[Mac Sirloin]

My name is Zoe Maxwell, I live in Hull, Great Britain. I have terminal stomach cancer but work at a drugstore to leave my son a nestegg when I'm gone. Yesterday a man appeared out of the back of the store asking about canned peaches. I showed him where to find them and with a sweep of his arm, he revealed the stack of peach cans was actually a strange sort of space box. He introduced himself as 'The Doctor' and beckoned me inside. Could this be the chance I've been waiting for? I've decided to keep a diary of my time here in case I ever find my way back.

Day 1: I've tried explaining to 'The Doctor' that I have stomach cancer and asked if he can use space magic to heal me. He just winked at me and said "I'm not THAT kind of doctor!" before prodding me in the stomach with his sonic screwdriver. I must have passed out from the pain because when I awoke we were on the moon and he was being chased by skeleton dogs with little ghost-children jockeys riding around on them.

Day 2: The rich alien food is making my terminal stomach cancer more excruciating by the minute. In the middle of the night The Doctor started decomposing in a flash of light and a completely different man took his place. I was able to find some peace and quiet to sob while he was changing into some shitty new clothes.

Day 7: It seems as if that jab to the stomach with the screwdriver did something to my polyps; I was awoken by an enormous contusion in my stomach using rudimentary stubby limbs to try and operate the TARDIS. The Doctor appeared and seemed to recognize it as an old enemy, the thing attempted to overpower The Doctor to which he responded by punching it repeatedly in my stomach. Ultimately he blasted me out of the airlock which popped the mutation off.

Day 15: The Doctor demands I defecate into a bag since my stool took on the consistency of "Light absorbing antimatter." (His words). My job is to throw this and other waste out of the airlock. I'd assumed we've been traveling across the universe but each time I've opened the door to the outside we've been orbiting around between earth and the moon. When I asked The Doctor just said "I just want to be noticed." before turning off all the lights in the TARDIS.

Day 26: I've lost a lot of weight. The Doctor hasn't noticed as he's shed his skin two or three times. I think he did it twice in one night. He's taken on another pair of companions, a brother and sister it looks like. They seem to be ignoring me. I've been left to languish in a corner of the TARDIS on top of the pile of rags that used to be my suitcase. I just woke up one morning and everything was in tatters.

Day 50: I'm dying. I was dying before, but now I'm dying dying. The Doctor and his new companions disappeared for about eleven days or so, I ate the soles of my shoes until they returned. It seems one of the companions didn't make it, the other hasn't stopped crying since. The Doctor doesn't seem to recognize me any more.

Day 51: I've asked the doctor if he can return me to earth. "Where's that?" was his response. I was hoping his other companion could explain to him where I want to go but she's disappeared.

Day 100: The Doctor shut the lights off again, but I've learned to survive in the dark. I managed to trick him into thinking there was a shuttle approaching and threw him out of the airlock but another one had appeared to replace him within the day. I tried communicating directly with the TARDIS which just reduced the oxygen in the air until I passed out. I found some clothes that would have belonged to the missing companion. I managed to fashion a noose out of them but the space inside the TARDIS contorted to keep everything too high off the floor to hang myself from. I'm weaker every day, and I know death is coming, but I just wish I could do it myself to avoid giving him the satisfaction of watching me waste away.

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