Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 014 – umbrella / spire at dw100.

Summary: The city is as magnificently futuristic as anyone could wish for.

“Now this is more like it!” Rory stared around him at the tall, elegant, crystal and glass spires that were everywhere he looked, like magnificent cathedrals shining in the sunlight. He’d wanted to visit a properly futuristic alien city and finally he’d got his wish. It was everything he’d imagined it would be, and then some. “So where are we? Alpha Centauri? Betelgeuse? Canis Major?”

“Ah, well, not exactly.” The Doctor shuffled his feet a bit. “We’re in Oxford.”


“Oxford, earth, twenty second century. Sorry.”

“Huh. It’s changed a bit.”

“Oh, not that much really. It still has spires!”

The End