Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Professor's Adventures - Post-Departure Blues

 The lights blared down from the old LED lighting in the nightclub. A dance bar, a dance studio, whatever the name changed to on a weekly basis. The pastel colored clothing, the perms, the mullets, the afros, this place could not be more 80s if it tried, however, something stuck out like a sore thumb in this place. A man, healing from a hurt heart and sadness, his dark green coat sucking in the blinking lights shining from the ceiling trying to brighten him up through the multicolored lights. This man was the Professor, sent here by his TARDIS by some unknown reason, sitting at the end of the establishment hearing the place go berserk with dancing music, so loud it could burst his eardrums if he got any closer.


It always hurt, saying goodbye to a friend. It never got easier over the years, as he sat there, watching the smiling faces dancing on the reflective dance floor. They were his friends, almost like his family, and yet he couldn't help but feel low every time he said farewell to one, their journey at an end and their story now on the right path. He knew it was time for them to leave, and yet the pain always came to his heart.

So now, here he was, in some 80s Disco parlor trying to heal his hearts, drinking ice water from a glass as he sat in a booth, watching the people dancing and having a joyful time. After a few minutes of internal silence, he finally heard a female voice echo in his head. "She'll be alright, you know."

"I know..." He replied softly, knowing no one could hear him over the music, but still taking the precaution about talking to himself, taking a small drink. "It's just..."

"I understand. It's hit hard." The voice echoed in his mind, followed by a low thrum. "Why do you think I brought you here. Go have fun, at least. Or at least listen to the music. Friends take care of friends, and you are one of my oldest after all."

He slightly chuckled to himself. "Old Friend, are you getting soft on me?"

"Oy." The voice echoed in his head. "Don't push yourself."

The two slightly chuckled, watching and listening to the music.

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