Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES
primitive facilities available to me destroyed my base of operations. On a more positive note,
however, exposure to the nuclear radiation somehow healed my body, and restored me
completely. Unfortunately, I was captured thereafter.’
‘But now you’re out again, eager to trace my movements.’
‘Well, I felt I should pay you a visit.’
‘And kill me, of course.’
‘Oh, naturally, Doctor. Your interference in the War Games may have served to
intensify my pursuit against you, but my interests in engineering your destruction had been
left unsatisfied long before you and your dreary TARDIS ever arrived on that worthless
world. In a way, I’m actually glad you came there. You restored unto me the most satisfying
purpose in my life.’
The Doctor stood, keeping his hands upon the console behind him for support.
‘You know, for someone with such simple goals, you really have an overly-complex
way of achieving them. I mean, if you’d wanted to kill me it would have been far better just
to have done so in the wax museum.’
‘True, but I needed your TARDIS; this SIDRAT has cheated death for far too long.’
‘But you haven’t got my TARDIS, have you And killing me now, in the heart of
UNIT HQ, will only get you the close attention of an entire army. Did I tell you I’m their
Scientific Advisor The Brigadier would demand a confession from you in triplicate.’
The Master smiled and reached into his pocket.
‘How fortunate I have your TARDIS as a means of escape.’
‘Are you deaf as well as thick,’ the Doctor said incredulously. ‘You haven’t got the
key.’
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