Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES
‘No matter, Doctor,’ the man who had been the curator said evenly, although his
eyes betrayed a measure of disappointment in the Doctor’s lack of recognition. ‘Allow me to
introduce myself. I am the Master, and I am…your friend.’
‘I should never have joined UNIT,’ Liz grumbled as she sat up from the floor where she had
lain. Her head throbbed with dull pain as she rubbed her temples with her forefingers. She
stood and examined her surroundings; she was inside a large metal-walled room filled with
strange hanging curtains attached to the ceiling. Upon closer examination of the curtains, Liz
discovered they were filled with finely woven circuitry.
This is incredible technology, far beyond current Earth development. But the size of this room…it’s
so much big. It’s too big. Where am I
She remembered being dragged by the curator into a green metal box, following after
the Doctor. The door they had passed through had shut behind them; the lights had gone
out. Then there had been the sound of a man’s voice, telling her to relax and listen carefully
when he would speak his name to her, and then there as a rush of acrid-smelling air as she
had lost consciousness.
It must have been some kind of anaesthetic, Liz concluded, perhaps triggered when the doorway
shut behind us. But why is this happening Who is this curator And what does he have to do with the
Doctor
Liz glanced over at the circuitry-sewn curtains once more, and noticed that the
material inside was glowing with a bright yet diffuse light. Liz also noticed the temperature in
the room was rising…
‘It’s just like my TARDIS!’
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