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Christmas Eve, 20205. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Tardis, not a creature was stirring, no Daleks, no Sentories, no Ice Warriors, or Cybermen. Not even a mouse.

Inside of the Tardis, a red light flashed on the center console as a thumping noise was heard from outside. Two thumps, then three as the sound of objects hitting the outside of the Tardis had intensified. Lying unconscious on the floor was the Doctor, wearing red pants, a red trench coat and red shoes. He looked a bit like a starving Santa Clause in those clothes. The Doctor had started to awaken and stand up when he realized that the Tardis was traveling out of control through space and hurling towards the edge of the known Universe. As the Tardis spun in circles, the stars became fewer and fewer. The Doctor's eyes opened wide, he took his right hand, slid it under his hair (which was covering his face) and flipped it backwards so that he could see a little better. Then, he swiftly started pushing the Tardis stabilizer control buttons and pulling on the time matter lever to gain control of the Tardis's flight path. Kaboom! A flash of light and smoke emitted from the Tardis's flight console. Blue flames shot out from the side walls as the Tardis made a hard landing. The Doctor fell backwards, but caught himself by grabbing at the edge of the console. Debris flew through the air from the main Tardis doors as white dust filled the room. The Doctor covered his mouth with his forearm as he choked on the white dust.

Doctor Who talked to his first love, that big bad, sexy blue telephone box, the Tardis. "Idris, sorry my Love for the hard landing."

Idris responded by turning off the red flashing lights, turning on the normal operating lights, and venting the white dust from the room. It looked like a genie's smoke being sucked back into a bottle as the dust disappeared into a sky vent.

"Fantastic job, Idris. Now, let us see what's out that door," stated the Doctor as he brushed the dust off his red trench coat and glared at the Tardis's main door.

The Doctor looked down at the navigation panel. The date read December 24, 20205 on the digital date tracking display. A big change from Belgium 1879 where the he had just disguised himself as a fellow missionary from one of his favorite friends in time, Vincent Van Gogh. At the time Vincent had not yet met the Doctor, not as the Doctor anyways. Vincent's early work was rough, but even for a man over 1000 years old like the Doctor, sneaking a peek was wondrous.

The Doctor hurriedly walked up to the Tardis door, opened it quickly, and stepped outside to explore.

Raising his arms wide and high above his head, the Doctor took a deep breath and yelled, "Magnificent! Any landing I can walk away from is a good one. Especially when you're landing on a planet like Elflunas".

On the horizon, the purple sun peaked over the distant grey mountains of the planet, a place the Doctor had not been to in nearly 20,000 years. Elflunas was planet populated primarily by Elfanians. Yes, the same elf-like creatures