“2917.. St. Petersberg. The grand finale of Vlad Resouski’s four day opera marvel” The Doctor grinned at me, grabbing his coat and heading for the TARDIS door. I laughed, pulling on my own coat and following him.
“So where to?” I looked at him, smiling, before catching the look on his face, which caused my smile to disappear “What is it?”
“I undershot…” a light grin returned to his face, and he glanced at a bunch of torch wielding strangers
“Which means?”
“We’re in Russia… in St. Petersberg.. but in 1917. Year of, and slap bang in the middle of, the Russian Revolution.. And of course… it’s called Petrograd right now…”
“Oh well, that’s very nice” I sighed, before rolling my eyes at the, now grinning, Time Lord. This is typical life with the Doctor. Getting involved in revolutions. Still, I trust him with my life.
He grabbed my hand and we ran away from the afore mentioned torch wielding strangers. The Doctor glanced around before pulling me along the river’s edge, towards a large palace:
“Are we part of this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head.
“No, but this is history in the making… Just watch” He pulled me to the palace and we stood by the gates, watching, half in horror, as the Russian Revolution took place before our very eyes.
And here's a picture the Doctor took of me after telling this joke:
Why is 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9
