Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

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Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES Suddenly a piercing whine rent the air, and blistering waves of heat made the air shimmer. Then the ground began to shake. ‘Too late!’ the Brigadier cried. ‘Down!’ All of the soldiers flung themselves down to the ground at the Brigadier’s order. A split-second after, there was a blinding white light and the wax museum disintegrated in the force and sound of a tremendous detonation. Thick black smoke and charred debris darkened the air and sky above… Smith. Doctor John Smith…I’ve lost my memory…What do you think of my new face…Oh no, that’s me at all…A deal. There’s always a deal…I not only admit my interference, I’m proud of it…They’re my own people…You see, I’m not the cold-hearted villain you suppose me to be. My motives are purely peaceful…We are two of a kind. We were both… The Doctor awoke within oppressive darkness. What had he been dreaming; the words had almost pierced the veil. We were both…It was gone. ‘There’s no trace of either the Doctor or Miss Shaw, Brigadier,’ Private Thompson said, his face and uniform blackened with soot and ash. Flanked by Benton and Yates, the Brigadier stood with arms folded at the centre of what remained of the wax museum, which was little more than a scorched pit thirty meters wide, strewn with burnt fragments of wood, fabric and mortar. ‘Until you find something that confirms the Doctor and Miss Shaw are alive or not, Private, you will continue the search. Is that understood’ PAGE 20
Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES ‘Yes, sir,’ Thompson said as he rejoined the other troops. The Brigadier watched as the young man departed. He knew he was venting his frustration on his men, but that was the best emotion he could afford to show at the moment. Inside, he was furious with himself for not keeping as close a watch on the Doctor as he ought; now, because of his negligence, two people – one a valued friend - may have been lost forever. At that moment, Private Thompson’s voice called out for the Brigadier. He had something to show him. Several seconds later, after the Brigadier, Benton and Yates had traversed the rubble covered terrain, they gathered around a spot of ground Thompson had discovered: a long, rectangular patch of earth untouched by the explosion. ‘You see, sir,’ Thompson explained, ‘it may not be much in itself, but it’s the only place in the blast zone that doesn’t look like it’s part of a blast zone. And that’s another thing: obviously there was an object, maybe some kind of box standing here. But where’s its debris’ ‘Wait a minute,’ Benton said as a realisation dawned on him. ‘Sir,’ he said, addressing the Brigadier, ‘When you and I came into the museum, I saw the Doctor talking to the owner of the place, the…the…’ ‘The curator,’ Yates interjected with a slight hint of exasperation in his voice. ‘Right, that bloke. Anyway, they were standing in front of a big green box. Metal, I think, and there was some kind of door open on one side of the box, too.’ ‘Corporal Benton may be onto something, sir; the last I saw of Miss Shaw was of her running in the Doctor’s direction, towards that green box,’ Yates said, his expression even yet alert. ‘And the Doc didn’t look too happy talking to the old bloke,’ Benton muttered with sincere concern. PAGE 21
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