Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES
‘This is not the key to the TARDIS, Doctor.’
‘No Good grief. Let me see.’
The Master held out his hand with the key in his palm. The Doctor looked for only a
moment before answering,
‘Oh, you’re right. It’s just the key to the roadster I borrowed. How silly of me – here,
I’ll take it back – HAI!’
The Doctor gripped the Master’s hand and with a sweeping motion of his arm flung
him down to the floor in a heap.
‘A Venusian vertical thrust. I haven’t forgotten that!’
Leaving the Master senseless on the floor, the Doctor then spun around and hurried
back through the SIDRAT’s still-open passageway. He crossed the threshold, rushed to the
console, and began activating the systems he had scrutinised while he had taken extra time to
put on his cloak. He needed to find a life-form detector, where was it He knew the Master
would recover from his fall within moments; he had to act quickly. The Doctor’s eyes
fastened upon a translucent convex panel pulsing with soft light upon one of the console’s
panels. Somehow, he knew what this was: a telepathic circuit. Could he risk mental contact
with an unknown machine, especially one belonging to a person he instinctively distrusted
But he had to find Liz within an unfamiliar ship, and a telepathic trace would be the quickest
means to find her, so whose safety was more important: his friend’s or his own
The Doctor chose the former and placed his hands upon the circuits and his mind
stretched and shredded, the darkness hiding his deeper thoughts burnt and boiled away just
as he heard footsteps and saw a man’s shadow fall upon him and the console from behind:
the Master, shouting
‘Doctor!’
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