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// 7 years later 
// Story: I'm sorry..... I'm so sorry...... 
// by Novalis14 
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Seven year old Tempest sat in her room on board the TARDIS, she flipped through a scrap book. The pages were filled with pictures of her and her father, dancing at the first grand galloping gala, throwing water balloons off the top of the Eiffel tower in 1820, eating muffins growing off of bushes. 

She smiled before adding a picture of the two of them in front of the TARDIS control panel, while her father taught her how to fly it. She had landed just outside of Baltimare, the only thing wrong with her first flight was that she had been aiming for canterlot. It was close enough.

She closed the book and placed it on her shelf before exiting her room. Her father had said that they were headed to a cozy restaurant in Manehaten for dinner. 

As she entered the control room she was greeted by the sound of a phonograph and the sight of her father sitting in his chair. 


The doctor looked up from his book at the sound of his daughter’s hoof steps. “There you are tempest. You ready to go?” He grinned at her with his cheeky smile. 

The restaurant was cozy just as her father described, only a few families sat at tables around them. The menu was almost too big for tempest to hold, causing her to struggle while trying to seem grown up. The Doctor smiled at her, she was so much like her mother. 

The door at the front of the restaurant opened and two mares and two stallions walked in. They took a seat a near the front, the doctor glanced down to check that his daughter was still reading before moving his attention towards the new group. 

“I’m glad we finally managed to get here, mom has been making such a fuss over the 
‘quality of establishments’ we should visit. Really does having a title mean you can’t pick up a hayburger? What do you think ditzy?” 

The gray mare looked up at her siblings and nodded with a smile. The doctor’s hearts ached a little to see her again. He would never understand why he kept doing this when it caused him so much pain. “Hey daddy, do you think I should get the lasagna or the salad?” Tempest said snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Why not get the banana split?” as tempest giggled the doctor smiled. “You would be so proud of her Ditzy”