Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES
‘Oh, how very kind of you,’ the Doctor said as he plucked the clipboard from Yates’
hands, studying its contents as he wandered the room, muttering the word ‘Fascinating’ now
and then. Watching the Doctor meander, Liz smirked and stepped near Yates.
‘If you ever get that clipboard back, you might want to make sure your rank’s not on
the discard list.’
Even as Yates shot Liz a dumbfounded expression, she began to wander herself,
scanning her eyes over the several open crates and boxes filled with various objects and
perfectly life-like mannequins – like corpses stuffed in metal coffins. Disturbed at the image,
Liz turned away from the crates and stepped back in surprise as she came face-to-face with
the curator. He smiled down at her.
‘Young lady, you seem uneasy.’
‘Is it that obvious I’ve never liked a mannequin, that’s all – they’re too much like
people.’
Liz studied the curator for a moment.
‘You, on the other hand, seem quite at ease with all that’s going on here. Aren’t you
at all angry the military’s barged into your business’
The curator chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing.
‘I have many other pursuits which occupy my time while they search.’
‘Well, I’m surprised they’re letting you stay here at all.’
‘I let persuasion be my guide. But now, young lady, perhaps you can assist me: I
wonder if you would be so kind as to take this object and place it amongst the crates I’d
take it myself, but I have an important matter to undertake.’
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