaming stopped, and I turned around. I saw the stallion right infant of me and I yelped. "I'm the Docter!" He said, extending a hoof.

He's crazy...