It's the sound every Doctor Who fan longs to hear, that we dream of in our sweetest dreams.

Vwoop vwoop

The sound of the TARDIS apparating, soon to have The Doctor appear and whisk us away as a valued companion on many dangerous yet delightful adventures.

And yet this time, something is different. The TARDIS door opens, and I close my eyes in anticipation, waiting to hear the Doctor call out "Come along," or "Allons-y!" or even, "RUN!"

But instead, I hear the more dire "Brrraiiiiins?" I pop open my eyes. The Doctor looks a bit off. A bit off-balance, like he's staggering instead of swaggering. And is that a touch of green in his cheek?

Oh no. Thanks to my handy Zombie Combat manual, I recognize the signs. My heart sinks as I realize what I must do.

A few expertly placed kicks later and ***some quickly flung zombie-gingerbreadman-shuriken throws later, the Doctor's head is neatly detached from the rest of him. No more regenerations for this sucker: he's already been Undead one time too many.

A solitary tear runs down my face as a bend down and pick up the sonic screwdriver knocked out of the Doctor's hand. I rise and face the TARDIS.

"Hello, old girl. Fancy a new captain for a time?"

(p.s. also received, rad Doctor Who / zombie sticker that oops failed to get in the picture due to being already placed in my office)

(p.p.s. if you haven't heard of it, RedBubble.com looks to be where the cards and stickers came from and it is pretty awesome)