On the top of my bookcase (which is 185cm high), I have a collection of fandom-related items. These are a few of them. Rory is usually standing next to 11 in 10’s clothes, leaning against the side of the TARDIS. In front of him are three sonic screwdrivers in different sizes. Today I found Rory on the floor ~1 meter from the bookcase. Nothing else has moved. The sonic screwdrivers, TARDIS and other figures are still standing/laying exactly where they have always been. So: HOW THE HELL DID RORY END UP ON THE FLOOR?!

EDIT: Oh, and I live alone. No one has been here (except for me) in months!

I walked away from the last great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I’ve walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. I have lost things you’ll never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze.