Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES
‘And all this happening right after the Autons invaded…’ the Brigadier muttered, a
plan of action forming in his mind. ‘Benton, Yates, come with me. Thompson, continue the
search.’
With Benton and Yates at his side, the Brigadier turned around and walked out the
blast area, past the charred remains of the red roadster he had promised to return to its
owner (one emergency at a time), and stopped at the UNIT jeep which he had driven to the
museum.
‘What are we gonna do, sir’ Benton asked as the Brigadier opened the jeep’s door
and sat in the passenger seat.
‘You, Corporal, are going to drive me back to UNIT HQ. And from there, we’re
going to launch a full-scale search for the Doctor and Miss Shaw. If the Nestenes, or
whoever might be in league with them, have them, we’ll search them out!’
‘Are you awake, Doctor’ the curator’s voice spoke, echoing in the darkness.
‘Since I can hear you, obviously,’ the Doctor replied. He was lying on his back upon
what felt like a smooth metal surface. The curator’s voice spoke once more.
‘I see your sarcasm is sharper this time around. Good. I always enjoy our exchanges.’
‘Look, why don’t you come out and end the theatrics; it’s a far more efficient means
of communication.’
A bright white light activated over the Doctor’s head. He blinked once and as his
eyes adjusted to the sudden illumination, he discovered he was lying in a large square room;
every surface was grey, smooth and reflective without any discernible means of entry. Or
escape. The Doctor stood and reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a small, wand-
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