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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Homeward Bound 
// by Lonepone 
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"Welcome to club P0N135, dad. What are you doing here?" My daughter asks me, almost like she doesn't want me here.

"Well, I just thought I'd drop in and say hi!" I say, putting on a smile.

"Well, hi" she says. "Anything else?"

"What, don't want your old man around you when you're playing in some bad-ass club?"

"Well, yeah. I've got friends here. I've got a rep"

The coldness surfaces again. "I see. I'm guessing that's why you haven't made any contact?"

"I've been busy, sorry" she says defensively.

"Doing what?"

"Well, traveling to different clubs, going to raves, that kinda stuff"

"Do you even miss me?"

"Course I do. You're my dad"

I nod, and push down my coldness. Now isn't the time. "So where you guys staying at?"

"Just a hotel. So how did you get here?"

"Tardis travel with the doctor. So you need anything? Want to talk to him?"

"Yea" she walks past me and looks at him. "Thank you"

I exchange a look with him. He's just as confused as I am. "For what, exactly?"

She gives him a look. "For saving us at Vinyls when those two strange ponies and Derpy came"

"I haven't done that yet. Tell me exactly what happened" he commands.

"Well, the memory's are kinda hazy. You and dad were there, and that this other pony blew up the wall. And Lyra almost died about a year ago" she explains.

I look at the Doctor, and he looks at me. "To the Tardis!" We both shout in unison.

We run out the front doors, our drinks forgotten, and rush into the blue police box.


It's never our tears,
That reveal our fears.
Never the cries of the desperate,
From which we try to seperate:
Those who are in true pain,
And those who use it for gain.
Rather, it's he who fakes a smile,
That has thought for a long while:
About his life and,
His all consuming strife.
It's never the tears that measure his pain,
But it is the constant smile he feigns.