Doctor Who: Veiled Memories - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: VEILED MEMORIES
from the machine’s cold remains. The Doctor slowly walked over to the metal carcass, stared
at it sadly and shook his head.
‘The poor fool.’
‘’Ah, good morning, Doctor.’
The Brigadier strolled into the Doctor’s laboratory the next day, looking fresh and
cheerful. The Doctor was standing on the spot where the SIDRAT had decomposed, a
blank expression on his face.
‘Morning, Brigadier,’ he muttered.
‘How’s Miss Shaw’s recovery coming’
‘She was exposed to a moderate amount of the radiation in that machine, but she’ll
be fine. Time, in this case, is the literal cure.’
‘And you How are you getting on’ The Doctor had been rather withdrawn since
his return, as if he had lost something. The Doctor looked at the Brigadier and smiled.
‘I, Brigadier, had better be getting on with my work. Much as I appreciate your
world’s hospitality, I intend to leave as quickly as possible.’
The Doctor walked over to the nearest table and began calibrating his instruments.
The Brigadier smiled in admiration at the strange alien before him, and turned to leave,
before one last thought came to him.
‘Oh, by the way: who was that man who kidnapped yourself and Miss Shaw – what
was it she called him…the Master’
Without turning around, the Doctor said,
‘Oh, don’t worry about him, Brigadier. We’ve seen the end of him.’
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