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Me, Myself and IHe hated tight spots. Literally that is. The figurative tight spot was something he lived for, it made his hearts race and kept him on his toes. Stuck underground in a mausoleum looking for his screwdriver that fell between a crack in the planets surface above is not what he deemed fun. What was that old earth saying ‘a body at rest tends to stay at rest’? In this pitch black resting place of the dead his body was at rest but he definitely did not want to stay that way. Problem was that he was stuck. Literally stuck between a rock and a very hard place. To pass the time he took up cursing his rotten luck and heaving insults at himself for being so stupid as to get himself in this predicament in the first place. He had more screw drivers in the Tardis but nooo he had to get this one back. It was special (no it wasn’t), he wouldn’t
One Last BreathOne of his cell mates was rattling the bars of the cage again as if doing so 132 times would actually be any different than the first time he tried it. He knew it was 132 because he had fallen into counting them; after all he had nothing better to do. He looked down at his worn sneakers and crossed his long legs for the 132nd time. It was the only distraction he had other than trying to think his way out of a Cyberman cell where the bars were made of trinealium and he was doomed like the other 9 people in this cramped little space to have their bodies brutalized at any moment. He often told people they should have their heads examined and he now wondered if the joke was really on him all along. He had landed in this little forgotten part of the galaxy about 3 days ago if the grumbling in his stomach was any measure of time. He reached into his suit pocket instinctively to try to will his screwdriver to be there but magic wasn’t on his side tonight. To be honest food would be a ni