Wednesday, 14 January 2015

The Lost Doctor

The Computer Chip


He was dishevelled, disorientated and in his long pyjama’s The alarm wailing like a frightened beast sent The Doctor running into the console room his hair looking as if he’d been freeze framed jumping, the Doctor knew The Tardis was scared, something unthinkable had happened….

“What’s happened Girl? …What’s frightened you poor thing, now calm down hey... There you go old Girl,” he patted the console reassuringly, “now what’s the problem?” he franticly scanned all the warning indicators; relieved to see it wasn’t a catastrophic engine failure “Oh I see we’ve had company, But How? That’s not possible…’s Impossible!” he spun searching the shadows.

“Right Old Thing,” he said once more scanning the systems, “we’ll sort this out, Oh and please turn off that infernal noise hey! That would be lovely wouldn’t it, as it’s not Helping!”

The sudden silence felt even more alarming, the Library he’d only left 4 hours earlier, was showing an intruder alert… “No, no, no, not possible! But somehow it’s happened!” He ran into the corridor spun left into the next, then down the stairs and along to the Library entrance…..he hesitated; swallowing hard, he activated the door, it hissed open, and it was dark… no lights…

“Hello? Anybody there?” Now even The Doctor thought it unlikely anyone present would jump out to reply, after all it’s not part of sneaking about is it, to tell anyone you were indeed THERE! And would like a cup of tea, if you could be so kind.

“Lights!!” he said louder then he intended but the unease he felt seemed to necessitate it…. Nothing, something had drained the power. “Lights please my Lovely” and the Tardis obliged by switching on the ceiling light, this was much brighter then the lighting he was accustom to in his lovely library... stepping inside he noticed at once One of the large leather bound books, at 75mm thick it was hard to miss with gold leaf edging and had what at first glance appeared to be wirers dangling, but on close inspection it was clear the wire consisted of text that smelt and looked like copper.

The Doctor could see no meaning, the writing was random words wound tightly together, forming a link to the Brass Lamp with its Gallifreyan scene engraved into the blown glass chummily, so this was the cause of the power drain he thought, the Doctors analytical mind now racing, looking for clues.

Opening the book revealed blank pages, empty of any script, even the front cover was bare, but he felt the embossed surface and angled it to the ceiling light to see if it could be read... THE UNIVERSE OF DREAMS… The Doctor felt as if cold hands gripped his spine……a memory stirred and he didn’t like it, he didn’t like it at all! He dropped the heavy book back onto the round Chippendale Table…

He sensed more then knew, what this meant. He touched the second orb mounted on it’s Jade plinth, again that eerie silence where there should have been the comforting voice of his Second incarnation, the past life of his regenerated body.

Head spinning, It suddenly felt as if a tremendous weight pressed down on him and The Doctor leaning over the table, stooping to bare this weigh on his arms that pressed into the table his finger spread wide.

A tear ran down the left side of his face and he stood took a deep breath and wiped it away angrily.

“You will NOT beat me.”He said into horrid silence.

Then as if on queue the room was resounding to the unmistakable sound of a Tardis materialising, the book shelves shook and the pages of the discarded books strewn on the tables flew open, there pages flapping furiously, only this Tardis wasn’t The Blue Police Box!, with a fully working chameleon circuit a New Bookcase appeared. And it opened and while the room settled down and the whooshing stopped, The Doctor Squinting from the disturbed dust in the air, saw a Figure emerge and out Stepped The Second Doctor with slightly greying hair grinning widely and holding out his hand to be shaken, “Hello, I came as soon as I felt he was in danger,” he studied his surroundings, “ah we have some work to do haven’t we? Come along let’s not stand on ceremony, I'll answer your questions in good time, follow me.” The Second Doctor said. And spun on his heels to return into the bookcase.

Reluctant but still following The Doctor stuttered “But, but you can’t be!!!! You’re me!” The Doctor tried to collect his thoughts, “You haven’t crossed the timelines have you?” The Second Smiled his most disarming smile, “Oh my Dear fellow, would I disregard such rules?” he responded eyebrows raised.”

The Doctor answered, “Quite frankly, yes you would!”

“Oh my no... Well I did of sorts, at one time but that wasn’t my doing." he Tutted then said, "It was the Timelords! Those interfering pen pushing busybody bureaucrats.” He paused, “Well to be honest they messed it up didn’t they, they had Omega draining their power, You must remember that?” he saw the incomprehension in this 11th Doctor’s eyes and continued, “Ah… they wiped your mind didn’t they, well that is a shame, well never mind I will explain, Our Peers on Gallifrey were under attack by none other then one of our legendary heroes Omega!”

The Doctor was about to speak when he was silenced by a wave of the others hand.

“Oh do try not to interrupt there’s a good fellow, Omega was the cause of a power drain that threatened the whole galaxy as we know it, He was also targeting our 3rd incarnation, so fearing he would not be able to contain this threat, The Time Lords rightly assessed he needed my genius, so they attempted to retrieve me from my time line, and the poor fellow involved with this task struggled to latch onto me so he boosted the retrieval…. Well… they never retrieved me at all, they made a copy, a version of me nanoseconds apart. You see there are two of Me! I never left my timeline at all!” He chuckled“It wasn’t their intention of course but things being as they were they never noticed the error, so the other me having seen the future plans they had for me, was able to replace me when the time came, when they returned him to my time, well I was shocked of course as you are now!, he explained our predicament, so I decided to make the most of it and keep my mouth shut…. How Dare they think they could force me to regenerate, so my other self took my place and I’ve never regenerated, so we have alternate futures now don’t we.”

“Oh No…. what! This is crazy! I don't recall any of this!” The Doctor stared doubting his sanity.

“Oh My Word!! I think during the forced regeneration they removed the encounter from your mind, we better talk over a nice cuppa. Black is it?”

Open mouthed the Doctor just nodded then added “I’ll have milk in mine thank you if you don't mind.”

“Right, well we have changed haven’t we, lets not dilly dally I’ve someone who’s dying to meet you.”

They both walked into the Book Case that was bigger on the inside.

“Jamie, make that tea with milk will you…”

Jamie at the back of the galley yelled back, “ Oh Aye, so I guess he’s not like yoo hey!” And to the Seconds annoyance he could hear Jamie laughing to himself… ‘yes laugh it up you Hairy legged Highlander’ he thought.

Jamie with grey hair that came with the 58 years living what he assumed to be his normal life, found The Doctor in a Tavern….stood there without a care in the world laughing and telling Gaelic tails. But he turned out to be the 12th incarnation, it was much later that His real Doctor appeared and asked for his help.

The 2nd lead 11th to a plush Edwardian chair with navy blue velvet upholstery and gold leaf frame. This was one of four with a three seat love chair in the same style centre to those surrounding it, these were arranged around the Mahogany table set a metre off the ground with its four huge spiral twist carved legs. The table was inlaid with tiles displaying a medieval hunting scene with horsed men armed with spears chasing down a wild boar. In fact this corner of the Console room would look at home in any Edwardian Stately Home, with it’s china vases, plates and porcelain figures arranged in way Only the Doctor would do.. all perched on a very deep Persian carpet with an almost hypnotic honeycomb design bursting out of an elaborate patterned Persian sun at its centre all in rich blues, browns, orange and yellows. Three mahogany tall book cases lined the walls with a grandfather and grandmother Clocks dividing the three.

Only the centre Console had a Modern all white look to it with an array of coloured lights, switches and dials on each of it hexagonal edged panels, held on an hexagonal base half as wide as its top.. This base was the outer cladding to the shaft that lead to the Tardis’s Heart, atop of this stool a glass cylinder with a Time rotor within its clear casing, once set this would move up and down like a brightly lit glass piston … and the Tardis would move in time and space.

"Wait!! Did you say 12th ?”

“That isn’t your concern right now, if we fail there won’t be a 12th,” The 2nd insisted.

“ Yes quite right too, it’s better not to know these things, So you out witted the Timelords after all." Said The 11th now smiling, "why am I not surprised it would be you?"

Laughing The Doctor said "well I am a Genius!"

"Yes indeed you are" both now laughing.

Jamie sat watching this show of self praise, "Now look hear yoo two, what's going on?"

The Doctor answered and the 2nd sat back watching Jamie’s reaction.

"My look at You Jamie eh?... I remember you, you've aged a little."

"Aye well yoo can blame the Genius for that!"

"Oh Jamie... really. The 12th did explain."

"Ock I know what he said Doctor but it's still your fault, Yoo called The Timelords with that cubey Thing."

"Well Jamie that other Doctor, the one I came from,” The 11th affirmed, “has had his conscious stolen, all my past lives live in a way, with there consciousness held in a Orb created during the Regeneration process, I have Ten orbs created by my Tardis but the Second orb is empty"

The 2nd interrupted, "This is where you come in Jamie once Your conscious was removed, and held by a being intent on deceiving me into helping him, he attempted to make me believe I had somehow changed your features but I know now it was just one of his tricks to make me trust the creation he wanted me to believe was you, while he tried to manipulated me through it."

Jamie with his cup half way to his lips looked confused. "When did that happen? I don't recall it at all."

"No I feared you wouldn't." The 2nd said, "but We!"

He now indicated the other Doctor, "well, together we might be able to retrieve a location from your mind." "Yes Jamie your the key." Said The Doctor, "I have to get that Doctor's conscious back or my life will unravel and I will literally cease to be."

The 2nd looked to the other Doctor then to Jamie, "Jamie" he said, "this is something we have to do urgently, if this Doctor's time unravels everything he's done will unravel too, Time will change and untold lives will suffer, worst of All there will be no one except Me, to stop the Daleks."

Jamie shuddered at the thought of the Daleks, those unfeeling tin headed beasties. he thought.

This was The Doctors most dangerous time and there was no time to waste.

The Doctor leaned to the 2nd and whispered, "I'm scared."

"Don't worry dear chap, together we can be phenomenal!" The 2nd replied and put a reassuring hand in his shoulder and shook it gently, "Remember I am a Genius!" he Stood and walked over to the Console, "I've only set the controls of a Tardis like this once before and to be frank it frightened me."

"Wait!" shouted The Doctor in alarm "aren't we going in my Tardis?"

"No,” replied the 2nd placing the Second Doctor’s orb with it's jade plinth on the console.

"I never saw you take that!" The Doctor said now annoyed. "Well your Tardis will be detected at once I know this entity, and with My Tardis in full working order we can materialise undetected, we need to take any advantage where we can, because we don't have long. I already feel I'm starting to lose you," he looked across to The other Doctor "or did you think my hand on your shoulder was just to comfort you?"

The Doctors jaw dropped, "actually I did!"

"Well you redecorated your Tardis didn't you? I didn't like it," the 2nd chipped in, with smiling eyes, and the time rotor was set in motion.

"So where are we going if it's not too much trouble...It's only my life at stake after all." The Doctor enquired.

"Well we have moved out of time and space... out of reality!!" The 2nd eyes glazed over as he had a sense of Déjà vu, "In Fact we are nowhere....nowhere at all."

The Doctor ran over to the console "What have you Done!" he scanned the dials to make sense of where he'd foolishly been taken, "Oh NO! ...No this is bad very bad, there's no wobble or swoosh, Where's the Swoosh?" He looked at The 2nd "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.!" he demanded

"Well the being we are looking for lives outside of normal Time, he feeds on the mind....human minds" he looked into the Other Doctor's eyes and said sincerely, "As soon as I felt your Second life was lost, because you can take it from me no one is more linked to your Second then I…well I knew it was The Mind Robber, he wanted to take control of my mind, so he could feed off and occupy every mind on Earth. then they would be lost to their planet and become Fiction…" He continued "He called himself The Master."

The Doctor now leaned towards The 2nd with a wicked grin, "I remember this, the fictional characters knew it as The Master, but it was a Master Computer, a Master Brian left by a race that we've never met!..."

"No I don't believe we have, carry on." The 2nd said clutching his hands, enjoying The Doctor now he became more animated.

"There's no way of knowing if they still exist!!" chuckling and now fumbling in his right hand Pocket The 2nd pulled out a white paper bag, "My your on a role aren't you, would you like a humbug?"

"Oh Lovely, I love Humbugs, not had a humbug since I bumped into Good old Dickens," He reached into the offered bag and popped one of the triangular brown and black stripped Humbugs into his Mouth and continued talking now distorted by the sweet dancing on his tongue. "Hum eh, this is I suspect an old trap, set by these Planet hungry Beings… Oh this is gorgeously yummy…" The Doctor's eyes lit up even more, and he began waving his arms about excitedly "OOOH wait THIS IS A TRAP SOLELY TO OBTAIN THE RESOURCES OF EARTH!!" Clapping The 2nd said looking very impressed, "Well I can see where you got your brains from," and he grinned widely pulling on his left lapel of his Jacket as he added with a little Cough, " eh hum..Yes I believe this is a rather old trap but one we need to disarm Permanently or it will forever seek us out!" The Younger look towards older Doctor still sucking and biting into the Humbug said, "But The Master Computer was destroyed by The White Robots!!" the 2nd mentioned lost in Thought, "Well ah.. yes so I thought this computer was destroyed but now I thinking logically the answer is quite Simple."

And Both Doctors said Together "A BACK UP!!" The 2nd continued " Yes ah... how could I be so stupid! of course they made a back up.. I feel such a fool."

The Doctor patting the others shoulder, "Now, Now you were relieved to return to reality, I remember how good that felt."

The Second shut his eyes drew in a deep breath and looked to the ceiling.. "well now we're here they will soon try to play Jamie into their game, they will test him, to see if he's suitable to take over from the Writer, they now have controlling things."

"They?" said the Doctor.

"Yes They.... Dickens and The Master Brain."

"Dickens?" said the Doctor in surprise.

"Yes Dickens...would I be right that when you happened to bump into him he gave you a Book!"

"Oh Crickey!! yes he did, why that sneaky sneaker, I give him humbugs and he just...well he obviously just sneaks!" "Well it would of been a rather heavy Book with a Title.... let me think… World of Fiction?"

"Close but no, that cheeky Victorian gave me The Universe of Dreams."

The Doctor now with a quizzical look added, "Didn't you say we needed a location locked in Jamie's Mind?"

The 2ndDoctors eyes narrowed and he had for a fleeting moment an evil gleam in his eyes "No we know where your Second conscious is.....Don't we." he said looking intently at the Doctor now clasping his hands together as he spoke "No Jamie's the bait!"

Jamie busy in the Galley cursed while touching the hot teapot, "Da! Ya wee menace".

The Tardis was now nothing more then white mist sat in the void….

“What are yoo two Whisperin aboot? Enquired Jamie entering the console room…

“Oh ah ..well nothing really Jamie, we’ve arrived,” his Doctor explained.

“Oh aye, what’s the plan Doctor?”

“Well” continued the 2nd I know we haven’t been detected as of yet, so we best go outside and see what develops.” He looked to The Doctor,“Now you must try the empty your mind, any thought can be used against you.”

“I’ll do my best but after a 1,000 years my mind does tend to be full of the most trivial things..”

The 2nd open the doors and from outside the mist parted to revel the console room… “Ready?”

“Here we go!” The 11thchirped.

As soon as the three stepped outside Jamie and The Doctor held their heads in agony… The 2nd stepped aside his mind closed…

He grabbed Jamie’s arm and pulled him to one of the letters rapidly growing from the ground…

“Jamie….. Jamie!!”Jamie’s Eyes were spinning wildly in his head… “Ahhhh Doctor!, it Hurts” The 2nd slapped him across the face.

“Wha! Hold on there Doctor there’s no need fo…” Jamie stopped speaking, now back to his senses he looked to His Doctor who was guiding him into what could have been a letter H that had risen from the ground, standing a good 2.3 metres high. The Doctor held a finger to his lips, Jamie knew he had to be quiet.

“Now Jamie you’re a very resourceful young man, you know what to do, shimmy up there and Find the door..” “Me! I’m no so young anymore Doctor.”

“Ah to me you are, so stop lingering and get up there!” Jamie paused annoyed, then just looking at the smiling Doctor he laughed.

“Oh My Word! Jamie isn't this exciting.. now up you go” smiling Jamie said “Hey Doctor do yoo remember that Sea Weedy Monster?” The Doctor froze….

“I better not, I’m trying to keep my mind neutral Jamie…” Then he gave Jamie a boost with clasped hands that Jamie stepped into, and he started to clime upward.

Jamie said “Funny thought just the same.”

Jamie still climbing heard a grown.

“Careful that’s my head”The 2nd pointed out to a laughing Jamie, “Well That’s pay back from our encounter with The Ice Warrior's Doctor”

“Well can’t you pay it back in slippers those hobnail boots of yours really hurt!”

Jamie now at the top stood and was able to read off a few lines from the surrounding text, “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”

The 2nd Tutted to himself “The Bible eh?...Hmm, it looks like Dickens is feeling bad about something.”

“I see it Doctor!...”

“Ok come back down Jamie, and be careful where you put those clod hoppers of yours.”

“It’s over to there to the right Doctor lets…..Wait! where’s that other Doctor Got ta?”

The Doctor now realising he was missing said, “Oh My Giddy Aunt!! Well he’s on his own for now Jamie we have urgent matters to attend to.” And both now headed in the direction indicated by Jamie, “I had a feeling the Master Brain would lock onto your minds.”

“Oh did yoo now?”

He stopped to looked to Jamie, “Now look here Jamie, you know I’d never allow any harm to come to you don’t you?” “Aye I know Doctor… But hey I’m no Cheese in ya mouse trap either!”

Jamie’s Doctor smiled“we’ve come a long way together Jamie, I’m beginning to think your thinking more logically then that young Highlander I rescued so long ago”

“I’m 58 Doctor I'm nay so young anymore, I think even I can work a few things out for ma self by now.”

“Yes….yes quite so, if only Zoe were here to see this!”

As they walked on The 2nd said, "Our Friend is a very disturbed man Jamie, I've never lost a companion, he has, he's full of self doubts, look at it this way, If we shared a shark infested sea Jamie it would be he, with his thrashing about that would get the attention."

Jamie surprised said "did you know that before we arrived Doctor?"

"Well of course I did Jamie, but I could hardly tell him that now could I, no...he would of been on his guard, if we're to save him this is the only way, now quick we've little time."

They saw the doorway ahead.

“Doctor!! Doctor Help!!”Both men froze in their tracks “It’s Zoe Doctor!” “No,no no no… Oh dear I knew this would happen” The 2nd Placed a crystal into Jamie’s hand. “Hold that as tight as you can Jamie.”

The Second now with his fingers to his temples shut his eyes tight and chanted “This is not real……this is not real.”

To Jamie he said, “Think of nothing but that crystal Jamie, nothing do you hear me?”

“Aye the Glass thingy is getting hot.”

“Good.” said His Doctor..

The Doctor had no clue as to what happened after stepping out from the Tardis… his head hurt, he felt like someone was trying to read his mind..

He walked through the mist Still in his long pyjamas and grateful of his long brown dressing gown, that he now wrapped tightly around himself, and tightened the sash at his waist… The Doctor felt his nightcap hanging from his left pocket, so he pulled it over his dishevelled hair, giving him the appearance of a young Scrooge… “hmm cosy,” he told the misty air.

He remembered he had to clear his mind, and was now thinking he should block what ever this mind reader was after, as it may encourage obstacles that will prevent him finding his Orb.....until!

“Hey You there!!” The Doctor turned to be faced a big nosed man wearing a navy blue jacketed of a military officer, in white britches on a beautiful chestnut brown charger.. he was in full battle dress with a very distinctive cavalry sword at his hip flashing like gold as the Horse settled.

Smiling with glee the Doctor said "Oh Hello, well if it isn't old Booty... I was reading about you!"

"How dare you Sir! you will refer to me as your Lordship, do you hear me you insolent dog!"

The Doctor looked bemused "And you may refer to me as The Doctor your ah.... hum… Your Lordshipy."

"If you do not refrain from these insults Sir! I will have you flogged; until you learn your place Sir! Is that clear?"

"As Crystal, your Lordship, I never meant any insult I assure you, your a bit of a legend you know, IN FACT! I have book you could possi..."

"Be Quiet Doctor!... Why are You on my Battlefield, remove yourself at once!"

The Doctor looked round the barren landscape, "I don't wish to alarm you your Lordship but we are alone here, as you can see." The Doctor said gesturing to the emptiness around him.

"Are your Blind Man!, the Whole battalion surrounds you!"

"Hello....someone’s been on the old sauce haven't they, French wine no doubt, well it’s all fair gain in War I surpose."

"How Dare you Sir!...Sergeant! Take This interloper away and have him shot, for the spy he is!..."

Four tall toy soldiers appeared in red coat uniforms all armed with Bayoneted rifles.

The Doctor allowed his self to be walked away, after bowing to The Duke of Wellington and wishing him good luck.

Well Sergeant I've yet to see a Toy Soldier who can clime!" and the Doctor made his escape over the rock and boulders to the sound of musket fire…

It never accrued to him that he may have caused these rocks to appear.

At the top of this rather steep clime The Doctor found himself looking down at a familiar sight, "Well you can't miss old St Paul's can you.....Well after all it was me who told Christopher to stick a Dome on top instead of that silly Spire he drew…"

Jamie and the Doctor stood at the door… "Typical it's locked Doctor."

"Oh Jumping Gobstoppers!! look Jamie," The Doctor point to the right of the Door... laying side by side were four white sausages each over 1.8 metres high… "Well I'd say that was my work, but it's that other me, he must be in the machine already."

Jamie walked over to the nearest sausage and kicked it. "What makes you think it's his work Doctor?" the Doctor Grinned, "It's a private joke Jamie, he's obviously realised what’s happened and left this message for me."

The Doctor put a finger to his lip in thought, tapping as he said, "so he knew I'd be here, This could work to our advantage Jamie, this is a good sign our friend is resisting the Master Brains Programing." The 2nd clapped his hands with glee.

Jamie looked on knowing if his Doctor was this Happy, things should work out fine for them all.

It took The Doctor fifteen minutes to reach the old London streets.. "Wha’ you doing Mr.... are you a Toff?, you don't look much of a toff to me."

The Doctor turned to face a shabbily dressed boy pulling on one of his bracers and wearing an old Top hat that looked as if it'd been sat on more times then it had been worn. This young man stood with one leg on an old keg barrel.

" let me guess...Scruffy, self-confident, cockney kid.. Hello Dodger how Are you?"

"Me!...well I'm doing alright ain’t I, me toffee nosed friend."

Then three boys stumble into him form three sides... "Look out Mr" one cried out then ran…

"Scatter lads meet back at Fagan's," Dodger shouted, now legging it up the lane like the old Bill was after him.

"You’re a Cheeky Blighter aren’t you." The Doctor observed, and Patted his pockets.

"Oh No.. they took my Jelly babies."

To be honest it was more, what he allowed them to take, his fob watch and sonic screwdriver was still well hidden. when you've lived as long as the Doctor you Learn a trick or two.

One disturbing thing the Doctor did observe was the Bad Wolf graffiti angrily painted across the aged wooden door of the bakery.

Where are the others? The Doctor thought, he was begining to feel very tired, he walked into the nearest house, it didn’t surprise to him no one objected, after all isn't this where they wanted him to be ?

"Find a Rock or something to break the lock Jamie," and Jamie shrugged and said, "Why don't yoo use that silvery screw driver thingy, of yours Doctor?"

"Oh, I don't think that would work Jamie it's for unscrewing things....Oh well I guess we could give it a try." and from one of his many pockets Jamie's Doctor pulled out a silver like pen 1oo mm long and Pointed it towards the lock...An alien whirring sound could be heard.. and some creaking… The lock however didn't make a sound. "Oh Bother I knew it wouldn't work." the Doctor announced, kicking the stubborn door.. and the door fell off it's hinges now minus it's screws…

"Oh my Word!! how very Splendid, come on Jamie." The Delighted Doctor stepped into the passage leading to an arched entrance, where the sound of electronic machinery clicks and buzzed, which meant they had found the control room.

"No need to thank me Doctor....Haa ya did nay anyway." "Oh Come on Jamie don't dawdle. " The beckoned from within the passage leading to the archway, and Stop mumbling, there's a good chap."

The large Double doors now facing the Doctor was locked but had a small rectangular panel divided into eleven smaller squares, three across and four down, one square being vacant to allow the letters that appeared on the free moving squares, to allow them be rearranged, a large question mark next to it…

"Hmm, I believe we need arrange these letters into a Question... hmm let me see." The squares had H.A.E. on the upper level, then Y.R.D. in the middle squares, followed by E.T.U. and R.O. on the remaining lower squares… The Doctor smiled moving the O side to side in the vacant space…

"Oh really, this is so Childish! They could at least try to make it Difficult!" The Doctor flexed his fingers by locking them between his hands… And at a inhuman speed, he rearrange the letters to say 'ARE YOU THE DR?' now the letters lit up as the Master Brains voice asked the Question. "Are you the Doctor?"

Smiling The Doctor looked quite proud of himself, he bent and spoke into the small hole above the Words, as he knew this could only be the microphone, "Yes I'm The Doctor...oh yes I’ am He!"

The Doctor heard the Second Doctor's Voice "RUN!!"

The 11thDoctor Froze... His arrogance just trapped him.

The room transformed... no exit, no windows.

"I know this Room....from the Hotel, Room 11....and unsurprised the Doctor looked upon the Giant with the Happy bearded face Dressed in his green suit with it's white fur trim, the same fur edged the top of his black leather boots, "Hello" the Giant boomed, "Merry Christmas," from the Corner where he sat full of the Spirit of Christmas…

"Jamie!" The Doctor pointed to the sensors at the foot of the now open arch, "Step over the beam, remember?" Whispering Jamie said, "I Know, I told yoo last time remember?"

"Oh fiddlededee...Clever clogs." said the Doctor.

They entered the white room 4 metres square, the sound of the computers reminded them of their last visit…

Four tall cabinets lined the rear wall, in the centre was a terminal for manual input, But the Master Brain and it's servant were nowhere to be seem.

"I know your there Highlander!"

Jamie and His Doctor stood back to back.

"Soldiers protect the Master Brain! we have an intruder." They heard the Soldiers clock work march coming towards them.

"Here, Jamie move the cabinet under the skylight…” The Doctor pointed to the spot, “there move, hurry!"

They both took hold of the cabinet and dragged it into place, it didn't matter about the noise now.

standing on the terminal table Jamie yelled! "Come on Doctor clime!"

"No Jamie, no time you get moving hurry.... oh my word!! their almost here, ah come on quick no chitter chatter just Clime fast, NOW!" Jamie was on top of the 2 metre high cabinet reaching down for the Doctor. "I can't leave yoo… here take ma hand…"

His Doctor waved his arms upward to hurry Jamie on… "Move you stubborn hairy legged Highlander, I've been here before I'll take my chances. now Go.....GO!” The Doctor said franticly... “And remember to concentrate on the Crystal it will stop them reading your thoughts."

The 2nd gave a thoughtful hmm, "Ahh At least I came prepared this time." he said more to himself then the fleeing companion.

"Stop Him!!" ordered Dickens and a wall to the Doctor's left slid sideways to reveal Dickens connected to the Master Brain... A 1.5 metre globe spinning on its axis, which hovering above the famous authors head, it's neural network lit up to the chatter of it's binary code, each path showed different aspects of the Brains thought processes, the nerve centres ran like an electric rail made of light, The Master Brain barked out orders through Dickens and his distorted voice became a deep monotone. Dickens with dark rings under his eyes looked Zombie like, pal and no longer showing human emotion; his clothes were dusty, the colours when they were vibrant, would of seen him in a purple smoking jacket with Hussar like piping in black linking the buttons over a gold and blue stripped waistcoat, his white shirt still just visible and round his neck was a purple, yellow, blue Paisley cravat… but now his clothes looked to be in shades of grey which matched his greying hair and goatee beard.

As the guards entered Jamie's legs were raising through the Skylight, and that was all they saw...

"Fools Find him, don't let him escape, your Master must be protected from all outsiders!"

The toy soldiers never spoke, they spun on their heels in pursuit of the agile Highlander.

To Dickens Jamie's Doctor said, "Well you have me," and he raised his hands in surrender, but neither Dickens or the Soldiers, who's only interest was in capturing The Highlander noticed.

Puzzled the Doctor stamped his foot, annoyed that he was unable to detain the guards and draw their attention, thus keep them from pursuing Jamie, and possibly harming him.

"Now look here Dickens old chap this is intolerable, a man of your intelligence involved in these shenanigans."

But The Author said nothing... with his head lolling as he typed a story he knew his other conscious was embroiled in.

"Good Grief! What’s wrong with you Man! Has the cat cut your tongue?" said the Doctor belligerently, as he tried to get Dickens attention, so as to offer The other Doctor, whatever he was caught up in, a chance of escape.

The 2ndDoctor, perplexed sat at the centre terminal… "Could it be!" he wondered.

"Everyone loves Christmas except you Doctor!" Boomed the Giant again, "You need to rid yourself of that dark soul or you will walk the fires of Hell for an eternity."

The Doctor knew he should resist but became intrigued… he saw the Ghost as his best chance at finding out what was happening.

"So my Jolly Green Giant! Ho Ho Ho, how do you suppose your going to change me for the good, hey?... is that fairy dust on your boots or have you been partaking of illegal substances?" the Doctor was enjoying himself now.

"I'm taking you to a Christmas Past when you were happy was also the day you changed forever!"

The Doctor thought again, 'I must resist' but he couldn't.

The room faded only to see the return of the thick foggy mist. he held tight to the hem of the Giants Jacket as he felt himself being transported to another Time and place, the mist moving quickly like clouds.

A pin prick of light rapidly became a scene from the Doctor's Past.. "No..No Greenie not here!......never here!" The Doctor felt as if he'd landed, he was in the Tardis.. and When he saw her the Doctor wept… as he sobbed he pleaded, "Take me away, I'll do anything you ask but I can't bare to live this again." The Christmas Spirit said no more..... he just pointed ahead and faded back into the mist.

The Doctor was unable to collect his thoughts, This was real! This happened... and it was happening again as he looked upon his former self sat at the Table laughing and brushing his white hair from his eyes…

"Go on Father read the joke from your Christmas cracker... Susan is all ears" Ethena said, she was stunningly beautiful her blonde hair was styled in a French Braid with a Christian Dior diamond and Sapphire head dress that hung like bright jewelled chains, the Sapphires enhanced the blue of her Edwardian Dress with it's tightly gathered waistline, the front bodice had a high neckline.

"Ha ha, Is she now my dear, well wait, wait.. let me see ah, I'll need my glasses, where are they?"

"There on your head father really! your so forgetful."

"Ha ha, so they are my dear, so they are."

It was a glorious scene. but one that left The Doctor on his knees, tears streaming down his slender face unable to stop what was about to unfold.

The white clothed table easily sat thirty, it was made to celebrate The Duke of Gloucester's 11th Birthday, but at his birthday party at Windsor, on 24 July 1700, he was said to have overheated himself while dancing, he died six days later of a fever, The banqueting Table was fit for a King, which as son of the then Princess Anne you'd expect... The young Duke was never to see his Mother become Queen, who under the Acts of Union, two of her realms, the kingdoms of England and Scotland, united as a single sovereign state, which made her the first Queen of the Kingdom of Great Britain in 1707.

The elaborate seating was upholstered in Scarlet which complimented the deep browns of it's wood.

Sat in her high chair at the Head of this fine Christmas feast was Susan, The Doctors two year old Grandaughter. she was giggling at her Grandfather who was the life and soul of this family.

As it was Ethena's wish to marry the English Earth man Tristan Davison, the Doctor embraced their family traditions with glee. Tristan the Son of a down to Earth but wealthy family, was of Athletic build, having been captain of his Colleges rowing team and the county fencing champion in 1889, he was passionate about his chosen profession in Archaeology, He would say with excited eyes "The Past holds the Future, the more we understand of our ancestors plight, the better prepared we are of facing our own."

"Oh that's very deep, but you'd expect that from a bone digger wouldn't you." The Doctor teased, after such a speech. He liked Tristan, he knew he would protect Ethena and Susan to his last breath. He had the raven black hair and Hazel eyes Susan inherited, unlike the blue eyed blonde Ethena.

The Doctor lost Ethena's Mother to a Grappling bolt meant for him... It pierced one of her hearts and fatally injured the other and with and the Tardis was too far away, he couldn't save her.

The Bolt was fired by a Watcher ... Once the Gallifreyan law enforcers, until one of their leadership became to extreme, So The Timelords cast them out…

The Watchers Seek out any Gallifreyans They believe Timeout, Their word for prolonged time travelling, and The madness that followed had to be stopped.

The Doctor escaped with his teenage daughter in the old type 40 Tardis that was his home since he himself was a teenager.

"Well are you ready Susan? It says... Why don't Duck's fly upside down...What do you think Susan Hum?...because they would Quack up!! Ha ha, well I'm not sure that's funny but the mental image is…"

Susan giggling as sweetly as a two year old can, and she clapped her grandfather excitedly...

The unmistakable hooded figure of A Watcher entered The Tardis... "You Will Hand this Machine over to us!"

Ethena immediately ran to Susan, lifting her from her high chair into her arms, The Doctor rose from his Chair "I will do no such Thing, How dare you come here, How did you get in here, hum?"

"You Think your the only one with a Key? I'm a Watcher we know these Machines better then any you impure bloods.” (The Watchers believe they are the descendents of the First Gallifreyan Time Lords )

Tristan stepped between The Watcher and The Doctor and deflected the arm of the Watcher, as he attempted to thrust his Stun stick at The Doctor’s chest, and Tristan's uppercut sent the Watcher backwards...

"You Neanderthal Monkey!" screamed the frustrated Watcher, wiping blood from lip, "Try that again and I'll detonate this Antimatter Charge,” he opened his cloak to reveal the device at his hip, “it will kill everyone in this room" he took a red cylinder from his belt.. and while it flashed he placed it on the Tardis floor. "I'd consider it an honour to die taking four impures with me,” The Watcher in his black robes Laughed… "there that's better, as for you Monkey breed, you better move back."

Tristan looked over his shoulder to the Doctor, the Doctor nodded, "Yes do as he says, Watchers are not to be a trifle with."

As The Doctor looked on, he begged "Spirit You can Stop now...I can't bare it" he cried in despair..

But the scene never changed

From the folds of his Robes the Watcher removed a another device The Doctor recognised at instantly as he placed it on the floor…

"Are you Mad!!, you can't operate that in the Tardis!" "Father don't!" cried Ethena.

"Ethena you don't understand," The Doctor said, "that device is a E class Vortex generator, and they are notoriously unstable.....he could scatter our molecules into space!"

Ethena walked over to the Watcher with Susan still cradled in her arms, "Look I know you consider the Young innocent.. my Girl is only two."

It was hard to tell if the Watcher had any emotions, behind his hooded features, "If we leave the Tardis with you, will you promise to leave us in peace? without us having to keep looking over our shoulders for one of you to arrive." "I make no Promises" The Watcher hissed. "Your Father has Timed out"

The Doctor was trying to edge his way to the Console, Tristan and Susan had cleverly placed themselves to momentarily blocked him from view. He ducked under the table and on hands and knees ran it's length. he emerged at the other end, next to the Console and hit a switch that activated the Watches Vortex Generator... then running flat out towards the gobsmacked Watcher he shoulder barged him clean off his feet and for a moment The Watcher hung in the air, face down floating feet first into the violent tare in Time and Space forming behind him. Tristan kicked the red cylinder still flashing into the Vortex with him, but he wasn't fast enough to prevent the Watcher grabbing Ethena's leg, the Doctor was on his back from the collision.. He could see The Watcher was half in the Vortex with only his upper torso showing, and Ethena still clutching Susan at her chest was going with him.

"No, no, no," Cried the Doctor struggling to stand...he was now on his knees, the air in the room was heating up, if the portal didn't collapse soon the Console room would implode.

Tristan grabbed his wife by the waste.. She screamed to her legs already lost in the vortex. "Stop him Father, Tristan please, take Susan I can't hold her for much longer." her voice strained form the agonising pain.

"I can't my Darling I won't leave you." Tristan replied

"Stop it!" The Doctor Screamed at the Mist surrounding him

Then he heard Dickens Dark monotoned voice, you can rewrite it Doctor!" and a desk, quill and paper appeared… The Doctor dipped the Quill" then he heard, "NO, DON'T DO IT" it was the voice of the second Doctor, "If you rewrite your history you will become fiction, you CAN'T...You MUST NOT DO IT!"

So the scene continued... Tristan was Strong, but as desperate as he was to save his family, he was unable to stop the love of his life from slipping away, she was edging evermore into the spiralling vortex.

"Doctor I'm losing her!" he bellowed. His hands burning in the Vortex.

The Doctor back at the console tried to override the vortex generator forcing it to close but it was now unstoppable.

"Father!" Ethena screamed in agony, "Take Susan I beg you please," she managed to say through gritted teeth. Then with the strength only a Mothers Love could achieve she threw Susan into the air....

"Susan My poor angel" the Doctor leaped to catch her... he managed to hold her in his arms before falling heavily onto The Watchers Generator… It shattered cutting the vortex instantly, and the cauterised headless torso of Tristan fell to the Tardis floor with a sickening thud... Tristan's arms were also lost… there was no blood.

Ethena's Last scream of his name was an unbearable memory.... he could not bare to hear it again, this is why he blanked it out.. This part of his life came from the darkest corners of his mind.

To save his sanity he locked it away. but now he had to face it over again…

Kneeling on the floor tears stinging his eyes. Susan's tiny face stared up at her grandfather, terrified.

Poor Susan, he thought, I can never provide a normal life for you now.

The Doctor stood arms wrapped tight round his body looking at himself kneeling on his old Tardis Floor trying to comfort Susan.... He remembered how his hearts felt as if ripped from his chest.

"Doctor.....Doctor!! come on we must move now, I kan nay drag yoo." Jamie heard all the shouting and anguish as soon as he appeared on the roof of an old Curiosity Shop in old London,

He scrambled down the gap of the tightly packed buildings, and ran towards the voices...

"Jamie? is that you?" The Doctor was unsettled, and he reached to touch Jamie’s face, confused and in great pain, his hearts ached, the strain of reliving this horror left him drained, he was aching everywhere and he wasn't sure he could stand, the familiar Console room around him started to fade as did Susan and her grandfather.

"It's not your thought Doctor!... Look at your clothes your starting the fade."

Jamie was right as he looked down at the arms that just moments were covered by his brown dressing gown, he could see now the colour was washed out faded, and old.

"Help me stand would you please Jamie."

"Oh" Jamie pressed his Doctor's Crystal in The Doctor's hand and Squatting, Jamie wrapped his arms under The Doctor's and round his chest, he heaved with all his strength through his knees..."That wee glass Thingy should help ya" he said through clenched teeth. And the Master Brain lost sight of it's victim.

"Well. well well, what a lovely surprise." The 2nd Doctor said happily said to himself, as he often did.

"So you can't see me because you already have me... Oh how fascinating, even Poor old Dickens can't see me because the poor man was now part of the program, isn't that so hmm?" He said to the unresponsive Author.

The Doctor pulled open a access panel under the centre terminal, now down on his knees he looked at the control boards, as he observed last time he was here, the circuit boards were constructed as they were on Earth, confirming his belief that the Aliens responsible for this clever trap, used the power of dreams to influence the occupants of the World they craved. giving them the means the spread their will World Wide.

"Oh what clever devils, you have to admire their methods... No war or destruction, you just absorb the populous, who willingly allow themselves the be transported here, to live out their lives in Fiction." The Second chuckled, "But you didn't allow for me did you?... And that was your mistake to think you could treat me like an Earthling." Now looking intently at the circuits The Doctor was looking for converging junctions that would lead him to the essence of his copies consciousness, because that would be the focal point... A computer chip, that controlled this and other units.

The Doctor placed a palm light he removed from one of his many pockets, this bright light not only lit up the interior, but worked in a infrared bandwidth visible to the Doctor, and the hottest spot between these many Circuit boards would lead him to the Chip he was after. he pulled out the boards one by one, still linked by there wire looms and there it was, the fifth board burned brighter then any other, he closed his eyes to link with his other conscious and in his main he asked, 'Is that you there dear chap?' 'well it's about time!, what took you so long?, this really won't do' The Doctor heard in reply, 'well I'm here now that's the main thing' Annoyed the 2nd Doctor’s conscious mind said 'well it's been terrible, I could of been absorbed by this system if I wasn't such a genius!'

'ha ha and when would you allow that! to happen hmm!' A pulse then, 'well it wasn't easy, they give you such challenges it’s easy to be taken in.'

The Doctor now with The orb in his left hand said in thought, 'well let’s hop to it then...return to The Orb... concentrate!" The infrared light passing between the circuits started flickering as the command paths closed. 'that's it, I think it's working!' and the answer in the Doctors head was, 'this is making me giddy... oh my giddy aunt!! I don't like it.' The conscious admitted, 'well concentrate... return to the orb now!'

An Alarm started it’s Shrill scream, and in this confined space it was deafening.

INTRUDER...INTRUDER ALL UNITS TO THE CONTROL CENTRE....PROTECT THE MASTER BRAIN!!! INTRUDER!! Repeated Dickens, with the alarms deafening shrill in the background.

The orb in The Seconds hand glowed as it said in his mind "Run!!"

"Oh thank goodness" The Doctor replied, relieved…

"Doctor help me." Jamie said as he entered the Control centre. "He's heavy, I can't hold him much longer, I think he's fainted."

"Yes, I see, did you give him the crystal?"


"Well that's why he fainted."

"Will he be alwrite Doctor?"

"Well it looks that way Jamie, he's weak but I can't see any physical harm." His Doctor replied.

"Here put this in his pocket it may help... in fact they may help each other."

Jamie taking the Orb with his one free hand, allowed the full weight of The Doctor to rest on his side… He pushed the Orb into the inside breast pocket of The Doctor's Tweed Jacket…

"OOH..WHAT'S THAT TERRIBLE RACKET!!" The Doctor said coming round.

"We seem to have alarmed the Master Brian," all the Soldiers will be here soon."

Then both Doctor's heard in their minds…

'Ah..well no that won't happen, unless you believe being attacked by sausages is possible?'

"Oh Really… You two! What is it with you and sausages?" The 2nd jested, "It's a private joke."

"What are yew two on about now?" said Jamie still holding up The Doctor, and straighten himself The Doctor wobbled slightly, smiled broadly, "I'm Back" he said waving jazz hands then doing a strange arm pumping dance stepping side to side.

"Well Goo'd yoo wa doing me in," Jamie said now unburdened.

The 2nd Doctor was already pulling the connections to Charles Dickens mind and a big groan expelled from his lips.

"Wherrr... What the devils going on… This isn't my train?" Charles said to no one in particular.

"I fear my good Man, that your train may have crashed." The 2nd said smiling…

"Wait a moment… its you! And He's you! How can you both be here?... Am I having a mad mans dream?"

"No your not Dreaming.... well at leased NOW! your not dreaming" replied the 11th the beaming, now back to his old self, he took out his sonic screwdriver and tossed it in his hands before aiming it's sonic wave into the Master Brain.

"Well Goodness me.... you do like your Gadgets don't you.. what ever happened to using a real screw driver hmm?" said the 2nd, "I could rewire this computer to self destruct easily!" he continued…

"Well I've moved on, this is The Sonic Screwdriver Mark 10… And with this bad boy this whole system is now disabled for good."

"Well I do like a good ending don't you?" The 2nd proclaimed.


"Not you Jamie I was talking to...well never mind let's get going shall we, this place gives me the heebie jeebies."

"Oh Aye sure enough.. now where’s the Tardis?"

"Well" said The 2nd, "it's in the Mist... Oh Dear Me" he murmured, realising it would be invisible.

"We will just have to feel for it, won't we."

"What Here! in this vast place Doctor? it could take years."

Charles Dickens no longer in the grip of the Master Brain started fading away, as his conscious mind began it’s returned to his body.

"Well this looks like it’s Goodbye Doctor's" he said then he was gone.

"Well that's a fine how do yew do, not even a thank yoo." said Jamie dumbfounded…

The Doctor faced them both and leaning with a big grin said, "Would you allow me? Just this once to do this?" and waving the Sonic Screwdriver around them he said, "Got it, follow me."

So they left through the archway, and walking over the doors still Lying on the ground.

Jamie and His Doctor looked at each other and laughed, and his Doctor shrugged his shoulders to Jamie's unspoken remark.

Then 300 metres away surrounded by the swirling mist Stood a Blue Police Box…

"Da da!" said The Doctor with Jazz hands again.

"Well... Oh My Word!! What a beautiful sight Hey Jamie?" "That it is Doctor, Aye that it is." Jamie replied.

Back in the Library where it all began The Doctor returned the Second Orb and it's jade plinth among the others in it's usual place on the Chippendale table.

Welcome home he said to his Second’s Consciousness…

'It's rather splendid to be back.'

'Well where the Hell!! have you been gallivanting too!' Shouted the Third Doctor from his Orb, 'Our days of adventure are long over and don't you forget it… Why the very nerve.'

"Ok you two behave or it's bath time with rubber ducky for you both." Said The Doctor Content to be himself again… In Fact he felt renewed in some way.

"So what will you two be doing now?" He inquired, returning his gaze to The 2nd and Jamie.

"Well we have some catching up to do Jamie and I, and wants to see Victoria again."

"Aye Victoria is closer of my time, I feel goo'd around her, Zoe is lovely but of a bossy boots... we can catch up wee her later Hey Doctor?"

"Yes Jamie we shall, after all we have all the time we need....Well Goodbye Dear Chap." The 2nd held out his hand, and gripping it with both hands The Doctor said, "Oh I wish we had more time to chit chat.. But we best go our separate ways."

"Yes.. quite right.., Well ah… Goodbye and you had better burn that book." The he suggested, pointing to the Heavy Book with it’s wirers till trailing from it…

"Yes I will, first thing hey... we don't want any complications now, do we. Ha ha."

And with that both waving, The Doctor and his Companion walked into the Blue Police Box that was bigger on the inside.

The End.......Or is It?


Thursday, 11 September 2014



Ah.... The early 60's saw many Innovations ,  The 1964/1965 New York World's Fair would be a place where the future was exposed to the public with all it's wonders... The Flying Car!! Wow it's coming was one such boast. 
This is a true story of life in the 60's as I remember it... But the words may have changed to enhance the reading experience, so strap in kiss your toes, as we use my  cerebral  time and space manipulation machine to take you back with me to a time of Black and White.

This is an exciting age, man is on the brink of space exploration... And the Moon is the goal for man to take a giant leap forward. 
But before all that we had toys to keep a child busy for hours, not only that! They were education too! So picture this as we   Approach the Early 60's 
As soon as we land you with notice the buzz of excitement coming from a crowd as they look for inspirational gifts for their children at Christmas in Woolworths. 

My Aunt Molly is front of the queue, because she wants the best for her growing family, and what she was about to be shown was the latest innovation for children of the new age. 
"So what is it exactly?" She asks the young salesman at his display stand... 
"What is it? I'll tell you what it is Madam it's the latest thing for a child's 
 Mental Development, Made! I might add in the latest high tensile plastics man can afford." 
"I wouldn't lie to you madam, I can see by your demeanour your a very shrewd lady, this I can assure you is it! Your going to Wow your young child, may I ask his or her name?"   
"It's Richard and Jackie." There is another child to come, but at this point and time Jane isn't even a twinkle in the eyes...And me being a scruffy kid have no idea of what I just said means. 
"Lovely names madam... Would I be right in thinking Richard is a Boy?" 
"Of Course he is." Molly replied with some bewilderment.
"I'm just checking ma'am you can never be to sure or take things for granted at this Exciting Age of Invention!!" 
Now intrigued Molly bends forward and enquires again. 
"Madam if you leave this store with this Wonderful gift, the joy and love in your young sons eyes at Christmas will be your just reward."  
"But you still haven't told me what it is?" 
"What it is?... What it is, is a Static Technological Interactive Cultural Knackish." 
"Oh excuse me madam I know it's a bit of a mouthful so we call it a Stick for short!" And with that he delicately places  the Static Technological Interactive Cultural Knackish, on the green felt covered table."
"But that's a Stick!!" Molly blurted out.
"Oh My Word, madam you learn fast! That's Exactly what it is!"
"But it's a Stick.... I mean just a stick." 
"Ah.. Now don't be fooled by it's familiar appearance madam, this isn't just a stick, made from the strongest polymers...You can bend it, slap it, throw it and it will always keep it's shape! ... Why just imagine young Richard running along next doors fence with this little technological beauty... It would sound like a machine gun..he will be the envy of the school yard, .That alone is hours of fun... Young Richard will never be ignored with one of these.... Because he can poke his friends to get their full attention!" 
"I'll have it." Said Molly knowing a bargain when she saw it, and she was looking at it right now. 
Just As we accept computer technology  today, we know all innovation, never stands still for long, and within weeks the next improvement is available.
My Mother June... Headed for The City, she sat on the No18 Bus blot upright and full of pride, as she gripped her handbag on her lap, excited by the  knowledge gained through her Sister-in-law that the latest Thing! Was a stick. And she, being a fair and loving mother intended to buy all three sons this marvellous technological breakthrough in children's educational toy development.    
As soon as the bus stopped at Southampton Central Bus Station, she was off and heading to Woolworths ready to bash anyone with her handbag if they got between her and the Sticks. 
"I'll have three of your finest sticks please." June demanded from the nearest stand...
"Oh God Bless you Madam I can see your a caring Mother so for a further half crown I can add the latest innovation to The Stick! ... It's a Planetary leviathan .... Oh but let's cut to the quick ... It's a Plate! 
"You want me to pay Seven and six for three plates? Are you Mental?" My mother said indignantly.
"It's the latest Thing Madam... A plate on a Stick... Soon you won't be able to buy them as we are selling out fast." 
"I see.... So what's so good about this latest addition then?" 
"It's full of mystery and magic your children have only seen On Television... They will learn through perseverance how to balance a plate on a stick... It's a spinning sensation."
So not wanting to be out done my Mother brought all three of her Sons a Plate on a Stick that Christmas. 

So now you know why Children Born in the 50's and Early 60's are always excited by Christmas.... Because after a you've experience a plate on a Stick, the whole of technology opens up to you.. 

In this story the boys of June are played by the real life characters of my Brother Steven, my Twin Michael and of course I play Paul the Gorgeous one. 

Sunday, 9 March 2014

My Doctor Who Memories

A Story of Doctor Who, My Memories by @BestDrWho

In 1963 I was the cheeky scruff a month into my 7th Birthday,

I remember 1963 for two things, one being the first time I encountered deep snow, playing outside this was wonderful stuff for a kid living in England on one of the early council estates built in the late 1950’s, I still have a clear image in my mind of looking down at my feet and only seeing snow up to my knees, my friends and I even found the pond formed by a bubbling spring in the woods had frozen solid, so skating, probably more on our backsides than legs was to be joyous event had  by all.

The second and most important thing for you readers was the first episode of Doctor Who, William Hartnell was like my Grandfather, thin and grumpy haha, so I already related to him as a grandfather figure, this was brilliant stuff too, a time travelling grumpy granddad, who you just knew would tell you, you’re not chewing your food forty times before swallowing.

The opening scene was like Dixon of Dock Green episode (Google it) with a policeman and his flashlight (these were also alien communicators to a seven year old, but you had to hold it under your chin and talk in a deep spooky voice) the policeman seems to be checking everything is locked up and the name of the junkyard is suddenly lit up, 76 Totter’s Lane. Are you excited yet? You just knew something was going to happen in that yard, but what?

It does all fade a bit with time but I remember Susan being followed by two of her curious and worried teachers, she enters the junkyard and both are not far behind. Police Boxes used to be a common sight in those days, so to see someone go inside one wasn't at all strange, but this one buzzed and vibrated from the inside.
The rest is history as far as An Unearthly Child goes, so I wont bore you with the details, we talked about the programme at school and imagined how brilliant it would be to go back in time and see a Dinosaur or be a Cowboy, bang bang, you're dead, if you didn't play dead when you were shot at, you were a dirty little cheater.

My favourite time for Doctor Who for me was the regeneration of the Doctor, although  they called it renewal back then, Patrick Troughton was now the Doctor and he was Brilliant. I’m now ten years old and very impressed, he was mischievous, funny , witty and clever, with a childish sense of wonder at all things new (Matt Smith has taken this aspect of Pat’s Doctor) Patrick was the Uncle you wish you had, because you knew he’d give you a jelly baby even if you’d been naughty and had a sweetie ban slapped down on you to put you straight, My Great Grandmother was like that, she loved me and would give me Jaffa cakes even though I was in the dog house.
So again I could relate to this Doctor, when Jamie joined the crew things really took off, Frazer Hines and Patrick Troughton were a perfect combination, I was too young to appreciate Zoe’s assets and contribution to the crew because she was a girl errhhh.
 I couldn’t bear to watch Patrick’s Doctor end, or in his case change his features so I never watched The War Games right to the end. I never saw the change, I didn’t like Jon Pertwee’s Doctor mainly because he wasn’t Pat, I do appreciate his portrayal now  I’m older, the BBC also ruined the show for me by making Jon’s Doctor time locked on Earth, so they could save the budget on set designs. he seemed was more like Quatermass to me, that put aside I know Jon did a lot for the programme and lead the way to Doctor Who conventions.
My favourite episode of Jon’s era was of course The Three Doctors to see Billy and Pat back was just pure joy to me , now a teenager it was like Christmas and Birthdays had joined for one great show, it’s in this episode Pat says for the first time: ”I can see you've been doing the TARDIS up a bit, I don't like it.” Jon Pertwee was very much his own Doctor.

Tom Baker was a wonderful and funny Doctor. His episode Robot was my favourte as it's here we see the comical Tom for the first time. just like Pat. He even stole Pat’s Jelly Babies, an idea he’s often given credit for, really every Doctor that followed Jon seemed to have taken on some aspect of Pat’s performance, let’s face it if it wasn’t for Patrick Troughton, being accepted as the Doctor, the programme would have stopped with him, so he has more than earnt the right to be the Best Doctor of them all.
I enjoyed Peter Davison’s Doctor also, he had that venerable Doctor who cared more for others than his own life, Peter’s Doctor was also joined by a companion who's assets I was now old enough to appreciate even though she was a girl., as I’m now in my early twenties. There used to be a group called Yello in the 80’s and when I first saw Peri that dat dat OHHHH Yeaaaa song was in my head. The Five Doctors was the best episode of Peter’s tenure for what should be obvious reasons.

Colin Baker was another Doctor I liked, he had a darker, untrustworthy Doctor going on, Patrick showed these traits but he was so subtle you hardly noticed.
The Two Doctor’s was the highlight because my favourite Doctor and companion combo were back and fully in the driving seat. Patrick would steal every scene he played in the Two Doctors, The Three Doctors and even The Five Doctors.

Sylvester McCoy’s Doctor at the time I didn’t like at all, I never liked the Doctor being called Professor by Ace either, another character I never took to, for me at the  McCoy’s tenure was the Death Knell to the series and Doctor Who was no more. (I know this will be a controversial view as most fans in their thirties grew up with McCoy’s Doctor.) My favourite episode with McCoy was Remembrance of the Daleks

It's now 1996 and I thought Wow the Doctor is back, I’m now coming up to forty, and a fantastic actor Paul McGann was going to play the Doctor, but due to America’s none acceptance of the show it died an early death, I feel he would have gone on to be one of the all time greats in Who History.
The rest you all know 2005 saw the return of The Doctor Who series, with a cocky Doctor played by Christopher Eccleston. I liked Chris a lot, but when he left early I wasn’t surprised. My favoutire episode with Chris is The Empty Child.
 So next we see  David Tennant enter the role, and the fun loving Doctor is back taking on the talking to himself side of Patrick’s Doctor, with that same sense of wonder. Tennant was my daughters Doctor, she absolutely loves David Tennant, and yes he was a great Doctor, but this is now the era where lovey dovey Doctor rules. There was no time for kissing in Pat’s day, there were monsters to stop.  David’s regeneration went on for far long in my opinion, again lovey dovey diey Doctor. My favourite episode with Tennant was The Girl in the Fireplace
Now Matt Smith is the Doctor and I rate him close to Pat, but if they shared a scene it would be Pat your attention would go to, I’m not a big fan of some of the stories and I’ve said as much on twitter, this again upsets people but I go back to the shows humble beginnings, so I see it from a different perspective to the new fans. If the writing was more about the fight against all evil in the universe rather then the internal anguish of the Doctor and the total dominance of the female characters, the Doctor could be amazing again. But to me the stories have become all about relationships of the characters and the monsters have little or no part in the show.

Let me also add that  other characters have helped this show last in the mind, the Brigadier (Nicholas Courtney) and Sergeant Benton, (John Levene, who was the first person I met in Newcastle, and remarked how well I dressed in my Replay tweed jacket) and one I met in the Lanes in Brighton, when in my twenties, but I was to polite to bother her while she was shopping was Sarah Jane Smith (Elisabeth Sladen) fine fellows all of them. 
Well these are my views and I’m being honest about how I see the show. I think Matt will be remembered as one of the all time Greats, after the Greatest of them all Patrick Troughton. My favourite Matt Episode surprisinly for me was Day of The Doctor due to it's comic content.

Peter Capaldi is yet to show us HIS Doctor, but I fear the writing may restrain him for showing us his formidable acting ability.
I thank anyone who has managed to read the rambling of the person now referred to as @BestDrWho.

Friday, 6 December 2013

A family Tale

A family tale



The snow built up into drifts on the road leading up Totter’s Gwen’s home, Any gaps in hedges or fences were made more evident by the raised humps that held up mud and leaves in a gesture of penance “I think it’s starting to melt.” Gwen’s father said sniffing the air as he looked down on his daughters  rosy cheeked face staring up at him, and they walked hand in hand heading up the slight incline, in his other hand he held a metal case and that case was getting heavier the further they walked.
The Evening wind had an touch of ice to it, and it was a distinct possibility that the snow melting was wishful thinking on her father’s part and as if to taunt him some snow from an earlier flurry flew upwards encouraged by the bitter north-easterly wind.
Gwen loved the snow; its pure white blanket covered the landscape, tucking in all in its grip for a winters night, this wonderful covering even made the old junk yard look beautiful; with its magical sculptures made from the underlying scrap, some appeared as Monsters reaching out into this alien world wanting it for their own.

Gwen's eyes were drawn to The old yard, as she could see light coming from one of the red bricked sheds, and framed within it's window she saw a shadowy figure  danced as the flames of an open stove flickered in the interior.
“Daddy? Is the old man sleeping in that shed.” Her father followed her gaze and replied, “Oh I very much doubt it Gwen, even with a stove it must be freezing in that big old shed.”
Still walking Gwen snuggled her chin into the collar of her pale blue woollen coat, as she had done the first time she'd worn it, it was wonderfully warm.
“You there!…ah Young man!”
Gwen and her father stopped  in their tracks to face the shed once again, only this time the figure of the old man who's voice they heard for the first time stepped out from the shed door leaving a triangular light to spill from the doorway coating the virgin snow in  Amber.
“Thank you for stopping.” The old man said walking towards them; he held an old oil lantern that Gwen had only seen in the black and white world of television and something in the way the man dressed reminded her of Ebenezer Scrooge.
“I’m looking for my grandaughter, her name's Susan  she's about yay high," he indicated with his free hand, "with short dark hair, you wouldn’t  happen to have seen her by any chance?” The thin faced old man with his long white hair raised both eyebrows and gave out a kind of hum, in his voice as he waited for a response.
“No I’m sorry,” Gwen’s father answered then adding, “we’ve walked the best part of a mile and you’re the first person we’ve seen on this road so far.”

The old man had a firm but kind features, “Oh dear me, this will never do, no, no, this won't do at all, they could come at any moment!”
“They ?” Gwen’s father said now curious as to what this old man worried so clearly about.
“Ah…well ah, thank you again young man,” he looked down at Gwen, her rosy face so reminded him of his daughter as a child, “My you’re a jolly young thing aren’t you,” the old man said with a smile. “Are you the junk yard man?” Gwen said excited to meet the old man she’d only seen fleetingly before, she imagined him to be some kind of wizard, or a mad inventor.

“The ah... Junk!… Oh no my dear I’m just ah…well I’m just visiting,” he looked puzzled as if wondering what to say, “well you both must be cold and needing to get home to the warm, don’t let me keep you any longer.” He turned holding his lantern high straining to see into the darkness.
“Well... Mr Foreman is it?” Gwen’s Father enquired.
“Ah?” said the Old man hesitatingly, “Yes, Yes Mr Foreman quite right.”
“Visiting a junk yard?” asked Gwen, interrupting this awkward moment, her face all scrunched up trying to think why anyone would visit such a place.
The old man turned to face Gwen again, his face once more lit by the smile she gave him, “Oh my dear child, there are many things of use in a junk yard, this discarded scrap,” he gestured with his  hand, “is a virtual treasure trove for the adventurous of mind,” looking to her happy face he added “you love adventure don’t you?” He pondered his eyes still twinkling with a smile in each corner.

Gwen’s father laughed “Oh dear me, don't get her started or she will talk until bedtime, my Gwen and her sister love adventure stories, they ask for tales of imprisoned Princess locked in towers, dragon’s eggs, witches and demons.”
“My Daddy tells the best Stories EVER!!” Gwen squealed with delight.
This made the old man chuckle even more and  looking at Christopher he remarked, “You’re a lucky man, your daughter’s Chaning, quite charming.”
“Oh Thank you, yes my little Gwen is a charmer all right and Sarah, they keep me busy,” he looked at Gwen and winked, “I wouldn’t change it for all the tea in china” he said.
Gwen snuggled up to her father holding him by his leg.
Then old man’s eyes saddened again as he turned once more to leave, “I must press on… things to do, so many things to do.” He walked back through the large open double gates of the yar,. “Bless you both, It was kind of you to stop” The old man said is voice trailing as he retraced his steps.
“This isn’t a night for real introductions, enjoy the rest of your Evening.” And he was soon out of sight.

The moon combined with the reflective properties of the snow gave the night a strange and eerie light and it was possible to see quite a distance but this seemed to be of no assistance to the old man as he looked out, as that same worried look returned to his creased features.

Two miles away Susan was hurrying back to the yard; she was late and knew this would unsettle her grandfather; Teachers at her school were asking too many questions for her liking and she’d walked in circles in case they took it upon themselves to follow her.

 “Daddy ?” “Yes Flossy?” Flossy was one of many nick names Christopher had for his daughter, so named from days of carnivals  where her love for candy floss often resulted in a floss covered face.
“I think the old man has some kind of magic.
“Do you now” Chris chuckled. 
Gwen continued, “yes he looks like Merlin without a beard; I’ve seen Merlin in my book.”
“Well his long Hair is very Merlin like I suppose.”

Sarah lying across her bed had been drawing jumping horses in the condensation forming on the inside of her bedroom window, the legs of the horses now gathering the moisture in drops rained down the pane to form small pools on the window seal.
She could see Gwen and her father walking up the path, so she leapt  from her bed and  headed down stairs to greet them, her bobbed dark hair tussled but looking delightfully sweet dropped strands over her eyes and she blew upward and brushed them aside as she reached the bedroom door.
“Daddy!!” she yelled now running down the stairs as her father and sister stepped into the hall, where Christoper slammed the door with his foot, he then began stamping the last remains of the snow from his boots, Gwen now following by example stamped he feet too, after she stept  on one boot edge as she slid her foot free, then doing the same with the other boot with her free foot.
Chris un-booted turned to face the excited Sarah now at the bottom of the stairs, the red floral carpet of the hallway under her bare feet.
“Did you get it” her eyes wide, eye brows raised, “did you get it Daddy?”
“Hello swot” he said as he knelt to kiss her cheek. He hid the case behind his back.

Earlier that day Christopher munching his strawberry jam cover toast read in the paper of a Jumble sale being held in the hall at St Martin of the fields Church. “Saallmmmahy? There muah bahh in a ale magain."
Sally his wife smirked,"do you think you could say that again in English, my Toastainian is a bit rusty..."
Chris laughing, coughed an apology and swollowing twice replied, "They're having a Jumble sale again, do you think they may have one this time?”
Sally wiping her hands in a tea towel as she turned from the sink said, “well it won’t be too far to look would it and Gwen could use a new coat, that hand me down from Sarah is looking rather ragged.” She sat down close to Chris and looked over the ad in the newspaper, “Take Gwen with you, you know how useless you are at guessing the kids sizes, that hat you bough home for Gwen would fit a medium sized Elephant.”
“Oh really” he chuckled, “well that's as maybe but she loved that hat!”
“Only because her lovely daddy brought it for her and told her it came from a woman who wore it to venture out in the Wild West… Calamity Jane who rode with wild Indians on the dusty plain.”
“Well is certainly looked like it could have  belonged to Calamity Jane, didn’t it?”
Sally hugged her husband “I suppose to a crazy man like you it probably did,” she laughed and kissed his unshaven cheek. “And shave before you go lazy bones.” 
“Ok” he kissed her nose, “I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what may I ask?”
“Doing stuff!... you know stuff!”
“You are definitely crazy man, do you know that?”
“Well it has been said,” he laughed fully now,  body shaking, “Right then! After lunch I’ll take Gwen to the sale.”
“Good, it will do you both good to get out and get some fresh air,” a pause “and shave ……now! Before you forget again.”
“Fine….Fine you task master you.”
“Hop it Mr,” she said slapping his backside as he rose to go.
Sally had an oval face with a cute button nose framed by her wavy dark brown hair. Christopher her husband had a handsome face with a strong and at the moment bristly chin. She loved his green eyes that always seemed to sparkle when he smiled. Sally had Hazel eyes that looked as if they were cast from the stars always shiny bright.
Sarah took after her mother that same cute button nose and pretty face, she was inquisitive and very clever for her 10 years, She is close to her 6 year old sister Gwen.
Gwen with her fair hair, blue green eyes stood out from the rest of the family, as the rest of them all had dark hair, this came from her father's side who also had fair hair as a child, that changed to its now dark colour in adulthood.

Sally told the girls about the sale at Dinner.
“Oh Goody are we taking the train Daddy?” Gwen said as the news was put to her.
“Yes and you can have the window seat.”
“Yayyyyy I love you daddy.
Laughing and tweaking his daughter's cheek he joked, “And I love my little flossy, so I can’t eat her for dinner today can I?” while tickling her belly, that bought the sweetest of chuckles to his ears. “You can’t eat me Daddy I won’t let you” she chuckled some more.

“Am I going too ?”
“No Sarah you have to finish your school project…we don’t call you the swot for nothing you clever thing.”
Sarah looked disappointed then a wonderful thought entered her mind…”Oh My Goodness, will daddy finally get it for me?” she looked lovingly at her father ,“daddy you will won’t you?”
Sally gave Sarah a knowing wink, “lets wait and see shall we.”
“Oh Brilliant” she jumped from her seat and ran round the Kitchen arms out like a plane “I can’t wait, this is going to be the best day EVER!!”
The word EVER was expressed just as Gwen had done while talking to the old man, “That’s a possibility maybe young lady but finish your food before you fly off somewhere.”
“Yes poppet come finish your dinner” her father said still anused at her excitement.
“Oh sorry” said Sarah, she sat next to her father and kissed his cheek, “Thank you daddy.”
“But I haven’t done anything yet Swot!”
“Oh but you will daddy, I know you will.”

The journey on the train in to Town saw Gwen with her nose pressed to the window... she was singing ‘clickitty clack clickitty clack, we ride green dragons down the track.’
A song her father made up when she was tiny, she’s a big girl now she thought but still loved the sound of the tracks playing along to her song.

The snowy landscape was filling her mind with wondrous imaginings and snow Monsters, Gwen was the artist in the family, her mother being freelance writer for a national magazine was very impressed with her talent, even at 6 years old.
At the sale her father spoke to Mrs Pickering a lovely Woman who lived near the flat they used to call home. 
“Oh My Word!! Gwenie your turning into quite the little lady aren’t you?”
Gwen grinned and stood an inch taller.
“My goodness you’ve grown it must be two years now?.”
“Yes it must be at least that Mrs P… How’s Arnold these days, is he still tinkering at his allotment?” said Chris, Pleased to see his old neighbour.
“Oh Deary me no, it’s his back you see, he can barely get about these days bless him, he’s home now by the fire with a good book, he loves his novels our Arnold.”
“Aww that’s a shame his veg was the talk of the town.”
“Yes it was wasn’t it, he’s coping best he can, what more can anyone ask, we all move with the times.”
"That’s true Mrs P, well give him my regards.”
And Gwen put a hand to her mouth and said, "and please give him this," then blew a kiss to Mrs Pickering.”
Mrs P made a gesture in the air to catch it and put it in her handbag, “Oh he will have that as soon as I get home Gwenie.” Mrs P smiled said her goodbyes and best wishes then walked out in to the street.

“Well Gwen mother say’s you need a new coat so let’s see what we can find eh?” he held her hand and they made a meandering path round the stalls.

Gwen squealed! “Look daddy.” she pointed ahead to a stall where clothes hung in racks, “it’s the colour of sky!!”
Chris saw a pal blue woollen coat and instantly knew this was the one for his Gwen.
He bartered with the seller finally agreeing a trade of her old coat as part of the deal, it was a bargain. “Oh I love it daddy.” she said tucking her face down into the warm folds of the collar, “I’m like a sunny day in winter now aren't I daddy!”
“Yes indeed you are Flossy.” he knelt to button up the coat, the deal stuck and Gwen in her new coat now dancing up the aisles between the stalls meant there was only one thing left for Chris to do.

His heart began to sink, he couldn’t see Sarah’s most wished for gift on any of the stalls they passed and they must have seen them all by now, but wait! the last stall in the corner had all kinds of kitchen appliances and electrical goods and there sat on it’s case lid, next to weighing scales and old riding boots was the object oh his daughter's desire, a gleaming Remington Monarch Noiseless Portable typewriter Build in the 40’s this was a gem and better then anything he’d hoped to find. He caught the eye of the seller “How much?” pointing to the Remington.
“Ahww that’s 15 quid mate”
“Good grief that’s a packet isn’t it?” Chris exclaimed.
“It’s a bargain is what it is mate” he looked Chris over, “I’ll tell you what!, I’ll let you have it for 13 if you thrown in your watch.”
“My watch?” Chris looked at his fathers old watch on his wrist, it was gold plated and he knew it was worth a lot more, he hadn’t considered selling it though… it’s only a watch he told himself..
“Look I’ll make you this deal and I’ll not take less then 5 for the watch…. 8 pounds!”
The seller put on a strained you're killing me face, but knowing almost everyone wanted electric typewriters these days, and this relic never got much attention, he also saw the determination in Chris’s eyes and thought why the hell not, he was glad to be rid of the thing really, it weighed a ton and one less object to lug around, “Your going to make me starve mate but you got a deal.” He sighed. 
“Wow! Chris was surprised at how easy that was… Ok so he loses his fathers watch but he knew his dad wouldn't have minded if it was something so splendid it would mean the world to his grandaughter, Sarah needs her typewriter more then you need to tell the time.. He imagine his father saying , Your so right dad, he said to his fathers voice in his head.
“Ok Let's do it.” Chris removed the watch and taking one last look handed it over, plus a fiver, two ten shilling notes and two one pound notes.
“You got a Bargain there mate!”
“Yes ….yes I know.”
The seller shook the watch and put it to his ear, “Lovely.” he said.

Chris knelling kissed Sarah and produced the case containing the machine of her dreams.
“Oh daddy……Oh daddy I love you, it’s beautiful!” She said as she opened the case, Sarah then tapped a key and heard a satisfying click… I’m going write a book with you.” She told it.

Sally stood beaming at her husband, she heard the excited stomping of Sarah’s feet coming down the stairs and leaned in the doorway to the lounge. “I see you got one then!”
“Oh Yes a Remington too just like she wanted.”
Sarah took the typewriter which was far heavier then she imagined. It would take pride of place on her desk, “Thank you daddy….thank you Mummy, I’m so happy I could burst!”
“Well don’t burst on my carpet young lady, people parts are so hard to remove from a carpet.”
“Oh Mummy!” she replied in mock scorn and headed to her bedroom grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland…
“Sis I’m going to write my first story for you….Oh and you look smashing in your coat!”
Gwen put a finger to her chin and with a curtsy said “Why thank you my lady.” She was beaming with pride.
"Ah..Sarah?" Chris said to his rapidly fleeing daughter.. "You might need this pack of writing paper too!"
As he said this he opened a draw in the hall stand and took out the paper pack, he'd put aside for this very day.

Sarah shouted back as she reached the top of the stairs, "I'll be right back for that Daddy, how silly of me to forget." She laughed and disappeared into her bedroom.

Sally Hugged her husband close and said "And don't think I've not noticed your watch is missing, your father gave you that on your 21st."
"All I know Sal is that my father would have traded his own watch to see his grandaughter so happy." "Yes, indeed he would" she hugged him tighter and kissed his till unshaven cheek, "And I thought I told you to shave Mr!"
"Ah well...I guess I got too distracted by my mission." he laughed, "You know I still have the fob watch my father gave me.. I think I'll use that, it will make me look quite distinguished, like a real Gent." chirp Chris still smiling .
"A Gent Eh? Well what do you think of that Gwen? Daddy a Gent?"
Gwen looked up at them both and smiling said, "Daddy is too silly to be a Gent isn't he Mummy." "Yes my dear, and with that bristle far to scruffy."
"Hey a bit harsh you two," He said still laughing. "OK bossy boots I'll shave now."
"You make sure you do....Gwen go see to it he does OK?"
"Yes Mummy."

Back at 76 Totter’s Lane Ian and Barbara, Susan’s worried teachers enter the shed, “She came in here I know she did.”
“I can’t see a thing” Barbara said.
“Well someone’s been here the stove is still hot!”
“Well strike a match!” Barbara suggested.
“I haven't got any. Oh, never mind.” Ian answered.
“Susan?” Barbara called into the darkness
“Susan? Susan? Susan! Susan. It’s Mister Chesterton and Miss Wright! She can't have got out without us seeing her.” Ian said into the gloom.

"look at this!.” Barbara exclaimed.
“It's a police box! What on Earth is it doing here? These things are usually on the street... Feel it. Do you feel it?” Ian asked.

“There's a faint vibration.” Barbara answered, with her hand on the door panel.
“It's alive!” Ian said walking round it, “It's not connected to anything, unless it's through the floor.” He observed with what little light the moon provided through the dusty windows.
“Look, I've had enough. Let's go and find a policeman.” said Barbara
“Yes, all right.” Then they both froze as someone close coughed.
“Is that her?” Barbara said feeling scared now.
“That's not her. Quick!” They hid as a old man in Astrakhan hat and a long scarf enters the shed. He walked directly to the police box and put a key in the lock.
“There you are, Grandfather.” Susan said from within the police box as the door opened.

“Susan at last, you had me worried.”
“Sorry grandfather, two Teachers at the school are asking awkward questions.”
“Ah yes my dear I feared as much, we can’t afford anymore mistakes, losing your parents is testament to that." The old mans eyes glazed over at the memory of losing his daughter and Susan’s father but the current situation prompted him to say, “I’ve repaired as much of the system as can be managed with the primitive resources available, alas we must wait a little longer for some of the circuits to adapt to the new configuration.”
“Yes grandfather, can I help?”
“No…no my dear beggars can’t be choosers I’ve done all that can be done for now.” a smile twinkled in his eyes as he said “I’ve baked you a fruit cake!”
“Oh wonderful grandfather but my birthday's weeks away I can wait for now.”
“No, no, no…. my dear girl your quite wrong, it can’t wait, I’ve put together some of your favourite cheeses, crackers, oat biscuits…Oh and Pickled Onions, it’s a veritable feast!!”
Susan held her grandfather’s arm and giggled and said “Fine, thank you Grandfather Lead the way to this scrupulous feast.”
“It's Susan.” Barbara whispered.
“Shush!” Ian motioned as he knocked, No one replied so he knocked as loud as he could manage on the Police Box door. The old man reappeared at the door, “What are you doing here?”
“We're looking for a young girl.”
“Good evening” Barbara now stepped out to stand beside Ian.

“What do you want... Hmm?” the old man looked annoyed at their intrusion into his privacy.
“One of our pupils, Susan Foreman, came into this yard.”
“Really? In here? Are you sure?” The old man said eye brows arched.
“Yes, we saw her from across the street.” The Doctor realised they were not the police but the teachers that asked awkward questions.
“Why were you spying on her? Who are you?”

“We heard a young girl's voice call out to you.” Barbara mentioned.
“Your hearing must be very acute. I didn't hear anything.”
“Now look here” Ian said sternly as he pushed passed the old man into the Police Box followed closely by Barbara.
“How very rude of you young man, how dare you pry into matters that are none of your concern.”
“Oh ….No Grandfather these are my teachers!”
“Well that’s no reason for them to push their way into the Tardis is it?”
Both teachers stared open mouthed at what was just impossible.
“But this is a Police Box! I walked all round it there isn’t  any rooms attached to it.”

The Doctor walked over to the console and shut the doors.
Looking round Ian shouted “wait! What are you doing let us out at once!”
“Oh let them go Grandfather they won’t tell anyone, who would believe them?”
“Don’t be ridiculous my dear girl, of course they will tell the authorities, won’t you …Hum” The Doctor said looking at them both.
Barbara now very scared said “Look you can’t keep us here, people will come looking for us”
“Yes I realised that as soon as you both nosed your way into here, let it be a lesson to you both to keep for curious nature in check in future.”

“Grandfather you can’t hold them, you must let them go”
“It’s far too late for that my dear we must leave.”
“No Grandfather we discussed this I won’t leave the 20th century, I want to stay here, let me go with them, I’ll make sure they  keep your secret”
“No… I can’t risk it, we lost your parents trusting others.” The Doctor set his jaw firm. Susan realised he would never trust these strangers.
“It’s alright Barbara if he won’t open the door for us I’ll do it, I saw him touch a switch on the panel over here” Ian said reassuringly as he walked round the other side of the console.
“Don’t touch it! Susan warned, “You don’t understand The Tardis is alive!.”
“Nonsense” Ian answered, he touched the switch he believed the old man used and jumped back instantly as an electric shock surged through his hand, the pain went right up his arm, at first he couldn’t move it, but painfully he managed to move it up and down. “You’re insane let us out……at once, do you hear?”

“So you want to leave with them do you Susan? Well in that case I better let you all go hadn’t I?” “Are you leaving with us Susan?” asked Barbara.
The Doctor walked to the console but instead of opening the doors he set the Tardis time rotor in motion.
“No Grandfather!!” Susan screamed …….
“You left me no alternative, child.”

In the Shed the dust and covers blew as the wheezing screech of the Tardis reached a point where it simply vanished...only a falling dust cover showed anything was there at all.


Many years had past since Sarah’s happy childhood, and she stood at the gateway to her old family home, the freash snow a reminder of the happy day her father returned home with her beloved typewriter.
It was still home to her mother but her father had died in a accident on the M4 in the 90’s, while attempting to free a driver from their car after a collision, the vehicle was then struck from behind by a transit van.
Sarah missed him dearly as did many of the fans who loved his books, her sister Gwen became the artist she always dreamed She'd be, joining The Disney group in the late 70’s and she was now heavily involved in CGI animation. Like her father she too now had dark hair.
There Mother bless her was an advocate of growing old gracefully and never took to dyeing her hair, which was now white as the snow Sarah stood on, but she was still as beautiful as ever. Sarah sighed but it was a happy sigh as the memories came flooding back.

closing her eyes she imagined her fathers arm round her shoulder..with him saying "I'm proud of you swot, you have had the most marvellous adventures."

Then from behind her came a Familiar voice, she froze at the sound of his dulcet tones, not daring to look round. “Hello Sarah Jane.” he said.