He knew he should be studying, but there was a link in his e-mail that winked at him, and he was having a hard time concentrating on his books. The link had been forwarded by a friend, or, the friend’s e-mail address was in the reply-to and from blocks. The message read simply
“Click for the Doctor”
beneath that it said.
“Who?”
Only a few friends knew how addicted he was to that show. Deep in his closet he had every BBC DVD ever released hidden beneath Physics texts and old Biology papers. There was a box of thick, cheesy covered paperbacks tucked under his bunk.
He even had a small pendant in the shape of a 
on a cord around his neck. He dreamed of traveling the universe, and the timestream. He read about quantum physics and willed his mind to make a connection that would make it possible.
He closed his book, reached for the mouse, and stared at the monitor.
What’s the worst that can happen? he thought. “Fuck it,” he said.
He clicked the link. His screen went blank, then an image surfaced. He backed away, but it was too late.
A colorful blast of light leaped from the monitor screen and pierced his chest, knocking him back into his chair. He groped for the mouse, missed, and felt the darkness swallow him. He breathed a final word…
“Dalek”
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