Моє друге улюблене оповідання серед всіх творів в межах The Paul Spragg Memorial Short Trip Opportunity! І останнє оповідання про ретравматизацію, або як сказав Дванадцятий Доктор:

The Doctor leaned against a wood-plank wall and avoided Bill’s gaze. “Post-dramatic stress disorder,” he said.

She waited a moment, for the truth.

“I killed all those people, Bill,” he said. “My people.”

“No you didn’t,” she reminded him. “You saved them.”

The Doctor shook his head. “I did both,” he said. “I killed them and I saved them. Do you see? Both things are true. It’s a paradox, and that’s a problem.”

І так саме пост-драматичний, бо основною подією оповідання є сценічна адаптація останніх подій Великої Війни Часу, які ми бачили в епізоді День Доктора. І саме висвітлювання того, як Дванадцятий протягом свого життя, а оповідання відбувається вже коли він подорожував з Білл, проживає досвід Війни часу та конкретно останнього дня війни —  продало мені це оповідання повністю.

Ну і ще я фанат того як Дванадцятий як веселий дід влаштовує Білл побачення  з прибулицею, хе-хе.

Tuxa tossed a pebble into the bay, and it sank with a satisfying plunk. “I’ll be fine,” she assured them. “In fact, I designed the pyrotechnics for the quantum cabaret tonight. You wanna come?”

“Eh,” the Doctor said. “I do and I don’t.”

He caught Bill’s eye and winked without winking, as only the Doctor could. “Go on, you two,” he said. “I was hoping to catch another show anyway.”

Bill stood up and helped Tuxa to her feet. “You sure?” she asked.

“Course I’m sure,” the Doctor said. “It’s a rock opera performed by an actual rock. Apparently it’s a real gem.”

Tuxa took Bill’s hand, and this time she could feel the electric current racing through her.

My second favourite story among all the works within The Paul Spragg Memorial Short Trip Opportunity! And the last story about retraumatisation, or as the Twelfth Doctor said:

The Doctor leaned against a wood-plank wall and avoided Bill’s gaze. “Post-dramatic stress disorder,” he said.

She waited a moment, for the truth.

“I killed all those people, Bill,” he said. “My people.”

“No you didn’t,” she reminded him. “You saved them.”

The Doctor shook his head. “I did both,” he said. “I killed them and I saved them. Do you see? Both things are true. It’s a paradox, and that’s a problem.”

And precisely post-dramatic, because the main event of the story is a stage adaptation of the last events of the Great Time War, which we saw in the episode The Day of the Doctor. And specifically highlighting how the Twelfth, throughout his life, and the story happens when he was travelling with Bill, lives the experience of the Time War and specifically the last day of the war — completely sold this story to me.

Well, and I am also a fan of how the Twelfth as a jolly old man arranges a date for Bill with a foreign lady, ha-ha.

Tuxa tossed a pebble into the bay, and it sank with a satisfying plunk. “I’ll be fine,” she assured them. “In fact, I designed the pyrotechnics for the quantum cabaret tonight. You wanna come?”

“Eh,” the Doctor said. “I do and I don’t.”

He caught Bill’s eye and winked without winking, as only the Doctor could. “Go on, you two,” he said. “I was hoping to catch another show anyway.”

Bill stood up and helped Tuxa to her feet. “You sure?” she asked.

“Course I’m sure,” the Doctor said. “It’s a rock opera performed by an actual rock. Apparently it’s a real gem.”

Tuxa took Bill’s hand, and this time she could feel the electric current racing through her.

(Translation generated by AI, so mistakes are possible).