Doctor Who : la Lune du Chasseur de Paul Finch
The Doctor peered again at the surface of Gorgoror, and remembered the scattered bones he'd seen in its old machine hall.
He never liked thinking about the endless possibilities his ability to travel in time created. So mostly, he didn't. But sometimes - as now - it wasn't easy. In a minute, he'd go back inside the TARDIS, hit the dematerialisation control and watch through the console monitor as this hellish wasteland faded into static.
If only he could do that with the thoughts inside his head.