Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor
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THE WOUNDED EARTH<br />
Chris McKeon
Chris McKeon<br />
DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH<br />
Copyright © Chris McKeon 2010<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong> <strong>Who</strong>’ series copyright © BBC Enterprises 1963<br />
No copyright infringement is intended<br />
Chris McKeon has asserted his right under sections 77 and 78 <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Copyright,<br />
Designs and Patents Act, 1988 to be identified as <strong>the</strong> author <strong>of</strong> this work<br />
This is a 100% un<strong>of</strong>ficial, not-for-pr<strong>of</strong>it, fan publication<br />
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PREVIOUSLY IN DOCTOR WHO…<br />
In <strong>the</strong> incident <strong>of</strong> Broken Sky, a time storm created by <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s interference on Skaro at<br />
<strong>the</strong> conclusion <strong>of</strong> Genesis <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Daleks allowed <strong>the</strong> Master to partially re-create his Dalekdominant<br />
timeline from <strong>The</strong> Final Game, albeit without <strong>the</strong> Daleks and without any life in <strong>the</strong><br />
cosmos. <strong>The</strong> Master’s plan to use <strong>the</strong> Fractures, a mutant human/glass-men race <strong>of</strong> his own<br />
design, to invade <strong>the</strong> empty universe before <strong>the</strong> passing time storm restored <strong>the</strong> timeline was<br />
thwarted by <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, who severed <strong>the</strong> villain’s connection to his TARDIS, and <strong>the</strong>refore<br />
his manipulation <strong>of</strong> time. <strong>The</strong> Master, already physically weakened after <strong>the</strong> loss <strong>of</strong> his final<br />
regeneration at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>The</strong> Final Game, was fur<strong>the</strong>r ravaged by <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s interference,<br />
and set out to seize ever greater sources <strong>of</strong> power before his condition wore too ill…<br />
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JOHN BENTON’S RESIDENCE, HILSEY HALT, GLOUCHESTERSHIRE, 7TH JANUARY 2008<br />
GENERAL SIR ALISTAIR GORDON LETHBRIDGE-STEWART WAS SEVENTY-NINE YEARS<br />
old and forever known by friends as ‘<strong>the</strong> Brigadier.’ He sat on a s<strong>of</strong>t-cushioned white and<br />
green striped s<strong>of</strong>a wearing a tailored tweed suit, newly laundered white shirt, blue waistcoat,<br />
holly-green tie, black lea<strong>the</strong>r shoes, and a contented smile. He sipped some cocoa from a<br />
small periwinkle ceramic cup. <strong>The</strong> fresh-from-<strong>the</strong>-kettle liquid was enjoyably warm and<br />
served with cream; and as <strong>the</strong> cocoa passed his lips he relaxed to think <strong>of</strong> his friends.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y surrounded him at that moment; many had <strong>the</strong>ir own cups <strong>of</strong> morning cocoa,<br />
and all were welcome and happy. Lethbridge-Stewart was pleased to see so many familiar<br />
and frankly illustrious faces present: Brigadier Mike Yates, for once looking unencumbered<br />
with duty, out <strong>of</strong> uniform, and dressed in a smart charcoal-grey suit; Commodore Harry<br />
Sullivan, who had only recently resurfaced from under <strong>the</strong> secrecy <strong>of</strong> NATO; Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Sir<br />
Stuart Ian Hyde, visiting from his own university in St. Petersburg and looking only half his<br />
calendar age; Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Ruth Ingram, who was taking time out <strong>of</strong> a lecture circuit in France<br />
to attend <strong>the</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>ring; <strong>Doctor</strong> Elizabeth Shaw, still alive and formidable even after all her<br />
health traumas in recent years; Paul Kairos and Arlene Cole-Kairos, cradling <strong>the</strong>ir newborn<br />
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daughter Christina to <strong>the</strong> delight and congratulations <strong>of</strong> everyone; Mrs. Jo Jones, back in <strong>the</strong><br />
UK for <strong>the</strong> first time in ages following her separation and eventual reunion with her<br />
ecologist husband; and Miss Melanie Bush, <strong>the</strong> young, chipper red-head whom Sir Alistair<br />
had first met in a dungeon almost nineteen years before. He supposed <strong>the</strong>re were stranger<br />
ways to meet people, even time-travellers.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were all <strong>the</strong> guests for <strong>the</strong> birthday celebration <strong>of</strong> John Benton, a Colonel in<br />
UNIT, a valiant veteran soldier, and a beloved friend. But for all <strong>the</strong> affection Lethbridge-<br />
Stewart felt for Benton and his guests, <strong>the</strong>re were two o<strong>the</strong>rs present for whom he reserved<br />
extra special warmth: Sarah Jane Smith and, <strong>of</strong> course, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. <strong>The</strong>y sat on ei<strong>the</strong>r side <strong>of</strong><br />
Lethbridge-Stewart upon <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a. Sarah Jane wore a brown lea<strong>the</strong>r jacket, dark slacks, a<br />
navy blue jumper, and was positively beaming to be with so many old friends once more.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> (whom Lethbridge-Stewart believed to be <strong>the</strong> sixth version) was clad in his<br />
outrageously brilliant ensemble <strong>of</strong> a multi-coloured coat, sea-green cravat, blue-white frescopatterned<br />
waistcoat, yellow and black-striped trousers, and green loafers with purple spats.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Time Lord’s countenance, however, was far less vibrant; in fact, he was positively<br />
subdued, although Lethbridge-Stewart could hardly blame him. According to Benton, <strong>the</strong><br />
previous day had been an absolutely nightmarish ordeal for <strong>the</strong> Time Lord, and if all <strong>the</strong><br />
details were true his old friend would be a long time in recovering. Sir Alistair glanced at <strong>the</strong><br />
blond-curled, careworn face <strong>of</strong> his old friend, and wished he could do something to cheer his<br />
spirits.<br />
‘Gripped in deep thoughts, Brigadier’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> said with a sad smile as he turned<br />
his head to meet Lethbridge-Stewart’s gaze.<br />
‘No deeper than usual, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I’m just wondering what’s on your mind.’<br />
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‘Oh, <strong>the</strong> future, <strong>the</strong> present, those sorts <strong>of</strong> things. But mostly, I’m thinking <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
past when times were simpler, when innocence was still to be found.’<br />
‘Yes, I imagine <strong>the</strong> past <strong>of</strong>ten looks that way, once you gaze back. Although yours is<br />
quite a unique past, <strong>Doctor</strong>. But don’t let me intrude on your privacy.’<br />
‘Actually, Brigadier, I’m thinking <strong>of</strong> a past we share, a time we both experienced.’<br />
‘Oh really When was this’<br />
‘It was just before your retirement; that time we faced <strong>the</strong> Master in Antarctica.’<br />
‘Oh, yes. How could I forget that terrible experience Heaven knows I’ve tried.’<br />
‘Yes. Some memories are best left forgotten.’<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> two friends sat drinking <strong>the</strong>ir cocoa and staring out through <strong>the</strong> living<br />
room window at <strong>the</strong> pale earth suffering from winter’s disease, Lethbridge-Stewart felt <strong>the</strong><br />
dark memories <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> past rustle and revive…<br />
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THE BRIGADIER’S MEMORY<br />
UNIT HQ SECURITY COUNCIL, GENEVA, 28TH MAY 1976<br />
BRIGADIER ALISTAIR GORDON LETHBRIDGE-STEWART THOUGHT OF RETIREMENT. H-<br />
e paced <strong>the</strong> perimeter <strong>of</strong> his temporary <strong>of</strong>fice at UNIT Central HQ in Geneva, Switzerland,<br />
and pondered upon <strong>the</strong> idea. Thinking on his feet had become a habitual custom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Brigadier during periods <strong>of</strong> rest in order to keep his thoughts active and running, and yet <strong>of</strong><br />
late his thoughts had <strong>of</strong>ten turned towards stopping. How could it be – He was a lifelong<br />
solider from a family <strong>of</strong> servicemen stretching back generations. His own service to Queen<br />
and Country had been notable and unique: as head <strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> British arm <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> United<br />
Nations Intelligence Taskforce for more than a decade, he had personally led Her Majesty’s<br />
best troops in combat against many forces <strong>of</strong> domestic and extraterrestrial origin to protect<br />
<strong>the</strong> safety <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> entire world, and beyond. His career experience was both laudable and<br />
unforgettable, and yet more and more he thought <strong>of</strong> leaving it all behind.<br />
Perhaps doing so would be a blessing in disguise, considering <strong>the</strong> personal sacrifices<br />
he had been forced to make to honour <strong>the</strong> silence <strong>of</strong> his duty: his marriage, his wife Fiona,<br />
and dear Kate, <strong>the</strong> daughter she had taken with her. Families. How strong were <strong>the</strong> ties that<br />
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bound <strong>the</strong>m, in life and death, and how painful it was to break those ties, as love turned<br />
cold. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier saw <strong>the</strong> faces <strong>of</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>rs and mo<strong>the</strong>rs, bro<strong>the</strong>rs and sisters, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> brave<br />
men who had died under his command, under his supposed care. How <strong>of</strong>ten had he seen <strong>the</strong><br />
gambit <strong>of</strong> human suffering scarring <strong>the</strong> faces <strong>of</strong> families he had helped to tear apart, and<br />
how <strong>of</strong>ten had those faces accused him <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir loss with <strong>the</strong> knowledge that he could not<br />
even tell <strong>the</strong>m how or why <strong>the</strong>ir loved-ones had died. <strong>The</strong> secrets <strong>of</strong> a soldier’s life masked<br />
even his death in mystery. Lethbridge-Stewart paused his pacing and felt his eyelids hood his<br />
vision.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier halted his pace and stood before his <strong>of</strong>fice window. He tugged at <strong>the</strong><br />
venetian blinds and exposed <strong>the</strong> view <strong>of</strong> Lake Geneva. <strong>The</strong> lake’s long grey expanse<br />
shimmered slightly in <strong>the</strong> summer sun. <strong>The</strong> shoreline was hedged with beautifully-tended<br />
gardens and far <strong>of</strong>f in <strong>the</strong> distance were <strong>the</strong> snow-capped tips <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Alps. <strong>The</strong> land outside<br />
was a vision, but for all its elegance <strong>the</strong> sight made him feel distant, and old. How old<br />
Of course he knew <strong>the</strong> answer: this year would see him turn forty-eight, a span <strong>of</strong><br />
years far longer than many <strong>of</strong> his fellow soldiers’ lifetimes and well beyond <strong>the</strong> average<br />
lifespan <strong>of</strong> a soldier engaged in UNIT’s service. At least that service had been rightly <strong>of</strong>fered<br />
and freely given, as he had always done in his life. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier’s mind loosened on <strong>the</strong><br />
present and drifted back to his youth during <strong>the</strong> early days <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Blitz. At fourteen, he had<br />
been gripped with <strong>the</strong> family zeal to serve his country against <strong>the</strong> rushing forces <strong>of</strong> Hitler<br />
and <strong>the</strong> Nazis, but his youth had prevented conventional entry into <strong>the</strong> Army. Fortunately<br />
<strong>the</strong> Lethbridge-Stewart clan had much military and government influence and his<br />
grandfa<strong>the</strong>r had managed to tug a few strings tight enough to gain <strong>the</strong> young Alistair<br />
entrance. His early-grown stature and efficient family education had even helped him attain<br />
<strong>the</strong> rank <strong>of</strong> Second Lieutenant by <strong>the</strong> age <strong>of</strong> sixteen, although he regrettably had been forced<br />
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to add some years to his true age in order to maintain <strong>the</strong> appearance <strong>of</strong> a seasoned <strong>of</strong>ficer.<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart’s lips twitched in faint amusement as he recollected his adolescent<br />
deception; he was perhaps <strong>the</strong> only person he knew who had managed to celebrate his<br />
twenty-first birthday twice.<br />
But that was more than thirty years ago, over three decades brimming with all <strong>the</strong><br />
tragedy, horror, brutality, and senseless destruction <strong>of</strong> life and liberty by monsters no one<br />
would dare tell stories about. Those beasts trundled through his mind like a nightmarish<br />
parade: Yeti, Cybermen, Autons, Silurians, Alien Ambassadors, Primal Beasts, Eocene<br />
hybrids, Waro, mind parasites, Hades, Axons, Daemons, Daleks, <strong>the</strong> Ragman, Kronos,<br />
Omega and his Gel Guards and that horrendous Ergon, Gaderene, BOSS and its Giant<br />
Maggots, C<strong>of</strong>fin-Loaders, Sontarans, real living Dinosaurs, <strong>the</strong> Gargan, N-Forms, <strong>the</strong> Skang,<br />
Giant Spiders, <strong>the</strong> Giant Robot, and worst <strong>of</strong> all, <strong>the</strong> Master. <strong>The</strong> knowledge that <strong>the</strong> king<br />
devil was still alive and at large somewhere in <strong>the</strong> universe was <strong>the</strong> one fact <strong>the</strong> Brigadier<br />
counted as <strong>the</strong> greatest lapse in his protective duty. But <strong>the</strong>n he thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Zygons and<br />
<strong>the</strong> bullets which could kill <strong>the</strong>m, and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier knew <strong>the</strong> Master’s day <strong>of</strong> reckoning<br />
would come eventually, at least as long as he lived. And <strong>of</strong> course as long as <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was<br />
out <strong>the</strong>re. But where was he now, when he was needed once more<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart walked to his door, opened it, and strolled through <strong>the</strong><br />
passageway connecting <strong>the</strong> main <strong>of</strong>fices <strong>of</strong> UNIT’s Geneva staff. He knocked on <strong>the</strong> third<br />
door to his right and entered <strong>the</strong> room beyond. At a well-varnished wooden desk sat John<br />
Benton, newly promoted to <strong>the</strong> rank <strong>of</strong> Second Lieutenant. Benton was carefully combing<br />
through a thick stack <strong>of</strong> paper work occupying <strong>the</strong> centre <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> desk, one <strong>of</strong> his many new<br />
duties as a commissioned <strong>of</strong>ficer. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier looked on his faithful fellow-servant for a<br />
moment with pride and <strong>the</strong>n spoke.<br />
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‘Any word, Benton’<br />
Benton started from his paper-trail focus, nearly knocking <strong>the</strong> top sheets from <strong>the</strong><br />
stack, and <strong>the</strong>n stood at attention. He glanced over at <strong>the</strong> space-time telegraph gifted to<br />
UNIT from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, which <strong>the</strong> Brigadier had brought along to Geneva in case <strong>of</strong><br />
emergency. He met his commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer expectant gaze and shook his head.<br />
‘I’m afraid not, sir. <strong>The</strong>re hasn’t been so much as a whisper from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘Oh. Well, we’ll just have to keep waiting <strong>the</strong>n.’<br />
‘Sir, it’s been weeks since I sent <strong>the</strong> signal on <strong>the</strong> telegraph and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s visiting<br />
less and less <strong>the</strong>se days. I mean, his box is working again, isn’t it He can come and go as he<br />
pleases and it’s not like he has to come back. Do you think he’ll even come’<br />
‘Mr. Benton, after <strong>the</strong>se years <strong>of</strong> knowing <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, I can only say that when he<br />
finds <strong>the</strong> time, he’ll come. We can only hope for <strong>the</strong> best. After all, good things come -’<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart paused mid-platitude as a loud, droning howl shook <strong>the</strong> air and a<br />
tall, dark blue and battered wooden Police Box focused into view and solidified into reality<br />
with a solid thump. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier permitted himself a pleased smile and he finished his<br />
statement: ‘– to those who wait.’<br />
One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> long wood-panelled double doors <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS creaked open and <strong>the</strong><br />
tall, lean shape <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, his woodmoss-green floppy hat covering his curled dark hair<br />
and multi-coloured scarf encircling his neck and shoulders, emerged. He was clad in a light<br />
grey great coat with chocolate velvet patches on <strong>the</strong> upper lapels, elbows, and around <strong>the</strong><br />
cuffs. Beneath <strong>the</strong> coat he sported a white shirt, a dark red cravat, and a wheat hued<br />
waistcoat with dark vertical and horizontal stripes. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s light grey trousers perfectly<br />
matched his coat, and with his dark boots completing <strong>the</strong> ensemble, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> looked ever<br />
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<strong>the</strong> ready wanderer; and his expression betrayed every desire to return to those far-flung<br />
travels.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier moved forward to greet his old friend, but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s first words<br />
were less than a warm recognition.<br />
‘Shouldn’t you be in Geneva’<br />
‘Actually, <strong>Doctor</strong>, I am in Geneva, on special assignment. Welcome to UNIT<br />
Command.’<br />
‘We’re in Geneva And you’re on special assignment At UNIT Command’ <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> suddenly turned around and leaned back through <strong>the</strong> open door <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS.<br />
‘We’re in Geneva, Sarah.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned and peered out a large window onto<br />
<strong>the</strong> sun-covered city beneath a cloudless sky. He spun around and leaned back into <strong>the</strong><br />
TARDIS. ‘Never mind <strong>the</strong> parka.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned back to <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and continued<br />
speaking.<br />
‘I don’t like it, Brigadier. I can’t stand having my travels interrupted with your<br />
incessant need to call me back whenever you’ve lost a case <strong>of</strong> bullets.’<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, I assure you, I haven’t summoned you here without a good reason -’<br />
‘‘A good reason’ You obviously had no reason to be around when I could have used<br />
you during <strong>the</strong> Kraal invasion, or <strong>the</strong> Krynoid infestation. I sounded like a fool asking for<br />
your whereabouts over and over again.’<br />
‘Now, <strong>Doctor</strong>, during my absence I deputised <strong>the</strong> finest <strong>of</strong>ficers to stand at <strong>the</strong> ready<br />
to assist you.’<br />
‘Deputised! I never like to work with deputies; I had enough <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m at Tombstone.<br />
Anyway, even with <strong>the</strong> best equipment your deputies were anything but useful. And I even<br />
think Mr. Benton may have lost his life while you were away, too.’<br />
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Benton cleared his throat from where he stood behind his desk.<br />
‘Actually, Doc, I’m all right. That android duplicate only gave a good knock on <strong>the</strong><br />
head, that’s all.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned to see Benton, and nodded.<br />
‘Ah…so you survived, Benton. And you’ve been promoted again to Second<br />
Lieutenant, I see – Second Lieutenant! That’s far too many syllables to pronounce in a<br />
crisis. I should just call you Sergeant. That’s much easier to say.’<br />
‘Now, really, <strong>Doctor</strong>,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier objected, ‘for respect <strong>of</strong> rank.’<br />
‘It’s all right, sir,’ Benton politely interjected, hoping to avoid any wounding<br />
confrontation between <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier. ‘<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> can call me whatever he<br />
feels best.’<br />
‘Very good,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> replied. ‘We all deserve to be called only what we’re worth.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> walked forward a few paces to observe <strong>the</strong> architecture, and <strong>the</strong>n turned to<br />
Benton once more.<br />
‘But it’s good to know you’re all right, Second Lieutenant.’<br />
Benton felt a warm smile spread on his face as he watched <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> put his hands<br />
in his pockets and stand for a moment. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Time Lord turned to Lethbridge-Stewart<br />
and nodded briefly.<br />
‘And you, too, Brigadier.’<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart relaxed and nodded in reply.<br />
‘Likewise, <strong>Doctor</strong>, as always. I take it Miss Smith is still with you’<br />
‘Of course, Brigadier,’ came Sarah’s voice from within <strong>the</strong> TARDIS doorway. ‘We’re<br />
inseparable!’<br />
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Sarah Jane Smith, wearing a light yellow summer dress, stepped out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS<br />
with a beaming smile. She spotted Benton and smiled, exhaling a grateful sigh.<br />
‘Oh, Mr. Benton, you’ve idea how I’ve worried about you since those androids<br />
invaded!’<br />
Benton returned <strong>the</strong> smile and walked around to <strong>the</strong> front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> desk to shake Sarah<br />
Jane’s hand.<br />
‘It’ll take a lot more than ano<strong>the</strong>r bloke with my face to put me out <strong>of</strong> service, Miss.’<br />
‘But what happened to you How did you escape’<br />
‘It’s a funny story, that. Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> boys found me in a broom cupboard -’<br />
‘As amusing that story is, I’m sure, Mr. Benton, we have more pressing matters to<br />
discuss,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier interrupted.<br />
‘Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.’ But <strong>the</strong> faint smile on Benton’s smile communicated he would<br />
find time to tell his friend <strong>the</strong> whole story later. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier ignored <strong>the</strong> conspiring smiles<br />
and continued.<br />
‘Now, <strong>Doctor</strong>. As you know, I have been called away from Great Britain for some<br />
time now. Before I left I realised <strong>the</strong> dangers <strong>of</strong> leaving my UNIT branch understaffed, so I<br />
left Mister Benton to help oversee operations <strong>the</strong>re in case <strong>of</strong> trouble, which, sadly, is exactly<br />
what happened.’<br />
‘More than once,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> interjected, ‘but Sarah and I managed to solve your<br />
problems, as usual.’<br />
‘Didn’t we though’ Sarah Jane added. ‘We even managed to thwart <strong>the</strong> Pescaton<br />
invasion. I’d be interested to learn what D-Notice cover-up you devised you that one,<br />
Brigadier.’<br />
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‘Actually, Miss Smith, people simply forgot about <strong>the</strong> Pescatons. <strong>The</strong>y must not have<br />
been very memorable.’<br />
‘Really’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> queried. ‘I’d have thought <strong>the</strong>m to be synonymous with fear.’<br />
‘Quite,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier replied, not quite understanding his old friend, as usual. ‘In any<br />
event <strong>the</strong>re is a potentially more serious threat looming over <strong>the</strong> entire earth at <strong>the</strong> moment.<br />
<strong>The</strong> irony <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> situation is this time it appears to be <strong>the</strong> earth itself causing <strong>the</strong> threat.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> earth itself’ Sarah Jane queried. ‘How do you mean’<br />
‘As <strong>of</strong> yet we’re not quite sure, but for <strong>the</strong> moment I have to something to show you,<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>. It’s something which may interest you.’<br />
‘It had better,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> droned as if unconcerned, but Lethbridge-Stewart knew<br />
this version well enough by now to know <strong>the</strong>re was a glimmer <strong>of</strong> interest in his old friend’s<br />
demeanour. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier <strong>the</strong>n walked over to a metal table standing alongside one wall <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>fice, where a small tray rested upon its surface. Lying upon a dark cloth on <strong>the</strong> tray<br />
were several small fragments made <strong>of</strong> a dark material. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier lifted <strong>the</strong> tray from <strong>the</strong><br />
table and held it before <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘And what are <strong>the</strong>se’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> asked, his eyes narrowing upon <strong>the</strong> objects before<br />
him.<br />
‘We’re hoping you might tell us. <strong>The</strong>y were found in Peru earlier this month.’<br />
‘Ah…discovered at Sabancaya, am I right, Brigadier’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier had known <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> long enough not to be surprised at his<br />
unparalleled and almost foreknowledge <strong>of</strong> information, a wealth which surely included<br />
volcano names, and simply replied in <strong>the</strong> affirmative with <strong>the</strong> same seriousness hardening his<br />
voice.<br />
‘When are you not, <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
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‘Last time I checked, never.’<br />
‘I expect nothing less.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> picked up one fragment from <strong>the</strong> inside cloth and examined <strong>the</strong> material<br />
closely.<br />
‘So, what do you make <strong>of</strong> it, Doc’ Benton inquired.<br />
‘Smoo<strong>the</strong>r than rock…rougher than metal…and marked with etchings. Look, Sarah,<br />
it’s marked with etchings.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Time Lord held out <strong>the</strong> fragment before Sarah Jane’s face.<br />
‘Yes, you’re right,’ Sarah Jane answered as she peered at <strong>the</strong> material’s markings. ‘Are<br />
<strong>the</strong>y natural’<br />
‘Very doubtful; <strong>the</strong>y’re far too specific in design and placement. I’d say <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
imprinted by <strong>the</strong> manufacturer to form a certain pattern, possibly even a message.’<br />
‘You mean it’s a language’<br />
‘Yes, and a very old one.’<br />
‘How can you tell’<br />
‘Can’t you read it’<br />
‘No.’<br />
‘Exactly. We’re dealing with something more alien and ancient <strong>the</strong>n we know,<br />
something placed here on <strong>Earth</strong> long ago.’<br />
‘How long ago would you say, <strong>Doctor</strong>’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier inquired, his defensive instincts<br />
prickling.<br />
‘Incredibly long ago, Brigadier. Perhaps too long ago. Did you find anything more’<br />
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‘Unfortunately, yes. You’ll have to see it for yourself.’ Lethbridge-Stewart walked<br />
over to Benton’s desk, lifted <strong>the</strong> receiver from <strong>the</strong> telephone placed in <strong>the</strong> table’s upper right<br />
corner, and spoke into <strong>the</strong> mouthpiece.<br />
‘Lethbridge-Stewart here. Are my associates ready Good. Please send <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
Benton’s <strong>of</strong>fice, would you Thank you.’ <strong>The</strong> Brigadier replaced <strong>the</strong> telephone and <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> spoke, annoyed at <strong>the</strong> delay in information.<br />
‘<strong>Who</strong> are <strong>the</strong>se associates <strong>of</strong> yours, Brigadier’<br />
‘Just more familiar faces, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a brief knock at Benton’s <strong>of</strong>fice door, which promptly swung open to<br />
reveal none o<strong>the</strong>r than Mike Yates and a grinning Harry Sullivan carrying a small metal case.<br />
Both men were dressed in <strong>the</strong> military uniforms <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir respective branches <strong>of</strong> service: <strong>the</strong><br />
olive green UNIT suit for Mike and <strong>the</strong> black jacket, trousers, and black and white cap <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Royal Navy for Harry. Sarah Jane swelled with joy to see her old friends once more; as Mike<br />
and Harry entered <strong>the</strong> room she hurried over to <strong>of</strong>fer warm greetings. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, however,<br />
remained still and brooding, although he acknowledged <strong>the</strong>ir arrival with a distracted nod.<br />
Sarah Jane was not in <strong>the</strong> least surprised by <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s absence <strong>of</strong> enthusiasm: even when<br />
Harry had travelled with <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS she had always got <strong>the</strong> sense he had ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
annoyed <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, or at least failed to impress him. And as for Mike…well, even though<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> had helped <strong>the</strong> Brigadier reactivate Yates to UNIT service, somehow Sarah Jane<br />
felt <strong>the</strong> Time Lord had not yet regained complete trust in his old comrade’s loyalty, and<br />
wondered if he ever would. Oh well, best to be <strong>the</strong> friendly face in <strong>the</strong> room.<br />
‘It’s so good to see you, Captain Yates. Oh wait; you’re a Major now, aren’t you’<br />
‘I was, yes, but I’m afraid <strong>the</strong>re’s more to tell, Sarah. Thanks to a good word from<br />
<strong>the</strong> Brigadier my superiors have seen fit to promote me to <strong>the</strong> rank <strong>of</strong> Lieutenant Colonel.’<br />
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‘Oh, that’s so wonderful, Mike! Well done. And thank you, Brigadier.’<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart smiled s<strong>of</strong>tly. ‘My pleasure. My associates need to rise in <strong>the</strong><br />
world to take over when I’ve gone.’<br />
‘You’re not thinking <strong>of</strong> leaving us, sir,’ Benton asked, a genuine hint <strong>of</strong> care in his<br />
voice.<br />
‘Only when <strong>the</strong> time is right, Benton.’<br />
Sarah Jane assumed <strong>the</strong> Brigadier was simply musing and turned to Harry. She<br />
beamed expectantly at her former travelling companion.<br />
‘And what about you, Harry Have times been good to you, too’<br />
‘Ra<strong>the</strong>r, I should say, and I have some good news <strong>of</strong> my own. It turns out I’ve been<br />
promoted as well: <strong>the</strong>y call me Lieutenant Commander Sullivan now.’<br />
Before Sarah Jane could congratulate her friend’s success, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s booming<br />
voice interrupted.<br />
‘So… Now you’re qualified to work on sailors and merchant marines, Harry. How<br />
impressive. Now can someone please tell me what was so important I had to postpone my<br />
annual Arctic rappelling holiday to be here’<br />
Lieutenant Colonel Yates promptly stepped forward and continued to explain.<br />
‘As <strong>the</strong> Brigadier has no doubt already explained, <strong>Doctor</strong>, a few months ago <strong>the</strong><br />
UNIT Security Council called requested his presence here in Geneva. I accompanied him at<br />
his request to answer <strong>the</strong> summons. Upon arrival <strong>the</strong> Council informed us <strong>of</strong> some ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
disturbing global developments. Apparently <strong>the</strong>re had been a growing number <strong>of</strong> incidents<br />
<strong>of</strong> seismic disturbances: tremors, earthquakes, massive aftershocks. I have a full list here <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> disturbances, if you’d care to read -’ Yates reached over to Benton’s desk to retrieve <strong>the</strong><br />
compilation, but saw <strong>the</strong> folder was missing. He turned back to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, and with<br />
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surprise muffled by experience and hindsight expectation, saw that he had already plucked<br />
<strong>the</strong> file from <strong>the</strong> desk and finished reading <strong>the</strong> thick-stacked report. Hoping to maintain<br />
some sense <strong>of</strong> dignity, <strong>the</strong> Lieutenant Colonel continued as if all was routine.<br />
‘Yes, well, as you can ga<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> planet’s geology has been quite active lately, and<br />
activity has been growing at an exponential rate. No land mass has been exempt: tremors<br />
have been felt in Iceland, Australia, across all <strong>of</strong> Europe, Russia, Asia, and <strong>the</strong> Americas.<br />
However, though serious this information certainly was, it still hardly seemed <strong>the</strong> purview <strong>of</strong><br />
UNIT’s attention. But <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re were <strong>the</strong> volcanoes. At first we thought <strong>the</strong>y were separate<br />
issues, but we kept watch anyway, and eventually noticed that whenever <strong>the</strong>re was a quake<br />
near a volcano, <strong>the</strong> volcano would show signs <strong>of</strong> activity. When a quake rocked Peru earlier<br />
this month, we <strong>of</strong>fered to visit <strong>the</strong> area to coordinate repair efforts and to investigate firsthand<br />
if <strong>the</strong>re was anything unusual to discover. This is when we recruited <strong>the</strong> services Mr.<br />
Benton and Dr. Sullivan. <strong>The</strong>re our team found <strong>the</strong> fragments, which you’ve already seen,<br />
but we also discovered something else. Something we’ve seen before.’<br />
Yates looked to Lethbridge-Stewart, who motioned to Harry. Harry nodded and<br />
placed <strong>the</strong> metal case he carried upon Benton’s desk. He reached into his jacket pocket and<br />
pulled out a pair <strong>of</strong> thick silver radiation gloves, which he slipped upon his hands. He <strong>the</strong>n<br />
flipped open <strong>the</strong> latches on one side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> case, lifted its lid, and removed from within an<br />
eight-inch long and two-inch wide tube made <strong>of</strong> an extremely thick transparent material and<br />
capped on both ends with <strong>the</strong> same metal alloy as <strong>the</strong> case. What <strong>the</strong> tube contained made<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes bulge with fierce intensity and, it seemed to Sarah Jane, shock. Inside <strong>the</strong><br />
tube was a bright green and very viscous – almost gel-like – liquid, which even when isolated<br />
in its reinforced container seemed to radiate a furious, almost primal energy desperate to<br />
burst its bonds and escape into <strong>the</strong> open. Suddenly it seemed as if <strong>the</strong> room had gotten<br />
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warmer. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stepped forward and glared at <strong>the</strong> contained green liquid. <strong>The</strong>n, with a<br />
voice draped in a deathly pall, he spoke.<br />
‘You found this at Sabancaya’<br />
‘Yes, inside some cracks at <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano, probably formed by <strong>the</strong> quake.<br />
<strong>The</strong> liquid itself was flowing freely from within <strong>the</strong> cracks and out upon <strong>the</strong> volcano surface.<br />
Despite <strong>the</strong> similarity <strong>of</strong> appearance, we can’t confirm absolutely without more<br />
concrete…external evidence if this is <strong>the</strong> same material UNIT has encountered before, but<br />
our top scientists are fairly confident this is <strong>the</strong> same substance discharged at <strong>the</strong> Eastchester<br />
Nuclear power plant more than six years ago.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stepped forward and without asking took <strong>the</strong> cylinder from Harry’s<br />
hands, to everyone’s surprise. Oblivious to <strong>the</strong>ir concern, he held <strong>the</strong> tube close to his face,<br />
letting its inner glow ba<strong>the</strong> his skin in gangrenous green light.<br />
‘You can tell your inexperienced toilers <strong>the</strong>re’s no doubt about it: this is Stahlmann’s<br />
Gas.’<br />
‘Stahlmann’ Sarah Jane said in dawning understanding. ‘You mean Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Eric<br />
Stahlmann, director <strong>of</strong> Operation: Mole-Bore’<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart felt no unease at <strong>the</strong> breadth <strong>of</strong> Sarah Jane’s information; he had<br />
long before accepted how far and deep her journalistic instinct could delve into <strong>the</strong> secrets<br />
his organisation had sworn to hide. She really was a perfect match for <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘Precisely, Miss Smith, although given <strong>the</strong> near-disastrous outcome <strong>of</strong> that effort, its<br />
un<strong>of</strong>ficial moniker <strong>of</strong> ‘<strong>the</strong> Inferno’ would be a more apt description.’<br />
‘Yes, no doubt. But <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>essor…he was <strong>the</strong> man who posited <strong>the</strong>re were<br />
untapped pockets <strong>of</strong> natural geo<strong>the</strong>rmic energy hidden deep within <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>’s crust, right’<br />
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‘You’re right <strong>the</strong>re, Miss,’ Benton answered. ‘<strong>The</strong> trouble is, instead <strong>of</strong> finding<br />
anything useful, <strong>the</strong> more <strong>the</strong> bloke drilled, <strong>the</strong> more <strong>of</strong> this green stuff kept pumping up<br />
from <strong>the</strong> ground. It was right frightening what it did to whoever touched <strong>the</strong> stuff.’<br />
‘And what exactly did it do, Mr. Benton’<br />
‘Turned <strong>the</strong>m into monsters, Miss. It was one <strong>of</strong> most terrifying things I ever saw<br />
here. We’ve got some pictures here <strong>the</strong> lads took <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> victims back <strong>the</strong>n. Have a look.’<br />
Benton reached into <strong>the</strong> metal case and retrieved some large photographs, which he<br />
handed to Sarah Jane. She stared at <strong>the</strong> grotesque images frozen in nitrates and light. After a<br />
short study, she turned to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>se creatures, <strong>Doctor</strong>. <strong>The</strong>y look a bit like <strong>the</strong> Anti-Men.’<br />
‘Anti-Men, Sarah’ asked Harry.<br />
‘Oh, those were creatures <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and I met just after we left you in Scotland.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were men, well, one man from thirty thousand years in <strong>the</strong> future, a pr<strong>of</strong>essor named<br />
Sorensen. He was infected with anti-matter on a distant planet.’ She turned back to <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> and held up <strong>the</strong> photos. ‘But what do you think Perhaps <strong>the</strong>re may be some<br />
connection’<br />
‘Oh, possibly some similarity in <strong>the</strong> pattern <strong>of</strong> cellular infestation and hybridisation.<br />
But I doubt <strong>the</strong>re’s any anti-matter involved here. O<strong>the</strong>rwise we’d all be up in smoke.’<br />
‘Well, where <strong>the</strong>re’s smoke <strong>the</strong>re’s fire, isn’t <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>Doctor</strong>’ Yates said, dryly. ‘We’ve<br />
put out a lot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m in our time.’<br />
‘Be grateful you haven’t seen <strong>the</strong> fires I’ve put out, Yates,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> murmured, his<br />
voice cold and empty as infernal memories <strong>of</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r life filled <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s inner vision: he<br />
saw himself as he once was, white bouffant, blue velvet, and white ruffles, falling between<br />
dimensional walls into ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>Earth</strong>; a world like his own adopted home wounded deep<br />
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from <strong>the</strong> arrogant probing drills <strong>of</strong> mankind, but a mankind hardened by different<br />
circumstances and turned cold with self-disdain. He saw dark mirrors <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> friends he had<br />
left behind – <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, Benton, Liz Shaw – blanch with terror when <strong>the</strong> ground beneath<br />
<strong>the</strong>m belched its green blood, <strong>the</strong> vile liquid which turned men into hot-blooded monsters<br />
driven only to attack. He saw <strong>the</strong> men-monsters, Primords - hordes <strong>of</strong> hairy, white-coated<br />
animals; a mass parody <strong>of</strong> human achievement given way to base bestiality – reach out<br />
towards him, <strong>the</strong>ir eyes steel and vicious. He saw <strong>the</strong> wound inflicted upon <strong>the</strong> earth by<br />
man’s arrogance fester and sprout flames rising higher and hotter, until <strong>the</strong> red under-blood<br />
<strong>of</strong> lava gushed gouts over all <strong>the</strong> world, a world so different from his own yet so very alike, a<br />
world he could do nothing to save even as he rescued his own impotent self…<br />
‘But never mind what happened <strong>the</strong>n,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> declaimed as he brandished <strong>the</strong><br />
container before <strong>the</strong> Brigadier. ‘If this substance is somehow leaking its way to <strong>the</strong> surface<br />
again, <strong>the</strong>n an increase in earthquakes will be <strong>the</strong> least <strong>of</strong> your worries, Brigadier. Although it<br />
is an added bo<strong>the</strong>r. And so are <strong>the</strong> electromagnetic imbalances.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> what, <strong>Doctor</strong>’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier asked, striding forward to stand alongside <strong>the</strong><br />
Time Lord. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leaned close to mutter in <strong>the</strong> Brigadier’s ear, like a soothsayer<br />
<strong>of</strong>fering secrets <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> universe.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> electromagnetic disturbances, Brigadier, changes in <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>’s electric field –<br />
it’s as if something is causing a planetary short-circuit. I detected <strong>the</strong> anomaly upon arrival<br />
and was going to investigate once I’d patted your hand, but now I’m thinking it’s all<br />
connected.’<br />
‘I’d say so, old chap,’ Harry interjected. ‘Our problem is, first we need to find out<br />
what’s making this green jelly reach <strong>the</strong> surface. I mean, <strong>the</strong> last thing we need is any more <strong>of</strong><br />
this mutagen breaking free in an eruption. My word, that’s a ra<strong>the</strong>r terrible thought.’<br />
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‘<strong>The</strong>n don’t think so much, Harry,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> retorted. ‘If <strong>the</strong>re is a connection,<br />
which I’m sure <strong>the</strong>re is, <strong>the</strong>n what we need is to find an earthquake in <strong>the</strong> vicinity <strong>of</strong> a<br />
volcano, before <strong>the</strong> incident occurs.’<br />
‘But how are we gonna do that, Doc’ Benton asked. ‘<strong>The</strong> way <strong>the</strong>y’re happening,<br />
one could happen anywhere, anytime.’<br />
‘Well…I have a certain amount <strong>of</strong> disastrous foreknowledge accumulated for<br />
emergencies. It helps when you traverse <strong>the</strong> course <strong>of</strong> time. I’m sure I can remember when<br />
<strong>the</strong> next earthquake happens this year.’<br />
‘Thank heavens for that,’ Sarah Jane voiced. ‘You’ll save us a long wander. Oh, but I<br />
hope it doesn’t happen here.’<br />
‘An earthquake Here, in Geneva Nonsense! We’re on much too neutral ground -’<br />
Without warning a powerful jolt rocked <strong>the</strong> room, shattering <strong>the</strong> glass window in<br />
Benton’s <strong>of</strong>fice and loosening chunks <strong>of</strong> plaster from <strong>the</strong> ceiling, which dropped to <strong>the</strong> floor<br />
to shatter with clouds <strong>of</strong> powdery dust. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> rushed over to <strong>the</strong> shattered window<br />
and looked out onto <strong>the</strong> Geneva cityscape. At that moment <strong>the</strong> telephone upon Benton’s<br />
desk rang. Benton lifted <strong>the</strong> long-flexed receiver and held it to his ear. From even where<br />
Sarah Jane stood, she could hear what seemed to be a frantic. Benton <strong>the</strong>n thanked <strong>the</strong><br />
caller, replaced <strong>the</strong> receiver, and hurried over to <strong>the</strong> Brigadier.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re’s been ano<strong>the</strong>r earthquake, sir. Somewhere here in <strong>the</strong> city.’<br />
‘An earthquake, here And right on <strong>the</strong> Security Council’s doorstep! Where’<br />
‘I can tell you that from here, Brigadier,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> said, leaning across <strong>the</strong> dusty<br />
windowpane, his eyes fixed on a point not far <strong>of</strong>f in <strong>the</strong> distance. ‘And you’re right, <strong>the</strong> earth<br />
is shouting its protest.’<br />
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Lethbridge-Stewart, Benton, Yates, Harry, and Sarah Jane joined <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> at <strong>the</strong><br />
window. <strong>The</strong>y stared out Lake Geneva, which UNIT’s Security Council building overlooked.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> point where <strong>the</strong> lake emptied into <strong>the</strong> Rhone River was fixed <strong>the</strong> Jet d’Eau, <strong>the</strong> latest<br />
model in a series <strong>of</strong> large fountains continually pumping a jet <strong>of</strong> water into <strong>the</strong> air for <strong>the</strong><br />
city’s enjoyment since 1886. But now, instead <strong>of</strong> water gushing high and fanning cool<br />
droplets to <strong>the</strong> wind, <strong>the</strong> fountain was spewing a viscous tower <strong>of</strong> flaming red magma one<br />
hundred forty meters into <strong>the</strong> air, while additional lava spread through <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> river<br />
and lake like blood oozing from a great terrestrial wound, boiling <strong>the</strong> waters away like grease<br />
in fire. And <strong>the</strong>n, before <strong>the</strong>ir eyes, <strong>the</strong> hue <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lava shifted in colour, from reddish-orange<br />
to a brilliant neon green. It was Stahlmann’s Gas, rising high like a nightmarish geyser. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> pushed back from <strong>the</strong> window and slowly revolved his body towards <strong>the</strong> Brigadier.<br />
His eyes were wide and focused; when he spoke, his voice was low and sonorous.<br />
‘I hope you have a boat handy.’<br />
Three hours later a small hovercraft branded with UNIT symbols sped across <strong>the</strong><br />
contaminated waters <strong>of</strong> Lake Geneva towards a larger yacht bobbing on heated surface near<br />
<strong>the</strong> now deactivated Jet d’Eau. It had taken that long to requisition a helicopter carrying fireretardant<br />
powerful enough to quench <strong>the</strong> extreme temperatures <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> magma-logged lake.<br />
Both wet yacht and scorched fountain were surrounded by a pitch-sized perimeter <strong>of</strong> flameretardant<br />
tarpaulin screen anchored upon <strong>the</strong> boiled lake bed. In <strong>the</strong> speedy hovercraft,<br />
Benton sat in <strong>the</strong> front driver cushion behind <strong>the</strong> steering controls. He directed <strong>the</strong> craft<br />
slowly across <strong>the</strong> red-and-green-laced water body, avoiding <strong>the</strong> pockets <strong>of</strong> cooling lava and<br />
still-scalding mutagen sinking in <strong>the</strong> water. Sitting <strong>the</strong> cradle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> craft behind Benton were<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, Sarah Jane, Yates, and Harry. All in <strong>the</strong> seacraft – except for <strong>the</strong><br />
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<strong>Doctor</strong>, who adamantly refused to part with his scarf - were dressed in decontamination<br />
suits, complete with hoods and industrial-grade plastic face masks.<br />
Everyone was silent and tense, for one good reason: <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was in a bad mood.<br />
He had been anxious to rush out to <strong>the</strong> Jet d’Eau immediately, but Lethbridge-Stewart’s<br />
order to shut down <strong>the</strong> fountain and clear <strong>the</strong> area had lasted far longer than <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
patience. With that and any residual loquacity exhausted, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> simply slouched at <strong>the</strong><br />
back <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> craft, his hat pulled down low over his eyes, his scarf wrapped thick around his<br />
shoulders and chin, and his arms and legs crossed tight and unmoving. But it was not simply<br />
impatience which soured <strong>the</strong> Time Lord’s attitude: it was <strong>the</strong> cold and silent intensity which<br />
hardened his eyes and darkened his countenance, as if he were preparing himself for a<br />
sudden attack hiding just beyond <strong>the</strong> horizon.<br />
Tired <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> unnatural quiet anxiety between her friends, Sarah Jane decided to chase<br />
away <strong>the</strong> gloom.<br />
‘It really is so good to see you all again, you know,’ she said, speaking to her<br />
company in general. ‘We so rarely seem to get back home and visit <strong>the</strong>se days, so I love any<br />
time or reason when we can. Even if it’s a dangerous one.’<br />
‘Yours and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s assistance is always appreciated, Miss Smith,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier<br />
replied, an unexpected amount <strong>of</strong> friendliness warming his words. ‘I trust that you’re<br />
comfortable’<br />
‘Not really, but I ra<strong>the</strong>r like <strong>the</strong> yacht. <strong>Who</strong>se is it’<br />
It was Mike who answered.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> yacht is <strong>the</strong> property <strong>of</strong> one Baron Magnus Major Macsen’ – out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner<br />
<strong>of</strong> her eye, Sarah Jane saw <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> lift his head slightly at <strong>the</strong> mention <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Baron’s<br />
name - ‘<strong>the</strong> man behind <strong>the</strong> archaeology dig in Peru which found our mysterious fragments.<br />
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He was <strong>of</strong> invaluable aid in understanding what had gone on <strong>the</strong>re. He’s since taken an<br />
active interest in UNIT’s current investigation and has <strong>of</strong>fered his formidable resources to<br />
assist us.’<br />
‘He sounds like quite <strong>the</strong> man <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hour. I’d love to interview him.’<br />
‘You may get your chance sooner than you think, old thing,’ Harry said. ‘<strong>The</strong> man<br />
himself is hailing us already.’<br />
Sarah Jane twisted about towards <strong>the</strong> yacht and saw <strong>the</strong> Baron, standing upon <strong>the</strong><br />
bow and leaning forward – somehow seemingly more in fatigue than relaxation - with one<br />
hand clamped upon a black-painted railing and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r lifted to acknowledge <strong>the</strong><br />
approaching UNIT craft. <strong>The</strong>y were as yet too far away to see his face clearly, but Macsen<br />
was clearly a lover <strong>of</strong> sartorial elegance, even if <strong>the</strong> elegance was somewhat extravagant: he<br />
was wrapped in a voluminous full-length black cloak. Benton navigated <strong>the</strong> hovercraft<br />
alongside <strong>the</strong> Baron’s yacht, and shifted <strong>the</strong> engine so <strong>the</strong> craft would idle directly beneath<br />
<strong>the</strong> larger ship’s ladder railing welded into <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hull. On <strong>the</strong> top deck <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> yacht,<br />
Baron Macsen walked forward to stand above <strong>the</strong> rail ladder. Shadows cast by <strong>the</strong> ship’s<br />
cabin wrapped around his looming figure as he stood upon <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> desk, so that he<br />
appeared like an expectant gargoyle. Macsen spoke.<br />
‘Welcome my friends. Welcome to my worthy vessel. I hope to provide you adequate<br />
refuge from <strong>the</strong>se troubled waters.’<br />
‘Troubled’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> retorted, a sc<strong>of</strong>f clearly detectable in his voice as he leapt<br />
from his seat and climbed <strong>the</strong> railing with swift thrusts <strong>of</strong> his long limbs. ‘Nonsense! <strong>The</strong>se<br />
waters are a placid whisper compared to <strong>the</strong> Cuban Saint James Day Tempest <strong>of</strong> 1609 – now<br />
that was troubled, especially <strong>the</strong> landfall at Bermuda. It gave me some good ideas to inspire<br />
William, though.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> mounted <strong>the</strong> deck and stood before <strong>the</strong> Baron. He held out<br />
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his hand with a beaming smile <strong>of</strong> innocent friendliness. ‘Hello <strong>the</strong>re, I’m <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. Nice to<br />
meet you.’<br />
Baron Magnus Major Macsen stood before <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>; his eyes fell upon <strong>the</strong> Time<br />
Lord’s outstretched hand while <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes examined <strong>the</strong> Baron himself. Even at first<br />
glance, Macsen radiated a robust image. Although he was a man <strong>of</strong> relatively short stature, he<br />
never<strong>the</strong>less conveyed a commanding figure with his ram-rod straight posture and a poise<br />
which was incredibly stiff, as if he were forcing his spine to maintain total and unwavering<br />
rectitude. <strong>The</strong> Baron’s face, a lean, strong-jawed countenance, possessed a healthy, olivehued<br />
complexion, complimented a pair <strong>of</strong> sea-green eyes, a dignified patrician nose, and a<br />
full proud mouth, surrounded by a carefully trimmed black Van Dyke beard matching a full<br />
head <strong>of</strong> thick, waving black hair.<br />
To complete his sanguine image, Macsen wore a smart, three-piece black Armani suit<br />
with a crisp, white collared, cuff-linked shirt, and a boldly-knotted silver tie. Hanging around<br />
his shoulders and held fast by a small iron chain resting between his collar bones was a thick,<br />
full-length black cloak, which dropped magnificently towards <strong>the</strong> ground to surround its<br />
wearer’s polished to mirror-reflective black Arthur Beren shoes. In short, Baron Macsen was<br />
<strong>the</strong> picture a man in <strong>the</strong> prime <strong>of</strong> his life, and loving every moment <strong>of</strong> it. Only one detail<br />
seemed to betray his contented outlook: His hands, covered in black velvet gloves, were<br />
constantly clenching and unclenching, as if <strong>the</strong> movement itself were some sort <strong>of</strong><br />
involuntary outlet controlling a strong, inner discomfort. Or distress.<br />
Whe<strong>the</strong>r or not <strong>the</strong> Baron were concealing any inner discontent, he concealed it well<br />
with a wide, charming smile as he reached out and placed his hand in <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s own and<br />
said,<br />
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‘Greetings, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I am Baron Magnus Major Macsen, which no doubt you already<br />
know. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart has informed me <strong>of</strong> your preternatural brilliance.’<br />
‘Well…someone has to know all <strong>the</strong> answers – how else would anything be done’<br />
‘How true. But where are my manners – you bring your friends with you. We should<br />
extend <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> same courtesy I have done to you, by allowing <strong>the</strong>m to come aboard my<br />
home.’<br />
‘Ah, courtesy: <strong>the</strong> one common virtue most underused.’<br />
‘Oh, <strong>the</strong>re are many virtues, <strong>Doctor</strong>, some which most people don’t value at all.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> found <strong>the</strong> Baron’s statement odd, and <strong>the</strong> strong glint in his eyes and <strong>the</strong><br />
flash <strong>of</strong> his smile more so, but he decided to ga<strong>the</strong>r his friends before making any fur<strong>the</strong>r<br />
assessments <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir host’s character. He <strong>the</strong>n turned around to motion that his companions<br />
should mount <strong>the</strong> ladder, when Sarah Jane cried out in terror. From all around <strong>the</strong> two ships<br />
gouts <strong>of</strong> water surged up from <strong>the</strong> lake, curdling its smooth surface and slamming small<br />
waves into <strong>the</strong> sides <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> two hulls. Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> water spouts and up from beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
surface <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lake arose several creatures, generally humanoid in shape but far from human:<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir clothing was bluish-grey and wrapped in a type <strong>of</strong> rusted chain-mail; <strong>the</strong>ir large,<br />
bulbous craniums were encased in a smooth, brown-grey skin surrounding gigantic, fish-like<br />
eyes, a blunt, beak-shaped nose, and a harsh, frown-sloped mouth. Huge fan-shaped ears<br />
flapped against <strong>the</strong> sides <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> creature’s turtle/dragon hybridised heads. Each <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> searisen<br />
beings held in one hand a small, disc-shaped compact device, which glinted in <strong>the</strong><br />
afternoon light like a miniature sun. <strong>The</strong>ir huge staring eyes rolled and slid with precise<br />
energy. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stared about at <strong>the</strong> creatures surrounding <strong>the</strong> UNIT ships, recognised<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir natures, and shouted.<br />
‘Brigadier, <strong>the</strong>y’re Sea Devils!’<br />
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‘Take cover!’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier shouted, at once <strong>the</strong> ready warrior. He and Benton drew<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir side arms and aimed at <strong>the</strong> nearest Sea Devil, but before exchange <strong>of</strong> fire commenced<br />
<strong>the</strong> creature raised its hands and spoke, its tight, moist lips barely moving and its voice<br />
warbling as if sounding from deep beneath <strong>the</strong> ocean.<br />
‘Wait! Do not fire your weapons upon us. We come to your race with peaceful<br />
intent.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier half-turned and glanced up towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. He knew <strong>the</strong> Time<br />
Lord, or at least his predecessor, had faced this underwater species before while visiting <strong>the</strong><br />
Master at Stagmoor Prison several years earlier. Lethbridge-Stewart himself and UNIT had<br />
only been involved after <strong>the</strong> incident to hunt <strong>the</strong> escaped villain, and <strong>the</strong>refore had not<br />
directly encountered <strong>the</strong> Sea Devils, but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> had informed him <strong>the</strong>y were an aquatic<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r race to <strong>the</strong> Silurians. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier thought if <strong>the</strong> two races were anything alike that<br />
could only mean trouble, but for once he had no previous experience with a known enemy<br />
combatant, and he never liked to guess at <strong>the</strong> unknown. <strong>The</strong>re was only one way to know<br />
for certain what to do next.<br />
‘Well, <strong>Doctor</strong> Can we trust <strong>the</strong>m’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood tall and grave as he glared at <strong>the</strong> lead Sea Devil, but in his mind he<br />
knew <strong>the</strong> present climate was too grave to gauge <strong>the</strong> situation with old wounds, especially if<br />
inflicted upon a different body.<br />
‘Trust <strong>the</strong>m No. But we ought to listen to what <strong>the</strong>y have to say.’ He <strong>the</strong>n directed<br />
his words to <strong>the</strong> spokesman Sea Devil. ‘All right <strong>the</strong>n. You’ve got a chance to keep peace<br />
between us – don’t waste it. Agreed’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sea Devil slowly lowered its weapon hand and hooked <strong>the</strong> device upon <strong>the</strong><br />
barnacle-crusted belt around its waist.<br />
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‘Agreed.’<br />
‘Very good! Now we might as well introduce ourselves. I’m <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>; I’ve met<br />
your people before, after a fashion, which is out <strong>of</strong> fashion. <strong>The</strong> man with <strong>the</strong> furry lip in <strong>the</strong><br />
boat is Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, <strong>the</strong> soldier at <strong>the</strong> wheel is Mr. Benton, wonderful chap,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> female is Sarah Jane Smith. She’s my travelling companion and a storyteller; don’t<br />
scare her and she won’t speak badly <strong>of</strong> you. <strong>The</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r two are Lieutenant Colonel Yates,<br />
who’s prone to unpredictability, and Harry Sullivan. He’s <strong>of</strong> no real consequence so you<br />
needn’t worry about him. Right, now you’ve got our basic information – what about yours’<br />
<strong>The</strong> lead Sea Devil gestured to himself.<br />
‘Decrix, General <strong>of</strong> Special Group Ten and emissary <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Reptilian Duality. Have<br />
we an audience <strong>of</strong> truce’<br />
‘Yes,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> replied, ‘on condition that we know why your people have returned<br />
to <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> this world.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> answer you shall have, but first I must summon my bro<strong>the</strong>rs.’ Decrix pressed a<br />
large button upon his belt, which glowed bright green and chirped with a high-buzzing noise.<br />
As he did this, <strong>the</strong> Brigadier leaned close to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘‘<strong>The</strong> Reptilian Duality’’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier repeated. ‘What on earth is that’<br />
‘Isn’t it obvious, Brigadier’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> answered with a dark, almost satisfied smile.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Sea Devils aren’t <strong>the</strong> only ancient race come to visit your own.’<br />
‘Not <strong>the</strong> only…oh no. No, you can’t mean -’<br />
‘Oh yes I can, and <strong>the</strong>y do. Look.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier followed <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s line <strong>of</strong> sight into <strong>the</strong> lake and watched with<br />
mounting unease as a small barrel-shaped heavily reinforced sea craft formed <strong>of</strong> seaweed<br />
green and barnacle-studded metal emerged from <strong>the</strong> waters <strong>of</strong> Lake Geneva. Slats on <strong>the</strong> top<br />
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side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> decidedly inhuman ship slid open and against each o<strong>the</strong>r with heavy clanks, and<br />
from within <strong>the</strong> dark interior emerged three lizard-like beings with lea<strong>the</strong>ry scaled grey-green<br />
skin, huge rigid fan-flaps for ears, a perpetually rounded mouth-hole, and a large glowing orb<br />
housed with a chamber <strong>of</strong> skin above a pair <strong>of</strong> squinting eyes. To all in <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s party<br />
except Harry and Sarah Jane, <strong>the</strong> three creatures were unmistakably recognisable as Silurians,<br />
<strong>the</strong> original land inhabitants <strong>of</strong> Ancient <strong>Earth</strong>. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> recognised <strong>the</strong> trio from an<br />
earlier encounter as <strong>the</strong> Silurian Triad, <strong>the</strong> ruling council <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir race. Since he had been<br />
wearing a different persona at <strong>the</strong> time, he decided against renewing <strong>the</strong>ir acquaintance and<br />
adding to <strong>the</strong> confusion. One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Silurians stepped forward and spoke with a voice high<br />
and bubbling.<br />
‘I am Ichtar. I speak for <strong>the</strong> Triad. We, <strong>the</strong> Land and Water Reptiles <strong>of</strong> this planet,<br />
seek an audience <strong>of</strong> truce with <strong>the</strong> Ape Descendents.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier bristled at being referenced in relation to primates and drew himself<br />
up.<br />
‘If you mean <strong>the</strong> human race, <strong>the</strong>n I can speak for <strong>the</strong>m, and listen very closely to<br />
what your two peoples have to tell us. Now, why have you come here’<br />
It was Decrix who responded. ‘We have risen once more in response to a great crisis<br />
which threatens all <strong>of</strong> our races: <strong>the</strong> seas boil in agony and <strong>the</strong> land oozes its inner fluids<br />
from deep piercings. If we do not act swiftly to heal <strong>the</strong>se wounds, <strong>the</strong>n all life on this world,<br />
our world, will perish!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pulled his mouth downwards into a frown and shrugged his shoulders.<br />
‘Well, Brigadier if <strong>the</strong>re’s ever a good reason for an alliance I’d call it that.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong>y – <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and his friends, with Ichtar, and Decrix – decided to assemble<br />
away from any prying eyes inside <strong>the</strong> yacht’s main guest room, a spacious circular enclosure<br />
<strong>of</strong> polished chrome with a ceiling <strong>of</strong> darkened glass and a floor <strong>of</strong> transparent glass. Sarah<br />
Jane was standing upon <strong>the</strong> glass panel adjusting <strong>the</strong> sound level controls <strong>of</strong> her new voice<br />
recorder, a small, thin red tube with microphone grilles affixed to both ends, which <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> had built for her in case <strong>the</strong>y ever needed to eavesdrop on interesting conversations.<br />
Sarah Jane had also found <strong>the</strong> device quite useful for discreet recordings during interviews<br />
for her articles, in case her subjects were skittish about her written transcripts. She finished<br />
her tuning and looked down and found <strong>the</strong> constant view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> riverbed beneath her feet<br />
disorienting, so she quickly took a seat next to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> (who was casting out and reeling<br />
back a yellow yo-yo in an ever-increasing variety <strong>of</strong> extravagant tricks) upon one <strong>the</strong> room’s<br />
two available plush black lea<strong>the</strong>r ergonomic couches and took <strong>the</strong> quiet opportunity to pull<br />
out from a side pouch in her environmental suit her journal, to which she began adding a<br />
new entry.<br />
Sitting across from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and Sarah Jane on a matching couch was Harry, who<br />
looked ra<strong>the</strong>r conspicuous while flanked by <strong>the</strong> two <strong>Earth</strong> Reptiles, both <strong>of</strong> whom seemed<br />
equally out <strong>of</strong> place enjoying such human luxury. Standing next to one ano<strong>the</strong>r to <strong>the</strong> left <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> couches were <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and Yates; Yates wore a neutral expression, as if ready to<br />
receive whatever information should come his way with an open mind, while <strong>the</strong> Brigadier<br />
pondered if he had ever witnessed a stranger diplomatic ga<strong>the</strong>ring in his career. Directly<br />
opposite <strong>the</strong> two soldiers was Benton, who had a hard time keeping face relaxed while inside<br />
he was positively beaming to be amongst all <strong>of</strong> his friends once again. I just hope this isn’t <strong>the</strong><br />
last time we get toge<strong>the</strong>r like this.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> suddenly snapped <strong>the</strong> yo-yo back into his hand, pocketed it, and jumped<br />
to his feet, his face an annoyed scowl.<br />
‘What’s taking that stuffed up aristocrat so long’<br />
‘Really, <strong>Doctor</strong>,’ Yates said, his voice lightly chiding in its tone. ‘<strong>The</strong> Baron is being<br />
ra<strong>the</strong>r kind to accommodate us and…our unexpected guests.’<br />
‘If you like <strong>the</strong>se kinds <strong>of</strong> hospitality, Mike, <strong>the</strong>n why don’t you have ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
colonoscopy - even physicians keep <strong>the</strong>ir patients waiting less time than this. And that goes<br />
for you, too, Harry.’<br />
Harry could only assume <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was referring to <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong>y had first met<br />
when <strong>the</strong> young physician had attempted to give <strong>the</strong> Time Lord a proper physical, but had<br />
been tied and trussed up like a plucked chicken in a pantry. Harry’s first reaction was to tell<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> how prompt he had been in seeing his <strong>the</strong>n-patient, but <strong>the</strong> Time Lord’s ever<br />
blacker mood persuaded him to provide only a simple ‘Right oh’ in response. Thankfully, at<br />
that moment <strong>the</strong> cabin’s metal door opened and Baron Macsen entered, his cloak swirling<br />
slightly around his shoulders and revealing, as <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> observed, what appeared to be a<br />
slight limp in both legs. Macsen smiled and raised his hands in apology.<br />
‘Forgive my tardiness my friends, but I was making some last minute adjustments to<br />
my engines, in case <strong>the</strong> magma begins to flow through <strong>the</strong> Jet d’Eau again. I trust I haven’t<br />
missed too much intrigue’<br />
‘None at all,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier said with his usual polite reserve. ‘Now, if we’re all ready-’<br />
‘I am, thank you,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> interrupted as he stepped forward, and, without<br />
anyone quite catching how he did so, took Harry’s seat between <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> Reptiles, leaving<br />
<strong>the</strong> hapless physician standing bewildered by <strong>the</strong> Benton’s side. Both Benton and Sarah Jane<br />
locked eyes and shared a quick smile, just as <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> spoke.<br />
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‘You both must have some very interesting information. Let’s hear it.’<br />
It was Ichtar who answered.<br />
‘Like your military forces, <strong>the</strong> Reptilian Duality has been monitoring <strong>the</strong> aggravated<br />
turnings <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> planet. We have discovered that <strong>the</strong>re is a connection between <strong>the</strong> trembling<br />
and <strong>the</strong> release <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> poisoned blood.’<br />
‘Poisoned blood’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier interrupted. ‘Do you mean <strong>the</strong> substance we call<br />
Stalhmann’s Gas’<br />
‘Correct, human,’ Decrix responded. ‘We have also determined that <strong>the</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
earthquakes is <strong>the</strong> upward thrust <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blood from within <strong>the</strong> planet towards <strong>the</strong> surface.<br />
Most disturbing <strong>of</strong> all, it appears that <strong>the</strong>re is a pattern to this movement.’<br />
‘What sort <strong>of</strong> pattern’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> asked, now very intrigued. Ichtar spoke next.<br />
‘It is a global movement; <strong>of</strong> that much we are certain. We have compiled a<br />
holographic planetary marking system to demonstrate our <strong>the</strong>ory.’<br />
‘Brighten our understanding,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> droned, to which Baron Macsen added,<br />
‘Agreed. This should be most fascinating to see.’<br />
Ichtar extended his left arm and turned <strong>the</strong> underside <strong>of</strong> his paw upwards. Laced in<br />
an intricate pattern <strong>of</strong> thin gold filaments upon <strong>the</strong> pale green skin <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> claw was an array<br />
<strong>of</strong> metal. Ichtar flexed his talons and <strong>the</strong> array flared with light, and a smoky haze puffed up<br />
into <strong>the</strong> air to hover a few inches above <strong>the</strong> Silurian’s claw. Ichtar flexed his talons and <strong>the</strong><br />
glistening smoke shifted and formed an image <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>, complete with <strong>the</strong> oceans and<br />
continents. Ano<strong>the</strong>r flex <strong>of</strong> talons and <strong>the</strong> holographic <strong>Earth</strong> changed in colour from blue<br />
oceans and green-brown land masses to a ball <strong>of</strong> different hues <strong>of</strong> red, orange, yellow.<br />
‘Ah, a <strong>the</strong>rmonuclear view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> planet. How very specific,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> murmured<br />
with an almost impressed tone.<br />
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‘Correct, human,’ Decrix replied, to which <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> shot <strong>the</strong> Sea Devil a bulging<br />
stare and muttered darkly, ‘<strong>Doctor</strong> will do.’ Decrix blinked his own gigantic eyes while Ichtar<br />
continued to explain <strong>the</strong> demonstration.<br />
‘As <strong>the</strong> graphic indicates, our planet’s subterranean heat levels are far beyond <strong>the</strong><br />
normal temperature range. <strong>The</strong> deep red lines visible all over <strong>the</strong> globe are <strong>the</strong> underground<br />
channels through which <strong>the</strong> poison blood are flowing. This is a concern in itself, but <strong>the</strong>re is<br />
a deeper mystery.’<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was ano<strong>the</strong>r twitch <strong>of</strong> talons and <strong>the</strong> miniature world darkened to black,<br />
marked by several white dots scattered in random positions all over <strong>the</strong> holographic globe.<br />
This time Decrix spoke.<br />
<strong>The</strong> scientists <strong>of</strong> our Duality have traced <strong>the</strong> flow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blood to <strong>the</strong>se points on <strong>the</strong><br />
globe. What <strong>the</strong>y are we do not yet know, but we have been able to determine that at each<br />
location <strong>the</strong>re is also a dormant volcano.’<br />
Yes,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> said, a deep feeling flavouring his voice. ‘And so are your<br />
earthquakes, Brigadier.’<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier said, stepping close to his associate, ‘<strong>the</strong>re’s obviously some<br />
significance to <strong>the</strong>se locations and <strong>the</strong> havoc <strong>the</strong>y’re causing. I suggest we form an<br />
immediate plan <strong>of</strong> attack to analyse <strong>the</strong> situation fur<strong>the</strong>r.’<br />
Attack Analyse Make up your mind, Brigadier; you can’t blow things apart and put<br />
<strong>the</strong>m back toge<strong>the</strong>r again for careful study.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier sighed. ‘Do you have ano<strong>the</strong>r idea <strong>the</strong>n, <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
Oh, endless supplies <strong>of</strong> ideas! And I have one just now.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned to<br />
Ichtar. ‘Do you have a copy <strong>of</strong> this global map on board your ship’<br />
We have, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
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Wonderful!’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> jumped to his feet and faced his friends. ‘Now, who’s up<br />
for some underwater exploration’<br />
***<br />
Decades later Sir Alistair sighed from <strong>the</strong> weight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> memories <strong>of</strong> what occurred<br />
afterwards. He glanced down at his cup from <strong>of</strong> cocoa; it had turned cold as had <strong>the</strong> will to<br />
remember <strong>the</strong> past and <strong>the</strong> terrible mistakes <strong>the</strong>y had all made. He turned to speak to <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> but <strong>the</strong> Time Lord had left <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a; he was <strong>of</strong>f chatting with Liz and Jo. Lethbridge-<br />
Stewart decided not to interrupt his friend’s conversation; he stood from <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a, stretched,<br />
and looked upon Sarah Jane Smith with a smile.<br />
I ra<strong>the</strong>r feel up for a stroll around <strong>the</strong> gardens, Sarah. Would you care to join me’<br />
Sarah Jane beamed a caring smile at her old friend. She extended her hand.<br />
‘With you, Sir Alistair, always.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier leaned down and took Sarah Jane’s hand to help her to her feet. At<br />
that moment, oddly enough, she also began <strong>of</strong> think <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> past, and what happened to her<br />
on that day at Lake Geneva at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> May, 1976…<br />
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SARAH JANE’S MEMORY<br />
AN UNEDITED EXTRACT FROM THE NOVEL MOVING ON (2008), AN ENTRY IN THE<br />
MYSTERY OF THE DOCTOR SERIES BY SARAH JANE SMITH.<br />
LOOKING BACK ON THOSE DAYS SO LONG AGO, I CAN NOW SEE - EVEN IF I DIDN’T KNow<br />
or would never have considered it at <strong>the</strong> time - how my time with <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was almost at an end. It’s not<br />
as if I was growing weary or restless <strong>of</strong> my travels with him – absolutely not! – but by that point if I had<br />
stayed much longer I would never have been able to leave willingly, let alone survive without him.<br />
I’m not saying I was becoming dependent on <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>; it was more on <strong>the</strong> lines <strong>of</strong> my life was<br />
quickly becoming co-existent with his. It had been very different when I first met him, <strong>the</strong> dandy <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t an immediately eager member <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Time Lord’s travelling troupe. No,<br />
in <strong>the</strong> beginning I had a day job, a flat, a car, and a surprisingly normal life <strong>of</strong> my own outside <strong>of</strong> any<br />
extracurricular travels in space and time. To think I was ever actually content with that.<br />
Is it so hard to believe Let’s establish a context: Say <strong>the</strong> dandy <strong>Doctor</strong> had come to me one day and<br />
said: ‘Let’s go to Florana, Sarah.’ <strong>The</strong>n if he could persuade me to join him we might go to that planet via<br />
Exxilon or Psyogy or some o<strong>the</strong>r Universal Wonder, and <strong>the</strong>n pop back so I could catch my weekend<br />
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deadline. <strong>The</strong> next time we might go travelling might not be for some weeks, during which time some<br />
<strong>Earth</strong>bound danger or an alien invasion might chance to irritate <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, which would always catch <strong>the</strong><br />
dandy <strong>Doctor</strong>’s attention, and usually mine as well. Of course, I still had my own mundane responsibilities,<br />
so when my life outside <strong>of</strong> UNIT conflicted with <strong>the</strong> dandy <strong>Doctor</strong>’s abundantly open schedule, <strong>the</strong>n someone<br />
else might take <strong>the</strong>ir place by his side, like <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, or John, or ever dear Jeremy. So many old friends<br />
knew <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> <strong>the</strong>n; it’s a shame Brendan never got to meet him.<br />
But after <strong>the</strong> change <strong>the</strong> bohemian <strong>Doctor</strong> came along and everything was different: he cut ties with<br />
UNIT, only made an occasional, grudging visit to help <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, and broadened his exceptionally widejourneying<br />
horizons. I think it was his way <strong>of</strong> getting back to himself after living on <strong>Earth</strong> for so long, about<br />
living a Time Lord’s life again. And <strong>the</strong>n after Harry left, or ra<strong>the</strong>r opted not to risk ano<strong>the</strong>r dangerous trip,<br />
I was <strong>the</strong> only thing to remind <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> <strong>of</strong> his time bound to <strong>Earth</strong>. And yet he wanted me to stay. And<br />
our life toge<strong>the</strong>r was …indescribable. Oh, but don’t think <strong>the</strong>re weren’t times I wanted to strangle him with<br />
his scarf or poke his bulging eyes; he could be that infuriatingly alo<strong>of</strong>. But most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> time I just wanted to<br />
stop and smell <strong>the</strong> air, or just stare at him and smile. Yes, I really was that happy.<br />
Except for one thing: <strong>the</strong> absence <strong>of</strong> friends. Like I said, early on <strong>the</strong> bohemian <strong>Doctor</strong> had quickly<br />
distanced himself from his colleagues at UNIT, and soon each visit with <strong>the</strong>m had one more friend gone: first<br />
Mike, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, <strong>the</strong>n John and Harry, until at last when we battled <strong>the</strong> Krynoids at that fanatic<br />
Harrison Chase’s awful castle <strong>the</strong>re was only UNIT personnel fighting with us, but no UNIT friends.<br />
That’s what made this adventure so much <strong>the</strong> more personally thrilling for me: everyone was <strong>the</strong>re, and I<br />
mean everyone. Even Osgood had been in Geneva to see us <strong>of</strong>f with <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> Reptiles. <strong>The</strong> fact that we were<br />
going back to Antarctica with everyone in tow just made <strong>the</strong> trip feel…more right somehow, like a make-up<br />
for missed opportunities. Little did we know how much we were about to lose.<br />
But <strong>the</strong>re’s no need to get ahead <strong>of</strong> ourselves. We only need to find our place. And at this point we,<br />
(or <strong>the</strong>y - forgive my need to distance myself from what would soon become extraordinarily unpleasant events)<br />
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were slipping through <strong>the</strong> darkness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> oceans. <strong>The</strong> Sea Devil ocean seeker’s sleek grey-green metal hull<br />
sliced through thick clusters <strong>of</strong> deep-green seaweed swaying gently in <strong>the</strong> dark blue ocean void. Waves <strong>of</strong><br />
intense warmth radiating from <strong>the</strong> earth floor rippled along <strong>the</strong> seeker’s heat-resistance outer frame. All else<br />
was silent and still in <strong>the</strong> deep. Inside <strong>the</strong> command module <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ship, Decrix’s crew was engaged in<br />
navigating <strong>the</strong> craft, with Benton and Yates closely monitoring <strong>the</strong>ir progress. Sarah Jane, Harry, and <strong>the</strong><br />
Brigadier were seated around a stalagmite-shaped central control unit, monitoring <strong>the</strong> seeker’s course with<br />
Decrix and Ichtar. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was glancing over <strong>the</strong> interior architecture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ship, which looked every bit<br />
like a vast underwater cavern; <strong>the</strong>y were even green spots <strong>of</strong> algae staining <strong>the</strong> stone-grey walls. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
touched a nearby wall, and felt no surprise to feel that it was in fact reinforced stone. <strong>The</strong> Time Lord raised<br />
his eyebrows and smirked.<br />
‘This is a remarkable vessel, Decrix, definitely designed for underwater transit. I wonder if you could<br />
live your whole life in <strong>the</strong>se conditions and be comfortable.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> waters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world are familiar to us, <strong>Doctor</strong>. We travel through <strong>the</strong>m with stealth.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> noticed <strong>the</strong> hard look <strong>of</strong> unease on <strong>the</strong> Brigadier’s face as he listened to Decrix’s<br />
comment, when Yates called over from <strong>the</strong> front-most station.<br />
‘ETA to co-ordinates in two minutes, sir.’<br />
‘Thank you, Mike,’ replied Lethbridge-Stewart. ‘That’s some good news. Now, Ichtar, you’re sure<br />
your Triad associates can convince <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> your race to honour our alliance’<br />
‘When <strong>the</strong> Triad decides, our race follows. We have survived this long based on that obedience.’<br />
‘That’s all jolly well,’ Harry inserted politely, ‘but I’m afraid I’ve missed <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong> why we’re on<br />
this deep sea dive.’<br />
‘To find answers, Harry, what else <strong>The</strong> primal liquid is flowing to specific points around <strong>the</strong> globe,<br />
all <strong>of</strong> which also happen to be <strong>the</strong> epicentres <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> earthquakes you’ve been investigating. So, <strong>the</strong> best chance<br />
<strong>of</strong> solving this problem is journeying to <strong>the</strong> nearest point where an earthquake hasn’t occurred and finding out<br />
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what’s <strong>the</strong>re. If that’s not obvious to you why did even bo<strong>the</strong>r coming along’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> retorted, looking<br />
down upon his former travelling companion. Harry shrugged his shoulders.<br />
‘I don’t know, old boy. I suppose I came because you’re all my friends, so why not help Besides, I<br />
didn’t quite take to that Baron chap; I’m ra<strong>the</strong>r glad he opted to stay behind.’<br />
‘Yes, but he insisted on being kept in <strong>the</strong> loop, didn’t he’ Sarah Jane said. ‘He certainly stared<br />
daggers at you, Brigadier, when you refused him.’<br />
‘Oh, believe me, Miss Smith; I’ve stared down far worse characters than an uptight aristocrat.<br />
Baron Macsen has my gratitude for ferrying us from Peru to Geneva, but <strong>the</strong>re my lies <strong>the</strong> limit <strong>of</strong> my<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>essional generosity.’<br />
‘Let’s just hope he doesn’t whine to <strong>the</strong> people in charge <strong>of</strong> your budget,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> quipped, who<br />
smiled broadly as <strong>the</strong> low drone <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vessel’s engine changed in pitch and <strong>the</strong> ship slowed.<br />
‘I think we’ve made it, don’t you’<br />
Benton spoke to confirm <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s rhetorical question. He <strong>the</strong>n double-checked <strong>the</strong> coordinates.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> ship’s systems are spot on, sir,’ he said, speaking to both <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier. Yates <strong>the</strong>n<br />
chimed in with more information.<br />
‘Based on <strong>the</strong>se co-ordinates, Brigadier, we are someone in <strong>the</strong> South Pole.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> South Pole’ Sarah Jane repeated, dumbstruck. ‘That’s not what I would call close to Geneva.’<br />
‘That’s what happens when your map doesn’t take into account several million years <strong>of</strong> continental<br />
drift,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> answered, taking long strides forward to join Benton and Yates at <strong>the</strong> forward module. He<br />
took a moment to study <strong>the</strong> sonar-relayed shape <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> underwater terrain.<br />
‘Definitely Antarctica, in <strong>the</strong> Bransfield Strait. And that -’ he pointed to a large crater-shaped<br />
structure on <strong>the</strong> red, white, and blue-hued image, ‘is a large submarine volcano. Just what I hoped we’d find.’<br />
Sarah Jane had stood by <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s side while he had spoken and <strong>the</strong>n took her turn to speak.<br />
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‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, listen, <strong>the</strong> last time we came to Antarctica, <strong>the</strong>re were <strong>the</strong> Krynoid pods, remember Do you<br />
think <strong>the</strong>y might have something to do with this’<br />
‘Intriguing thought, Sarah. It can’t be right though. No, this is something different; something much<br />
worse than overzealous weeds. No, whatever it is lies out <strong>the</strong>re.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stared at <strong>the</strong> screen and let its<br />
lurid glare wash over his face, as if communing with <strong>the</strong> image for <strong>the</strong> gift <strong>of</strong> inspiration. Suddenly, he pushed<br />
back.<br />
‘I’m going out <strong>the</strong>re for a closer look.’<br />
Sarah Jane’s jaw dropped; how did this man continue to find ways to surprise and shock her<br />
‘Now, wait just a moment,’ she started to say, even as <strong>the</strong> Brigadier advanced with his own protests.<br />
‘Really, <strong>Doctor</strong>, you aren’t sure what’s out <strong>the</strong>re.’<br />
‘Of course I’m not sure what’s out <strong>the</strong>re, that’s why I’ve got to find out for myself.’<br />
‘But you can’t!’ cried Sarah Jane, before quickly s<strong>of</strong>tening her voice and elaborating her concern,<br />
knowing <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> refused to recognise <strong>the</strong> word ‘can’t’ as a concept. ‘You see, you haven’t any equipment, a<br />
wetsuit, or even any oxygen to take with you.’<br />
‘Actually, miss, he does,’ said Benton. All eyes turned on <strong>the</strong> soldier, each in <strong>the</strong>ir own way<br />
awaiting an answer to his revelation.<br />
‘It’s just that Baron bloke, as we were leaving his yacht he pulled me aside and gave me an<br />
underwater diving suit – he said he had plenty so one borrowed wasn’t a problem - in case we needed to go out<br />
looking for anything.’<br />
Benton stepped over to one side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> module, crouched down, and stood again with <strong>the</strong> suit in his<br />
hands. It was sized for a taller man and cut from a lightweight black rubber. Attached to <strong>the</strong> neck <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
wetsuit was a dark silver round metal helmet with an oblong transparent visor set into its front. Several thin<br />
white tubes were affixed to <strong>the</strong> rubber in various locations. Benton, like a pitching salesman, pointed to <strong>the</strong>se<br />
accoutrements.<br />
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‘Look, it’s even got an oxygen tank and gage built right into <strong>the</strong> suit. <strong>The</strong>re are a whole lot <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
special gadgets and whats-its for scientific stuff, perfect for you, Doc. It’s a right beautiful set-up.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leaned back and raised his eyebrows. He <strong>the</strong>n cantered his hat over his curls and stepped<br />
forward to stand before Benton. He leaned close and whispered loud enough for all to hear.<br />
‘Second Lieutenant, you realise that everyone else is probably thinking you’re helping me make a<br />
terrible mistake.’<br />
For a moment Benton looked as if he were facing a court-martial. <strong>The</strong>n he sighed and shrugged his<br />
shoulders.<br />
‘Well, Doc, after all this time I figure you’d find a way to make your own mistakes. Besides <strong>the</strong>re’s<br />
no point trying to stop you once you’ve set your mind, is <strong>the</strong>re’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> took <strong>the</strong> diving suit from Benton’s hands and bared his teeth in a wide smile.<br />
‘Precisely.’<br />
Ten minutes later a very tense Brigadier was standing with a very worried Sarah Jane in a dimly-lit<br />
passageway before <strong>the</strong> inner hatchway <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vessel’s main airlock and watching <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, fully dressed in<br />
<strong>the</strong> Baron’s loaned wetsuit, making <strong>the</strong> final adjustments to <strong>the</strong> suit’s air gauges and miniaturised propellant<br />
system.<br />
‘This really is a most advanced wetsuit, Sarah,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> said. ‘Almost too advanced,’ he added<br />
under his breath. ‘But we should consider borrowing a few more for our next coral gazing excursion. I know<br />
a wonderful place near <strong>the</strong> centre <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> E<strong>the</strong>rsius Galaxy.’<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, I’m not convinced this is <strong>the</strong> wisest course <strong>of</strong> action you can take under <strong>the</strong>se conditions,’ <strong>the</strong><br />
Brigadier admonished his associate.<br />
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‘Yes, I’m inclined to agree with <strong>the</strong> Brigadier,’ Sarah Jane added. ‘I mean, it’s very cold out <strong>the</strong>re,<br />
and with so much water pressure, and what if this underwater volcano decides to erupt all <strong>of</strong> sudden, or some<br />
<strong>of</strong> that green fluid makes it to <strong>the</strong> surface, or -’<br />
‘Brigadier, Sarah Jane, I don’t plan on dying today, so don’t fuss! Besides, I’ve survived Krakatoa!<br />
Now get back to <strong>the</strong> command module; this suit has videolink which I’ve keyed into <strong>the</strong> Sea Devils’<br />
communications system. You should see and hear everything I do.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leaned close and spoke with a<br />
conspiratorial whisper. ‘So keep your eyes and ears open.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> gave his friends a curt nod and <strong>the</strong>n placed <strong>the</strong> suit’s helmet over his head and fastened<br />
its safety catches. <strong>The</strong>n through <strong>the</strong> oblong transparency <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> helmet’s visor, he flashed <strong>the</strong>m a friendly smile,<br />
before promptly turning to a wall-mounted panel and toggling one <strong>of</strong> its two large grey buttons. <strong>The</strong> airlock’s<br />
inner hatchway rolled open and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stepped through. <strong>The</strong> hatch promptly re-sealed after him. Through<br />
<strong>the</strong> glass <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hatch, <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and Sarah Jane saw <strong>the</strong> Time Lord toggle a similar button system on <strong>the</strong><br />
airlock wall, and <strong>the</strong> chamber filled with seawater. Once filled, <strong>the</strong> outer door to <strong>the</strong> airlock cracked open and<br />
for a moment <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> floated in <strong>the</strong> dark water, suspended motionless like a puppet without a master.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he threw <strong>the</strong>m a hearty wave, heaved a strong kick with his legs, and shot out into <strong>the</strong> ocean. It was<br />
<strong>the</strong>n both <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and Sarah Jane realised <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> had forgotten to say good-bye.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two friends watched <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> swim through <strong>the</strong> dark waters for as long as <strong>the</strong>y could see his<br />
long-boned figure. After <strong>the</strong> darkness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> deep claimed <strong>the</strong>ir visual contact, Sarah Jane and turned away<br />
from <strong>the</strong> portal’s viewer. She and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier left <strong>the</strong> inner airlock chamber and began to make <strong>the</strong>ir way<br />
back to <strong>the</strong> seeker’s control module. All was silent within <strong>the</strong> ancient craft, save for <strong>the</strong> rumbling drone <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
ship’s intricate engines and <strong>the</strong> creak <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> metal hull resisting <strong>the</strong> massive underwater pressure pushing<br />
against all sides <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> craft. And <strong>the</strong>n an alarm began to wail.<br />
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A couple <strong>of</strong> minutes later Sarah Jane and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier reached <strong>the</strong> command deck after hurrying<br />
through <strong>the</strong> bowels <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ship. <strong>The</strong> seeker’s forward module’s communication system was flooded and<br />
overloading with incoming signals garbling one ano<strong>the</strong>r for dominance. Ichtar bent over a scanning device.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re is a massive embolism transpiring across <strong>the</strong> planet’s entire electromagnetic spectrum. Wea<strong>the</strong>r<br />
patterns are fluctuating globally.’<br />
On <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> command module Decrix scanned a large read-out screen. ‘<strong>The</strong>re are seismic<br />
shifts occurring upon every continental mass, beneath most ocean beds. <strong>The</strong> rate is building.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re’s more, sir,’ Benton interjected, standing from his communication post and hurrying over to<br />
hand <strong>the</strong> Brigadier a UNIT two-way radio. ‘Reports from <strong>the</strong> lads back at UNIT HQ Geneva: <strong>the</strong>y say<br />
<strong>the</strong>re are reports <strong>of</strong> Stahlmann’s Gas breaking <strong>the</strong> surface all over <strong>the</strong> world, from cave systems, volcanoes, sea<br />
vents, even <strong>the</strong> Grand Canyon in America! It’s all gone mad, sir. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>’s bleeding and we can’t stop it.’<br />
Without warning <strong>the</strong> seeker’s communication system cleared and a voice filtered through <strong>the</strong> central<br />
speaker. <strong>The</strong> voice was thin and rasping, but <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and his associates recognised him immediately. It<br />
was <strong>the</strong> voice <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master. He spoke like an old friend greeting long-lost relatives.<br />
‘My dear Brigadier, Mr. Benton, Lieutenant Colonel Yates, Miss Smith, and <strong>the</strong> ill-qualified Dr.<br />
Sullivan. How sweet it is to see you all once more. Please don’t concern yourselves wondering how I can<br />
eavesdrop on your present location, just know that I can.’<br />
As Decrix and Ichtar organised <strong>the</strong> Sea Devil crew to investigate <strong>the</strong> source <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> intruding<br />
transmission, <strong>the</strong> people <strong>the</strong> Master’s intended audience clustered around <strong>the</strong> main communication terminal.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier barked a reply.<br />
‘You fiend. What are you doing here’<br />
‘Tut, tut, Brigadier, is that any way to speak to your betters I am a Baron <strong>the</strong>se days after all.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Brigadier willed his eyes not to widen at <strong>the</strong> Master’s revelation. His thoughts raced. Baron<br />
Macsen was <strong>the</strong> Master all along. He’s been manipulating us for weeks! Lethbridge-Stewart kept his voice<br />
nonplussed and quickly crafted a reply.<br />
‘Unless you plan on living <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> your wretched life in a comfortless cell, I suggest you evacuate<br />
this planet immediately.’<br />
‘Now, be reasonable, Brigadier. After all this time you must at least give me <strong>the</strong> courtesy <strong>of</strong><br />
assuming that I hold your life in my hands. This really is most unbecoming behaviour for one already<br />
defeated.’<br />
‘You’re an even denser fool than <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> thinks if you believe that,’ Sarah Jane retorted, even as<br />
a chilling fear gripped her mind. Just where is <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> <strong>The</strong> Master replied with complete nonchalance, as<br />
if her words were not even audible.<br />
‘Really, Miss Smith, why don’t you do something lady-like while <strong>the</strong> men discuss <strong>the</strong>ir business’<br />
‘Don’t you talk to her that way, you devil,’ Benton snapped, his fists tightening, but <strong>the</strong> Master’s<br />
voice shook with amusement.<br />
‘Oh, I have so looked forward to this moment, but it is an instant which must now pass. Such a<br />
pity. I’m sure you’re all wondering where <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> is at this moment, and so as a parting gift I will oblige<br />
you with an answer.’<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was an electronic squeal within <strong>the</strong> communication network. A moment passed and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong><br />
central monitor pixilated to re-form into an image <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, who was writhing in terrible pain upon <strong>the</strong><br />
ocean floor. Green tendrils <strong>of</strong> energy had burnt through most <strong>of</strong> his wetsuit and his helmet had shattered,<br />
exposing him to <strong>the</strong> freezing underwater depths. Sarah Jane’s hands covered her mouth in horror and tears<br />
prickled her eyes. Yates and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier made to order Decrix to move <strong>the</strong> ship in for a rescue, but <strong>the</strong><br />
Master’s pit-black eyes superimposed over <strong>the</strong> underwater scene and he spoke once more.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re is no point in acting to save <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. He is already gone. Behold!’<br />
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All stared in horror as <strong>the</strong> Master’s eyes burnt with green fire. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s writhing body was<br />
haloed in a tremendous burst <strong>of</strong> light and <strong>the</strong> rock-face directly beneath him exploded. <strong>The</strong> seeker lurched and<br />
careened in <strong>the</strong> deep from <strong>the</strong> mammoth shock waves, but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s friends paid total attention to <strong>the</strong><br />
image on <strong>the</strong> screen, which showed beneath <strong>the</strong> icy strata a geyser <strong>of</strong> green ooze – Sarah Jane felt her heart<br />
clench. It was Stahlmann’s Gas! - surged into <strong>the</strong> ocean and engulfed <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. Green flames ignited upon<br />
his skin and wrea<strong>the</strong>d his body. His bulging eyes, set in a face horrifically contorted with monstrous pain,<br />
were <strong>the</strong> last thing visible before <strong>the</strong> liquid flames consumed <strong>the</strong>m. <strong>The</strong>n he disappeared completely. Onboard<br />
<strong>the</strong> seeker <strong>the</strong> Sea Devil crew was caught in frantic action. Damaged by <strong>the</strong> sudden sea tremors, <strong>the</strong> ship’s<br />
engines stalled and <strong>the</strong> craft began to list and tilt. An alarm system wailed on <strong>the</strong> vessel’s intercom. <strong>The</strong> crew<br />
scrambled around <strong>the</strong> deck instruments, some claimed that <strong>the</strong> water temperature had skyrocketed, o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
monitoring <strong>the</strong> increasing seismic disturbances, o<strong>the</strong>r attempting to stabilise <strong>the</strong> engines. But amongst <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s friends <strong>the</strong>re was silence, a silence worse than death. It lasted only a moment. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier stepped<br />
forward and seized Decrix’s arm.<br />
‘Get this ship down to <strong>the</strong> seabed now. We’ve got to rescue <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>!’<br />
‘That is an unwise course <strong>of</strong> action. We have lost main power to our engines and are <strong>the</strong> secondary<br />
generators are straining at maximum capacity. We must flee before we also lose our lives.’<br />
‘No one’s lost <strong>the</strong>ir life yet. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s still alive; he must be. Now get us down <strong>the</strong>re!’<br />
‘Human,’ this time <strong>the</strong> voice was from Ichtar. ‘I have already checked <strong>the</strong> life readings. <strong>The</strong>re are<br />
none outside <strong>the</strong> craft. Your friend, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, is dead.’<br />
‘An excellent conclusion, you sli<strong>the</strong>ring beast,’ <strong>the</strong> Master purred, his gloating voice brimming in<br />
triumph throughout <strong>the</strong> command module. ‘I must concur with your findings, and I do so with joy.’<br />
‘Joy’ Sarah Jane spat, his quavering voice almost hiccupping with fear and sorrow. ‘What can you<br />
possibly know <strong>of</strong> joy’<br />
‘I know enough to feel it in abundance now that <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> is well and truly dead.’<br />
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‘He’s not dead. He can’t have died.’<br />
‘Oh, I assure he can, Miss Smith, and he has. But if you and your friends can’t bear <strong>the</strong> thought <strong>of</strong><br />
life without <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong>n who am I to deny you joining him in death’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master inhaled sharply. <strong>The</strong>n upon <strong>the</strong> screen his eyes glowed with light once more. Immediately<br />
<strong>the</strong> seeker’s trembled; its instruments caught fire and burst open, spilling conductive fluids and cabling across<br />
<strong>the</strong> command deck. <strong>The</strong> Master cackled with demonic glee, before <strong>the</strong> glow <strong>of</strong> his eyes darkened and <strong>the</strong> Time<br />
Lord began hacking a phlegmatic cough strong enough to make him wheeze and tense for breath. Yet even in<br />
his extreme distress, <strong>the</strong> Master still managed a final, bitter parting.<br />
‘Farewell, my favourite primitives.’<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> seeker shook with apocalyptic throwing all within to <strong>the</strong> ground amongst soot, ash,<br />
and debris as <strong>the</strong> inner hull buckled and burst open and <strong>the</strong> unnaturally boiling waters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Antarctic<br />
poured into <strong>the</strong> breach. Sarah Jane ran against <strong>the</strong> onslaught; she slipped on <strong>the</strong> slick stone floor and crashed<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> ground. She chocked on <strong>the</strong> rising water; she had no breath…<br />
In years to come, <strong>the</strong>re were few things Sarah Jane Smith would remember <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> frantic moments which<br />
followed <strong>the</strong> Master’s attack and her submersion in <strong>the</strong> flood. She would not remember <strong>the</strong> Brigadier’s strong<br />
hands lifting her from <strong>the</strong> ground, nor his impassioned calls to any who could hear to follow him to safety. She<br />
found she could not recall being carried down corridors <strong>of</strong> twisted metal and sparking flames, nor being<br />
bundled into an escape craft by Benton and Yates mere moments before <strong>the</strong> seeker’s engines imploded to force<br />
a massive detonation. And she would recollect nothing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pod’s desperate flight across endless depths <strong>of</strong><br />
water seething with green poison beneath a land chocked with fire, smoke, and rivers <strong>of</strong> blood. For years to<br />
come, <strong>the</strong> only things Sarah Jane Smith would remember <strong>of</strong> her darkest day were <strong>the</strong> merciless sensations <strong>of</strong><br />
numbing loneliness and crushing fear…<br />
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JOHN BENTON’S BARN AT HILSEY HALT, GLOUCHESTERSHIRE, 8TH JANUARY 2008<br />
Within <strong>the</strong> shadows voices echoed through thick walls.<br />
‘Honestly, Sarah Jane, it’s no trouble at all to show you around <strong>the</strong> TARDIS once<br />
more. Although what you mean by liking <strong>the</strong> old look I’ve no idea.’<br />
‘Oh, forget I said anything about it.’<br />
‘As you wish. Ah, here we are.’<br />
A handle turned and a door swung open releasing a slab <strong>of</strong> light into <strong>the</strong> darkened<br />
room. Sarah Jane Smith, age fifty-six, and General Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart<br />
followed <strong>the</strong> broad figure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> into <strong>the</strong> shadow-seeped chamber. In <strong>the</strong> semidarkness,<br />
<strong>the</strong> patchwork colours <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Time Lord’s long coat were like shard <strong>of</strong> light<br />
refracted in a black prism.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re. I made sure your room was kept nice and tidy, Sarah.’<br />
‘Hopefully it wasn’t too much work,’ she muttered, as she stepped over <strong>the</strong><br />
threshold. She stood still for a moment, letting herself immerse in <strong>the</strong> pleasant memories <strong>the</strong><br />
room held for her. ‘Oh, it’s just like I left it! Oh, I’m sorry, Brigadier, please do come in.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier walked forward joined his friends inside <strong>the</strong> preserved bedroom.<br />
‘Very charming, Sarah, much like your aunt’s cottage. How long has it been since you<br />
were last here if you don’t mind my asking’<br />
Sarah Jane flashed Sir Alistair a warm smile.<br />
‘From you, Brigadier, I don’t mind anything. But it’s so hard to say how it’s been<br />
since I was here last, or even how long I spent here when we travelled toge<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Is it<br />
<strong>the</strong> same for you’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, who was looking quite distracted, took a moment to respond.<br />
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‘Hmm Oh, well, if time is relative <strong>the</strong>n memory is an even more distant relation.<br />
Still, it has been such a long time – are you quite sure you left it in here’<br />
‘I can’t think where else it could be; when we parted company you were in such a<br />
hurry to send me <strong>of</strong>f I must have forgotten it in <strong>the</strong> rush. On that note, why did you have to<br />
go home so badly, <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
‘As is so <strong>of</strong>ten an occurrence in my life, Sarah, it was ano<strong>the</strong>r one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master’s<br />
tricks, which I can’t say I include amongst my most precious recollections.’<br />
‘I can’t say I blame you – ah ha!’<br />
Sarah Jane strode forward to <strong>the</strong> four-poster bed and picked up a small lea<strong>the</strong>rbound<br />
book. She held it in her palm and let her fingers rub <strong>the</strong> covers and spine. <strong>The</strong><br />
Brigadier voiced his curiosity.<br />
‘Is it some sort <strong>of</strong> album, Sarah’<br />
‘Not quite, Brigadier; it’s my journal. I kept it during my time here in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS. I<br />
left it here, too, so long ago. I’ve been looking for material for my next novel; and I’ve been<br />
reminded how important it is to have fresh detailed information to draw upon.’<br />
‘Sarah…’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier droned with weary resignation.<br />
‘Oh, don’t worry, Brigadier, I’ll change all your names before <strong>the</strong> publication, I just<br />
haven’t got round to that point in <strong>the</strong> editing. But I promise I haven’t forgotten which acts<br />
<strong>of</strong> secrecy I’ve signed.’<br />
It was a definitely displeased throat-clearing from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> that really grabbed<br />
Sarah Jane’s attention, as he placed his hands on his yellow-and-black-striped hips and cast a<br />
stern glance in her direction.<br />
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‘Am I correct in assuming this narrative would be <strong>the</strong> latest in your intrepid series <strong>of</strong><br />
heroic adventures featuring <strong>the</strong> mysterious fellow known only as ‘<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>,’ who identity<br />
and exploits are clearly lifted from <strong>the</strong> events <strong>of</strong> my own life’<br />
Sarah Jane almost dropped <strong>the</strong> journal in embarrassment. Of course, she had never<br />
secured permission from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> to use him as <strong>the</strong> inspiration <strong>of</strong> her novel range; but<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, how could she have found him to ask<br />
‘Yes, <strong>Doctor</strong>, you’re correct. Do you disapprove’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s face s<strong>of</strong>tened and spread with a wide smile. He reached over and<br />
rubbed her nose.<br />
‘Of course not; if one is going to be plagiarised <strong>the</strong>n it might as well be done by <strong>the</strong><br />
best. You certainly are better at it than Iris.’<br />
For one wonderful moment Sarah Jane felt as if she were about to burst with happy<br />
pride, but she subdued herself with a glowing smile. As she, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier<br />
turned to exit her old room and re-join <strong>the</strong> reunion outside, Sarah Jane studied <strong>the</strong> aged<br />
journal in her hands.<br />
‘To think what incredible things <strong>the</strong>se pages must remember.’<br />
Sarah Jane let <strong>the</strong> book fall open at random and <strong>the</strong>n read <strong>the</strong> revealed page. <strong>The</strong><br />
entry she discovered indeed brought back long-departed memories, but one she never<br />
wanted to return…<br />
FROM THE JOURNAL OF SARAH JANE SMITH, ANTARCTICA, 29TH MAY 1976<br />
I should have died. I wish I had. Why couldn’t <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> have listened to us, why didn’t he stay where it<br />
was safe Now he’s…oh, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Where are you<br />
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We’ve been underwater for twelve hours now. When it exploded <strong>the</strong> seeker pushed us far <strong>of</strong>f course.<br />
Ichtar and Decrix, who were <strong>the</strong> only o<strong>the</strong>r survivors, managed to steer <strong>the</strong> pod back towards Antarctica.<br />
Benton has been on <strong>the</strong> ship’s radio trying to raise UNIT HQ, but no one’s answering, not Geneva nor <strong>the</strong><br />
UK. And that’s not <strong>the</strong> only thing worrying us: this is <strong>the</strong> South Pole and <strong>the</strong> water is hot, boiling even. <strong>The</strong><br />
pod’s external sensors tell us <strong>the</strong>re’s a lot a smoke and ash in <strong>the</strong> air, too, and <strong>the</strong> ash is volcanic.<br />
Something’s gone wrong. Wrong When does it ever go right anymore<br />
Finally, a little freedom to walk around! We came aground about two minutes ago. By Mike’s<br />
calculations by rights we’re near enough to South Bend, give or take a few days’ hike across <strong>the</strong> ice, which<br />
none <strong>of</strong> us fancies. <strong>The</strong> pod had a lot <strong>of</strong> trouble finding solid ice to anchor itself; it’s as if <strong>the</strong> surface has<br />
changed somehow, turned to slush. I hope it’s not all that way; I feel imprisoned in here.<br />
30TH MAY 1976<br />
It’s been six hours since icefall. I’m not sure where we are but it doesn’t look like Antarctica, it’s more like<br />
<strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> moon, if <strong>the</strong> moon were made <strong>of</strong> green cheese, with little craters and holes all over <strong>the</strong> place<br />
filled with warm steam. Imagine, water on <strong>the</strong> moon. We’ve set up a temporary camp on a solid enough patch<br />
<strong>of</strong> ice from <strong>the</strong> few supplies rationed in <strong>the</strong> pod, which wasn’t much. We’ve only got our environmental suits to<br />
keep us warm, one tent for seven people – two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m not even human! -, not enough food for a party that<br />
size, and water we daren’t drink. It’s just ano<strong>the</strong>r vacation that’s not a vacation, and it might be our last day<br />
alive. Typical.<br />
31ST MAY 1976<br />
Late last night I awoke to s<strong>of</strong>t sounds in <strong>the</strong> darkness. I got up and edged near <strong>the</strong> tent flap, making sure not<br />
to wake <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs. My ear was close to <strong>the</strong> tent to listen. I heard voices, inhuman and bubbling. And <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was someone else speaking. It was so familiar. I opened <strong>the</strong> tent a little and saw through <strong>the</strong> crack Ichtar and<br />
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Decrix standing with a third figure ba<strong>the</strong>d in a bright green light, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> glowing person touched <strong>the</strong> two<br />
reptiles and <strong>the</strong>y all…just winked out. <strong>The</strong>re had been a small electric spark and a whoosh <strong>of</strong> air. I could<br />
smell a sharp tang <strong>of</strong> ozone. Now I’ve travelled within <strong>the</strong> TARDIS long enough to know matter<br />
transmission when I smell it. So <strong>the</strong> question now becomes just who exactly came to take Ichtar and Decrix,<br />
and where did <strong>the</strong>y go And why<br />
I told <strong>the</strong> Brigadier all about it early in <strong>the</strong> morning. He suspected an ambush and ordered us to<br />
break camp immediately. We’ve been moving towards South Bend, but it’s slow going. <strong>The</strong> Brig knows how<br />
to get to <strong>the</strong> base, but a storm’s come up all around us and our compasses have stopped working – <strong>the</strong> needles<br />
just spin. Wherever we are, we’ve been hiking all day and we’re all exhausted. Looks like we’re making<br />
camp again, but this time <strong>the</strong> Brig’s ordered an all-night watch. Mike’s volunteered to take <strong>the</strong> first shift, but<br />
I hope he’ll be careful; <strong>the</strong>re’s only one gun.<br />
1ST JUNE 1976<br />
I’d only just dozed when I heard <strong>the</strong> gunshot. <strong>The</strong>re were sounds <strong>of</strong> a struggle and Mike was yelling. <strong>The</strong> Brig<br />
and Benton were already bolting out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tent while Harry was trying to keep me from going outside. I must<br />
have given a fierce look because he let me go and <strong>the</strong>n I was out. It was so dark but I could see…things, dark<br />
hairy creatures dragging Mike away from <strong>the</strong> camp. He was kicking and struggling but <strong>the</strong>y wouldn’t let go.<br />
I couldn’t think; I don’t know what possessed me, but I just lost my head. I saw Mike’s gun lying in <strong>the</strong><br />
show. I reached down to <strong>the</strong> ground, grabbed <strong>the</strong> gun, pointed in <strong>the</strong> air, and fired. Whatever <strong>the</strong>y were, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
all growled and scattered, dropping Mike right <strong>the</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> snow. We all ran over to where he was. He was<br />
barely conscious and his environmental suit was ripped to shreds but somehow <strong>the</strong>re wasn’t a mark on him; it<br />
was if whatever attacked him had only wanted to get to him but not hurt him. Harry and Benton helped<br />
Mike to his feet, but <strong>the</strong>y were lucky not to drop <strong>the</strong>mselves; we were all so cold and tired we hadn’t once<br />
taken <strong>of</strong>f our suits. Without <strong>the</strong>m our hands and feet would be frostbitten by now for sure. <strong>The</strong> Brig <strong>the</strong>n<br />
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ordered us back to <strong>the</strong> camp for rest. I’ve never heard him sound so tired and careworn, or worried. I’ve<br />
known him too long not to know when he’s scared, and that’s when I feel terrified. Except now I feel worse<br />
than that.<br />
I don’t know <strong>the</strong> time but it must be long past midnight. <strong>The</strong> temperature’s dropped very quickly.<br />
Because <strong>of</strong> whatever is melting <strong>the</strong> ice here it’s not as cold as it was when <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and I were here<br />
investigating <strong>the</strong> Krynoid pod, but it’s still cold. Freezing, even. We’ll have to stop soon. Everyone’s tired,<br />
edgy, and quiet. <strong>The</strong> landscape around has an eerie green glow, dull so it’s hardly visible, but it’s <strong>the</strong>re,<br />
enough to make even <strong>the</strong> sky look sick. It’s all so disturbing. Worse, I thought I just saw <strong>the</strong> green light<br />
again, <strong>the</strong> same when Decrix and Ichtar disappeared, shining far <strong>of</strong>f in <strong>the</strong> distant wasteland. Did it really<br />
just wave to me It’s gone now.<br />
2ND JUNE 1976<br />
Mr. Benton keeps trying to contact <strong>the</strong> base via radio but <strong>the</strong>re’s no answer, not a whisper. He’s grown<br />
distant, doesn’t speak; he’s completely thrown himself into <strong>the</strong> march. I know why he’s gone cold: he’s beside<br />
himself with grief; he blames himself for <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s…no. Best not to think it. But Benton’s not alone. We<br />
all wish we’d seen through <strong>the</strong> Master’s disguise, I mean it was so obvious –who else would call him <strong>the</strong><br />
Great, Greater, and Greatest Horrible monster, I wish I could…no. Best not to think it because if I do<br />
<strong>the</strong>n I start to wonder where <strong>the</strong> Master is right now – is he watching us in his TARDIS, laughing as we<br />
stumble, or is he waiting for us close by, choosing <strong>the</strong> right moment to strike<br />
3RD JUNE 1976<br />
I think we’ve finally got some hope. <strong>The</strong>re was static on <strong>the</strong> radio and Benton picked up a signal earlier; he<br />
thinks it’s from South Bend. <strong>The</strong> voice at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r end didn’t so much speak as whisper, but if <strong>the</strong> reports we<br />
got before <strong>the</strong> seeker went down were true, <strong>the</strong>n we’ve all got big problems now. <strong>The</strong> Brig is determined to get<br />
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to <strong>the</strong> base by nightfall, and I hope we make it. Mike’s acting strange; he’s breathing poorly and pale. He<br />
walks like he’s in a daze and <strong>the</strong> -noises he makes; it’s almost like he’s growling. And I’ve heard something<br />
like that sound somewhere else, all around us when we sleep at night. It’s as if something’s surrounding us,<br />
like wolves circling a sheep herd. I don’t think I’ll manage any sleep tonight.<br />
THE ROSE GARDEN OF HILSEY HALT, 9TH JANUARY 2008<br />
Almost thirty-two years later Sarah Jane Smith sat on a white wicker chair placed between<br />
two hedge rows in John Benton’s rose garden. Benton himself had taken <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r guests on<br />
a tour <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> countryside surrounding his home, Hilsey Halt, about thirty minutes earlier.<br />
Sarah Jane had decided to stay back at <strong>the</strong> house and finish her breakfast, but had promised<br />
to join <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs later. Her breakfast was now long since complete but a hunger remained<br />
insider, but not for food. Hers was a different hunger, a craving for memory, which even to<br />
her surprise had threatened to devour her unless she submitted to <strong>the</strong> urge to recall, and <strong>the</strong><br />
consumption lay in her own words.<br />
She had spent <strong>the</strong> last half hour reviewing <strong>the</strong> entries in her journal she had found in<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s TARDIS; and she remembered almost against her will those moments captured<br />
on paper and ink. She finished an entry and turned <strong>the</strong> page only to find a blank sheet. Of<br />
course, she realised, I never had <strong>the</strong> time to write down what happened next. And why would I want to<br />
return to that<br />
Sarah Jane was about to close <strong>the</strong> journal when a thin tube rolled out from between<br />
two pages within <strong>the</strong> centre crease along <strong>the</strong> book’s spine. <strong>The</strong> tube fell to rest upon her lap;<br />
she picked <strong>the</strong> object up and held it between her fingers. It was several moments before she<br />
recognised <strong>the</strong> device as <strong>the</strong> miniature sound recorder <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> – her <strong>Doctor</strong> – had built<br />
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for her all those years ago, and she remembered which sounds <strong>the</strong> device had recorded at<br />
South Bend Base on <strong>the</strong> 3rd June 1976.<br />
Sarah Jane sighed as she activated <strong>the</strong> playback on <strong>the</strong> recorder and let <strong>the</strong> past<br />
continue to haunt her…<br />
‘This is Sarah Jane Smith, recording from outside South Bend Base in Antarctica, or what’s left <strong>of</strong><br />
Antarctica. I’m switching over from written to recorded information for <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> time and <strong>the</strong> fact that I<br />
brought only one pen with me and it just ran out <strong>of</strong> ink. With luck someone will hear my words and know<br />
what’s happening out here.<br />
To be clear, my friends and I have made it to this military base safely. We’re tired, hungry, halfdelirious<br />
with aches and fear, but we’ve made it. But I don’t think we can count on a rescue. <strong>The</strong>re should be<br />
sentries here positioned hundreds <strong>of</strong> meters from <strong>the</strong> compound or at least some guards on site to see us coming<br />
from miles <strong>of</strong>f and order us an escort. Instead <strong>the</strong>re’s just <strong>the</strong> base, quiet and alone.<br />
We’ve made our way towards <strong>the</strong> base, and it’s worse than we thought. Much worse. It looks like<br />
<strong>the</strong>re may have been some sort <strong>of</strong> fire, maybe an explosion within <strong>the</strong> structure. <strong>The</strong> main complex is burn out<br />
and broken pieces <strong>of</strong> its dome are littered all over <strong>the</strong> ground. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> connective corridors have been blown<br />
apart. <strong>The</strong> blast pattern would indicate that someone had lined <strong>the</strong> spaces within <strong>the</strong> arterial tracks with<br />
explosives and <strong>the</strong>n detonated <strong>the</strong>m all at once. Oh my - <strong>the</strong>re’s a lot <strong>of</strong> blood staining <strong>the</strong> ice and <strong>the</strong> broken<br />
walls, and I think under this concrete slab <strong>the</strong>re’s a…well, what’s left <strong>of</strong> him.<br />
We’ve found <strong>the</strong> secondary command structure for South Bend. It looks to be intact and <strong>the</strong> station’s<br />
lights are on so it’s still got some kind <strong>of</strong> working generator. <strong>The</strong>re is a steel front hatch. With a video screen<br />
intercom set into <strong>the</strong> left wall <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hatch’s alcove. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier is going to try and contact whoever might be<br />
still inside. I’ll let him speak for himself.<br />
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‘Hello South Bend Base personnel Can anyone hear me This is Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart <strong>of</strong><br />
UNIT UK Division. We are five survivors <strong>of</strong> a deep sea mission seeking refuge. We have ill and wounded<br />
members in our party and are all in urgent need <strong>of</strong> food, shelter, and medical attention. Please respond.’<br />
‘No answer, sir. <strong>The</strong>y’re playing us for right fools.’<br />
‘This isn’t a laughing matter, Benton, and I’m going to be heard even if I have to press that buzzer<br />
all day. Right, whoever can hear me, I want you to listen well. This is Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-<br />
Stewart, head commander <strong>of</strong> UNIT UK Division. I have come with a party <strong>of</strong> survivors in great need <strong>of</strong><br />
assistance. It is your duty and obligation to help us. We have wounded here and I demand you give us aid<br />
o<strong>the</strong>rwise I will personally oversee <strong>the</strong> court martial <strong>of</strong> every member <strong>of</strong> your staff. Do I make myself clear<br />
Respond! Wait a moment…this hatch is hot, red hot.’<br />
Sarah Jane turned <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> recorder and closed her journal. She sat back in <strong>the</strong> chair and<br />
closed her eyes. She tried to keep <strong>the</strong> memories from stirring within but <strong>the</strong>y were already<br />
awake and flooding like mind like blood gushing from a gaping wound. She heard <strong>the</strong> voices<br />
<strong>of</strong> friends speaking as clear as <strong>the</strong>y were <strong>the</strong>n, standing close toge<strong>the</strong>r, and speaking<br />
hurriedly. Harry said:<br />
‘Should we try and find ano<strong>the</strong>r way to get inside, Brigadier’<br />
‘We haven’t much choice, Lieutenant Commander – our options are try to survive or die from cold.<br />
Benton, unhook yourself from Mike and help me look for ano<strong>the</strong>r door.’<br />
‘Right, sir. What <strong>the</strong> devil!’<br />
‘Mike, what are you doing’ Her own voice breaks with fatigue and concern.<br />
‘Lieutenant Colonel Yates Can you hear me This is your commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer; where are<br />
you going No, get away from that door; it’s not safe! <strong>The</strong> Brigadier moves to grab Yates but<br />
is too late to stop him. Sarah Jane opens her eyes and sees it all happening again –<br />
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Mike Yates runs forward and slams his body against <strong>the</strong> hatchway. He convulses wildly and a deep<br />
growl erupts from his throat. <strong>The</strong>n his skin turns dark green and his hair grows longer and longer. He holds<br />
close to <strong>the</strong> hatch, which glows red as if it is a solid wall <strong>of</strong> flame, or rage made physical. Mike staggers<br />
backwards, his body smoking and writhing. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> hatch swings open and a wave <strong>of</strong> intense heat and light<br />
pours out through <strong>the</strong> aperture, driving back Sarah Jane and her o<strong>the</strong>r friends. From within <strong>the</strong> bright white<br />
heat emerges sounds <strong>of</strong> animals hissing, howling, screeching. <strong>The</strong>y rush out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> light, so many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir skin is green, <strong>the</strong>ir backs hunched, <strong>the</strong>ir hair is long and mangled, fangs fill <strong>the</strong>ir mouths, blood stains<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir eyes, and <strong>the</strong>ir faces stretch with mindless frenzy. Benton pulls Sarah Jane close and whispers in her ear.<br />
‘Those are Primords, <strong>the</strong> same things I saw at <strong>the</strong> Inferno Project. Don’t let <strong>the</strong>m touch you, Miss!<br />
<strong>The</strong>y can make you like <strong>the</strong>m if <strong>the</strong>y do!’<br />
Too late. <strong>The</strong> monsters hear <strong>the</strong> sounds and bellow with rage and lust. <strong>The</strong>y bend forward upon<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hands and push forward, rushing towards Sarah Jane; <strong>the</strong>y reach out with <strong>the</strong>ir claws –<br />
‘Hold!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> voice is weak and raspy, but she recognises it instantly. Sarah Jane knows <strong>the</strong> speaker well.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master stands in <strong>the</strong> threshold <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blinding blaze. His face is lost in <strong>the</strong> trembling, superheated air.<br />
His cloak billows around his thin, crumpled body. He holds his head high and even in <strong>the</strong> obscuring light his<br />
eyes are fierce and dark, like sunspots upon a vast solar surface. <strong>The</strong> Master raises his hands and throws a<br />
small wave towards <strong>the</strong> creatures. <strong>The</strong>y retreat and huddle around Sarah Jane, <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, Benton, and<br />
Harry – like wolves encircling a fold. <strong>The</strong> Time Lord stands still and gazes upon his prisoners.<br />
‘My dear friends, I <strong>of</strong>fer you my sincerest thanks for living long enough to satisfy my final<br />
intentions.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier stands firm and stares down upon <strong>the</strong> Master. <strong>The</strong>re is no fear in his voice when he<br />
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‘If you are going to kill us, you might as well get it over with. We won’t give you any fur<strong>the</strong>r<br />
satisfaction than that.’<br />
‘Yes, I never imagined you would beg for my mercy, Brigadier. At least not when facing something as<br />
simple as death. But I wonder how you might react upon discovering you are instead about my helpful horde<br />
Might you beg <strong>the</strong>n’<br />
‘Never!’<br />
‘Ah, well, <strong>the</strong> irony <strong>of</strong> your mindless service will be sweet enough for me. My children…take <strong>the</strong>m!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Primord horde shuffles towards <strong>the</strong> group; <strong>the</strong>ir eyes widen, <strong>the</strong>ir teeth gnash. Sarah feels<br />
Benton’s arms tighten around her. Hands enclose hers: Harry. He looks into her eyes and smiles. His eyes<br />
close. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier stands before <strong>the</strong>m, unmoving. <strong>The</strong>y face <strong>the</strong>ir loss <strong>of</strong> life in silence as <strong>the</strong> horde advances,<br />
as <strong>the</strong> beast in Mike Yates’s form bounds towards <strong>the</strong>m, roaring, louder and louder, roaring until sound<br />
deafens <strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong> green light blinds <strong>the</strong>m as a figure appears before <strong>the</strong>m and outstretches its arms - and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> light and sound fades. <strong>The</strong> Master is gone; <strong>the</strong> horde has vanished, replaced by <strong>the</strong> familiar white<br />
roundelled walls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stands in front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> console with his normal clothing intact,<br />
his scarf looped around his shoulders, and a hard, dark scowl upon his face. He strides forward and places<br />
his hands upon <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and Sarah Jane’s shoulders.<br />
‘Can’t you people do anything right without me’<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n he smiles. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier sighs in relief. Benton and Harry shout for joy. And Sarah Jane<br />
Smith embraces her friend as her eyes water his coat with traumatised gratitude. <strong>The</strong>n she hears a guttural<br />
wail and she turns in time to see <strong>the</strong> creature that was once Mike Yates hurtling towards <strong>the</strong>m…<br />
Sarah Jane turned <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> recorder and sat back in her chair. She was struck by how cold she<br />
felt, and frightened; she was actually shivering. She started as a shadow crept over her from<br />
behind. She heard a voice.<br />
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‘Sarah.’<br />
It was <strong>the</strong> Brigadier. Sarah Jane smiled and stood up to turn and greet him. She saw<br />
who was with him. No, it couldn’t be -<br />
THE TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM, 690 YEARS AFTER<br />
GALLIFREYIAN MEAN-TIME<br />
EXPULSION, RELATIVE TIME: 9TH JANUARY 2008<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> hurried around <strong>the</strong> TARDIS console like a planet caught in a decaying orbit<br />
around a massive star. His current companion, Melanie Jane Bush – Mel to her friends and<br />
really everyone else – watched with a worried expression as he paced <strong>the</strong> console and<br />
prodded its instruments.<br />
‘What’s got you so worried, <strong>Doctor</strong> I thought you were enjoying <strong>the</strong> party.’<br />
‘I was, Mel, and I am! But <strong>the</strong>re’s something wrong, something lurking. Something<br />
that’s trying to attack me.’<br />
‘Could it be <strong>the</strong> Valeyard He was here in 1908.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Valeyard No, not him. He’s dead and gone. Of that I’m now quite sure.’<br />
‘But how I know we’ve all been through a lot but I’ve a right to know. I mean, you<br />
still haven’t told me what happened on Gallifrey.’<br />
‘Not now, Mel. Soon. I promise I’ll explain later, but not right now.’<br />
‘Okay <strong>the</strong>n, I’ll just have to wait for that explanation. But that still doesn’t explain<br />
why you’re making circles right now.’<br />
‘It’s as I said; <strong>the</strong>re’s something – someone - here or nearby. It’s trying to reach me,<br />
trying to root through my past. I think <strong>the</strong> same thing has been happening to Sarah Jane and<br />
<strong>the</strong> Brigadier.’<br />
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‘Why <strong>the</strong>m and not me Not that I don’t mind my memories being left alone from<br />
unpleasant intruders.’<br />
‘I’m not sure. I think it must be some memory we share.’<br />
‘You mean back when you were all toge<strong>the</strong>r at UNIT’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stopped his pacing and stared at Mel. Despite <strong>the</strong> clarity <strong>of</strong> his gaze, she<br />
was struck by how pale and weary he seemed.<br />
‘Yes, it must be. Towards <strong>the</strong> end I should think. Of course! This all started when I<br />
began to reflect on an incident we all shared while battling <strong>the</strong> Master, at least an earlier<br />
version. It was back in what you’d call 1976. Perhaps that’s also why Benton, Mike, or Harry<br />
doesn’t seem to be affected: I only discussed my thoughts with Sarah and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier;<br />
perhaps some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> invasive telepathic energy bled into <strong>the</strong>ir thoughts. And perhaps that’s<br />
<strong>the</strong> key to discovering what’s behind this collective memory incursion: remembering <strong>the</strong> rest<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> story.’<br />
Mel stepped around <strong>the</strong> console and joined <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. Her eyes were wide with<br />
comprehension.<br />
‘I see. You lure this force close by giving it what it’s looking for: your past memories.<br />
But <strong>of</strong> course all <strong>the</strong> while you’ll be setting up a way to trap it – <strong>the</strong> telepathic circuits’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> wiggled Mel’s nose with a flashed her a wink and a sly smile.<br />
‘Very well done, Mel. You’re almost better at this than I am now.’<br />
‘Oh, we’ll have plenty <strong>of</strong> time yet to improve.’<br />
‘Yes,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> muttered distractedly before he spun around and calibrated <strong>the</strong><br />
circuits’ input/output ratios. A moment later he straightened and nodded.<br />
‘Right. It’s all ready. Watch <strong>the</strong> monitors, Mel, and make sure <strong>the</strong>y don’t spike too<br />
high while I’m establishing contact.’<br />
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‘Roger, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘‘Roger’’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> echoed, genuinely perplexed. He <strong>the</strong>n shook his head and<br />
placed his hands upon <strong>the</strong> telepathic receptor pads.<br />
‘Now!’ he cried just as everything -<br />
SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE TARDIS’ REMEMBRANCE<br />
‘You’re here a bit early.’<br />
‘I’m sorry, what are you talking about And who are you’<br />
‘Don’t insult me.’<br />
‘Ah, I see. You. Number Four.’<br />
‘Precisely, Six. So, you’re contemplating a grand send-<strong>of</strong>f, are you Well, if so, you might as well end<br />
now because what you’ve just experienced is probably as big a catastrophe as you’ll ever face. Except for what<br />
finished me <strong>of</strong>f, <strong>of</strong> course.’<br />
‘I haven’t decided anything yet, thank you very much.’<br />
‘Well…nothing <strong>of</strong>ficially. But you’ve been thinking about me quite a bit <strong>the</strong>se last few moments,<br />
enough to create a momentary psychic connection-pocket in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS’ telepathic apparatus. Why do that,<br />
I wonder’<br />
‘It’s more a question <strong>of</strong> what’s doing it to me, to us. My mind has been constantly<br />
returning to something I - that you - did early on in your life. That whole disaster with <strong>the</strong><br />
Master in Antarctica. I know <strong>the</strong>re’s some sort <strong>of</strong> compulsory psychic suggestion being<br />
broadcast through my subconscious memory and I need your help to expose it!’<br />
‘Really None <strong>of</strong> you have ever asked for me help before.’<br />
‘You never <strong>of</strong>fer it.’<br />
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‘Rubbish! I’m very generous with my assistance. But you know I really enjoy your turn <strong>of</strong> phrase: <strong>the</strong><br />
disaster with <strong>the</strong> Master. What a nice rhyming scheme; I should steal that.’<br />
‘You’re hardly in any position to do that.’<br />
‘What, steal When you’re trying to do <strong>the</strong> same to me’<br />
‘Are saying you won’t allow me access to your memories, which are as rightfully mine<br />
as <strong>the</strong>y are yours’<br />
‘Yours Yours! Was it your lungs that choked on <strong>the</strong> Antarctic water Boiling water! Or was it<br />
your body that burnt as <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> poison washed over me And were <strong>the</strong>y your hearts that ached to know<br />
what happened after’<br />
‘Aren’t we both <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
‘Of course. That’s why I’m happy to help. After all, what are reiterations <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> same bio-spatialtemporal<br />
entity for’<br />
‘Well, a good deal I should think.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n keep thinking. Think about what I’m thinking <strong>of</strong> now. Remember, I’d just saved everyone<br />
from <strong>the</strong> Master and his Primal Horde-’<br />
‘- and I was chiding <strong>the</strong>m all for being lost without me-’<br />
‘- when out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> light rushed <strong>the</strong> mutated Mike Yates, howling in mad fury-’<br />
‘Yes, and <strong>the</strong>n what’<br />
‘Oh, sorry. I was contemplating <strong>the</strong> divergent evolutionary charts <strong>of</strong> dogs and men.’<br />
‘Can we please just get on it My word, what must have been in those blue crystals’<br />
‘Nothing as pungent as <strong>the</strong> stuff in that spectrox toxemia!’<br />
‘Now just a minute!’<br />
‘Oh, my dear <strong>Doctor</strong>s, when will you ever co-operate’<br />
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‘Of course it’s <strong>the</strong> -’<br />
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THE DOCTOR’S MEMORY<br />
WHICH ONE AM I NOW THIS ONE OR THAT ONE I HAVE A CRAVAT. OR IS IT A SCARF<br />
I have some memories. Fragments are missing and <strong>the</strong> events are bleeding free. Must remember -<br />
SOL III, 29TH MAY 1976<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> glided forward through <strong>the</strong> sub-zero waters, his limb movements firm but<br />
gentle, his direction deliberate. High above him he could just make out through <strong>the</strong> built-in<br />
light system <strong>of</strong> his suit <strong>the</strong> underside <strong>of</strong> massive glaciers and ice reefs, <strong>the</strong> knobby and spiked<br />
surface resembling <strong>the</strong> ceiling <strong>of</strong> some vast snow-white and ice-blue cave system. On <strong>the</strong><br />
heads-up monitors displayed by hologram on <strong>the</strong> interior on his helmet visor he was able to<br />
track his proximity to Primal Liquid’s focal point, based on <strong>the</strong> Reptilian Duality’s map coordinates.<br />
He was within twenty meters. Even while one part <strong>of</strong> his mind remained tightly<br />
focused on his task, ano<strong>the</strong>r portion began to wander about. I wonder if this is what a knife feels<br />
like slicing through a butter stick. Probably not exactly. And look, <strong>the</strong>re are some pillow lava deposits, but<br />
<strong>the</strong>y don’t really look too comfortable. Besides, I’m not tired. Oh, <strong>the</strong>re’s <strong>the</strong> rim <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano!<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pulled himself upright and took in <strong>the</strong> splendour <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> formation, a<br />
gargantuan crater sunken deep into <strong>the</strong> polar seabed, like <strong>the</strong> site <strong>of</strong> some hidden underwater<br />
explosion. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> activated his com-link to <strong>the</strong> Sea Devil seeker.<br />
‘<strong>Who</strong>ever’s on <strong>the</strong> line, are you seeing what I’m seeing up <strong>the</strong>re’<br />
Decrix’s voice responded over <strong>the</strong> link and confirmed visual and audio contact.<br />
Hearing <strong>the</strong> Sea Devil’s voice in his helmet momentarily disturbed <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, and he asked<br />
to hear word from <strong>the</strong> Brigadier. A moment later, Decrix replied.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, we hear you.’<br />
‘How succinct. I probably won’t be so quick though; I’ve only just begun down here.<br />
By our estimates, I’m almost on top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> focal point. I’ll start a careful search…well, hello.<br />
What’s this’<br />
It was Ichtar who answered. ‘What is it, <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
‘Can’t you see’<br />
‘We seem to be having difficulty receiving your visual signal. Perhaps you could turn<br />
your lights towards your search area’<br />
‘A moment, Ichtar. I’m searching.’<br />
Yes, <strong>Doctor</strong>, keep searching. Find what you’re looking for.<br />
Even as I heard <strong>the</strong> Silurian’s displeased hoot over <strong>the</strong> helmet’s speakers I felt very weary and <strong>the</strong><br />
Time Lord pushed forward and swam towards what he was scrutinising: nestled between<br />
two deposits <strong>of</strong> pillow lava was a smooth black spot set near <strong>the</strong> rim <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano, roughly<br />
circular and approximately one meter in circumference. At least that was <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s best<br />
estimation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> size and shape; it was partially obscured by <strong>the</strong> lava deposits. He reached to<br />
a side pouch in his wetsuit, unlocked its seal, and pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver.<br />
Thankfully it can use water as a power source, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> thought as he activated <strong>the</strong> device,<br />
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which radiated waves <strong>of</strong> sound energy through <strong>the</strong> water and around <strong>the</strong> obstructing lava<br />
pockets. Spumes <strong>of</strong> rock and pumice fragments spiralled through <strong>the</strong> ocean water and after<br />
several moments <strong>the</strong> lava had broken free.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pushed aside <strong>the</strong> debris and used his hands to wipe away lingering<br />
patches <strong>of</strong> ocean silt to uncover <strong>the</strong> spot, a dark cancer on <strong>the</strong> grey texture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> surface.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he stared in fascinated wonder; his estimation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> spots size and shape had been<br />
precise, but <strong>the</strong> grotesque image engraved upon <strong>the</strong> area’s surface was <strong>the</strong> last thing he had<br />
expected, or wanted, to find. It was <strong>the</strong> image <strong>of</strong> a hideous creature twisted with fins,<br />
tentacles, eyes, and fangs. It was a being totally alien in form and structure even to <strong>the</strong><br />
natural diversity and variety <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> concourses <strong>of</strong> lifeforms in <strong>the</strong> cosmos. In short, it was a<br />
monster with only one name, a name whispered in fear and trembling throughout countless<br />
civilisations and histories. Suddenly <strong>the</strong> situation had gone from concerning to difficult. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> signalled <strong>the</strong> seeker.<br />
‘Hello up <strong>the</strong>re,’ he said, calling through <strong>the</strong> comlink. ‘I’ve found our fluidic focal<br />
point. Do you remember those fragments found in Peru’<br />
Decrix’s voice, faint and crackling, replied through <strong>the</strong> speakers.<br />
‘Wha- -ave you foun-’<br />
‘I think I’ve uncovered a replica <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> original, and it’s an unpleasant discovery.’<br />
‘Doct- we are losi- <strong>the</strong> connec- Someth- is jamm-’<br />
‘Hello Hello <strong>Who</strong>’s fiddling with <strong>the</strong> controls’<br />
Indeed, <strong>Doctor</strong>, who But you must discover; it must happen again!<br />
I adjusted my reception equipment but <strong>the</strong> connection fizzled and faded away. Over <strong>the</strong> speakers<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was only <strong>the</strong> harsh reply <strong>of</strong> crackling static. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> static abruptly cleared and my ears ring and<br />
my head ache and <strong>the</strong> helmet filled with mocking laughter. <strong>The</strong> forward holographic display<br />
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distorted and <strong>the</strong>n re-formed with an image <strong>of</strong> Baron Macsen. He chuckled coldly and bared<br />
two rows <strong>of</strong> enamel-white teeth in a smile <strong>of</strong> satisfaction.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re, alone at last. A private conversation is always <strong>the</strong> most sincere.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was about to demand answers when he noticed <strong>the</strong> Baron was wearing a<br />
black Nehru jacket beneath his long cloak, with black cuffs and white links and on his hands<br />
he wore black velvet gloves. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> knew his worst suspicion was true. He<br />
cursed himself for even bo<strong>the</strong>ring to trust his instincts.<br />
‘Well done. I think this was your best attempt at hiding in plain sight, wasn’t it,<br />
Master’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master smiled and bowed his head in mock thanks.<br />
‘You’re losing your edge, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I remember <strong>the</strong>re was a time you could sense my<br />
presence within a twelve time-segment radius. Now I only need a simple disguise to evade<br />
you.’<br />
‘Well, those were days when you didn’t shield your mind with a telepathic bend-field,<br />
or wear <strong>the</strong>rmal clothing and cloaks designed to retain body warmth. I think you’ve been<br />
hiding more than your features.’<br />
‘Yes, how true. Well <strong>the</strong>n, <strong>Doctor</strong>, see what I have to hide!’<br />
Always see, see and never forget, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Always remember your culpability!<br />
Over <strong>the</strong> video-link <strong>of</strong> my memory I watch as <strong>the</strong> Master’s features shimmer and shift as – what in<br />
<strong>the</strong> blazes is happening to me! – his mask, a hologram, dispersed – no! not now, <strong>the</strong>n! No, don’t go back! -<br />
and disappeared to reveal beneath a face which made <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blink with surprise - it was<br />
an image <strong>of</strong> pure corruption and complete weakness. Although <strong>the</strong> Master was still in his<br />
twelfth – and now final – incarnation, <strong>the</strong> villain’s body had lost its natural perpetuating<br />
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vitality and begun to decay at a relentless rate. That rapid degeneration had advanced for an<br />
extended period and now <strong>the</strong> physical deterioration was pr<strong>of</strong>ound.<br />
Since his last relatively recent encounter with <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> on <strong>the</strong> time-collapsed<br />
alternate <strong>Earth</strong>, <strong>the</strong> ravaged Time Lord looked as if he had aged <strong>the</strong> human equivalent <strong>of</strong><br />
several decades, with each moment prolonged in insufferable discomfort. <strong>The</strong> once sallowtoned<br />
skin was now pale as milk and literally paper-thin, with deep lines threatening to pull<br />
apart <strong>the</strong> face’s aged seams. <strong>The</strong> swept-back hair, though still well-groomed and full, was<br />
almost totally white now with only a few single strands <strong>of</strong> black coursing along <strong>the</strong> temples<br />
and <strong>the</strong> crown <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> head, which gave <strong>the</strong> wearer <strong>the</strong> appearance <strong>of</strong> a once mighty monarch<br />
worn tired, ancient, and moribund. <strong>The</strong> Master’s head and jaw quivered, as if trying to stave<br />
some terrible infection, or bitter tears. And yet more than ever before <strong>the</strong> Master’s eyes,<br />
sunken deep into <strong>the</strong> parched pits <strong>of</strong> his skull’s sockets, remained alive with ferocious<br />
golden-black fire, burning with an unyieldingly defiant pride. Those eyes noticed <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s scrutiny and <strong>the</strong>y narrowed with rage.<br />
‘This is your doing, <strong>Doctor</strong>. You brought this weakness upon me!’<br />
‘Poppycock! You’ve always brought <strong>the</strong> consequences <strong>of</strong> your actions upon yourself!<br />
You’ve only yourself to blame for your corruption.’<br />
And it’s true; <strong>the</strong> Master ever since <strong>the</strong> beginning has chosen his own way and endured <strong>the</strong><br />
disastrous rewards <strong>of</strong> his designs. Just look what happened to him after Ters- no…that happened after. Yes,<br />
after! I remember now. This is his future, my present. And I think I know now why – You’re too late,<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>. But never mind <strong>the</strong> timing, just remember how you felt. Remember how <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> still felt a<br />
twinge <strong>of</strong> deep pity as he looked upon <strong>the</strong> ravaged face <strong>of</strong> his old enemy, and even older<br />
friend, and realised that it had <strong>of</strong>ten been himself who had dealt <strong>the</strong> Master his worst<br />
defeats. Certainly it had been his choice to rob <strong>the</strong> Master <strong>of</strong> his final regeneration and set<br />
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him upon this path <strong>of</strong> degeneration and decay. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s hearts clenched in distaste;<br />
even if he had done this to save <strong>the</strong> cosmos, <strong>the</strong>re could have been no bitterer blow to<br />
inflict. Upon <strong>the</strong> view screen <strong>the</strong> Master closed his eyes and shook his head.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, you know all too well whom I blame, and now at last, I can cleanse <strong>the</strong><br />
wounds you have dealt me.’<br />
‘That’s a lot <strong>of</strong> cleaning, you know; I’ve dealt you quite a number <strong>of</strong> thrusts over <strong>the</strong><br />
years. But if you’re determined to heal you’ll need a good physician. I’d recommend Harry<br />
Sullivan but you only impersonate sailors.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master bent his mouth into a hateful sneer.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, you’ve grown so intolerable <strong>of</strong> late that I’m not sure I’ll miss you when<br />
you’re gone. Still, it’s an undeniable tragedy you won’t live to suffer my ultimate triumph.’<br />
‘And I would be too hopeful if I asked you what that clearly delusional triumph is.’<br />
‘Oh, no not at all, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I want you to know <strong>the</strong> full measure <strong>of</strong> my achievement.<br />
You understand <strong>the</strong> purpose <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> covering’<br />
‘Yes. It’s a connective point for a fluid transportation system.’<br />
‘Very good. And <strong>the</strong> origins <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> system’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> gazed upon <strong>the</strong> black spot before him, studied its ancient workmanship,<br />
and knew <strong>the</strong>re was only one answer; and it was <strong>the</strong> worst answer he could have imagined.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Great Old Ones. This is <strong>the</strong> mark <strong>of</strong> Dagon.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master inhaled a shallow wheeze <strong>of</strong> pleasure.<br />
‘Precisely. <strong>The</strong> devourer <strong>of</strong> worlds and tyrant <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> celestial ocean. This is his final<br />
resting place.’<br />
‘Ah…you’re referring to <strong>the</strong> Legend <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Fallen Gods.’<br />
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‘It is no legend, <strong>Doctor</strong>. It is a cosmological fact that in <strong>the</strong> early eons <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cosmos<br />
<strong>the</strong> higher races made battle one with ano<strong>the</strong>r for dominance over <strong>the</strong> Lower Realms. Many<br />
ranks <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Old Ones perished across reality. This one just happened to fall into <strong>the</strong><br />
birthing fragments <strong>of</strong> a new planet.’<br />
‘<strong>Earth</strong>! Dagon fell to <strong>Earth</strong>, my favourite planet!<br />
‘Quite so, and left me a very precious gift.’<br />
‘What gift If you share it with me I may let you keep it.’<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, don’t be disingenuous. All that matters is through its power I shall find my<br />
victory.’<br />
‘Yes, yes! What a grand victory you’ve found: blowing up volcanoes to release a<br />
natural poison. Your schemes have decreased in capability, Master – you’ve nothing to gain<br />
by destroying <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>!’<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, destruction is not my plan, at least not for <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>. But I’ve told you<br />
enough.’<br />
‘Oh, come on! You were getting to <strong>the</strong> important part and I was preparing a perfect<br />
ridicule!’<br />
‘Anything <strong>of</strong> importance you don’t need to know, simply because you’ll have no part<br />
in what great and glorious things that will happen after this moment. Now is <strong>the</strong> time that<br />
you finally die.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> sc<strong>of</strong>fed a derisive laugh.<br />
‘If you’re going to kill me <strong>the</strong>n you’ll have to come down here and get me, and in<br />
your wizened condition I think even Harry Sullivan would declare you unfit to travel.’<br />
‘I don’t need to come to you; I only need to see you, one last time! Goodbye,<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>!’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Master’s eyelids snapped open and widened until <strong>the</strong> eyeballs bulged from <strong>the</strong><br />
sockets and ignited with blinding bright-green light. <strong>The</strong> light surged through <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
helmet, burned through his eyes, ignited in his mind, and he screamed in explosive,<br />
excruciating agony…<br />
I remember that. It was very unpleasant. But happened next I’m sure someone wants to know. Like you.<br />
Ah, so you’ve finally managed to detect my mental presence. It took you long enough, but <strong>the</strong>n again, I always<br />
warned you that scarf would cut <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> circulation to your brain.<br />
Poppycock! I’ve got <strong>the</strong> natural sartorial elegance to…wait. I don’t have a scarf, not anymore…<br />
Of course, you have. Look into my eyes, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Remember. Remember <strong>the</strong> burning…<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> burned in an emerald void. His skin smoked; his eyes sizzled; his hair curled in<br />
heat and his mind splintered even as he realised I know this feeling; I know this pain and his body<br />
wrenched. <strong>The</strong> haze dimmed, dispersed into darkness. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s body hung limp and<br />
weightless; <strong>the</strong> emptiness expanded. <strong>The</strong>n he dropped into <strong>the</strong> vacuum…<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> opened his eyes. Light bleached his sight at first, but <strong>the</strong> glare soon cooled. He<br />
looked upwards and saw <strong>the</strong> sky above him: purple and mottled with coagulated blooms <strong>of</strong><br />
rust-hued clouds. That’s odd. It won’t look that way for a million years. He blinked.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> sat up. <strong>The</strong>re was s<strong>of</strong>tness beneath him; he felt it under <strong>the</strong> palms <strong>of</strong> his hands.<br />
He raised one hand and gazed at <strong>the</strong> palm. <strong>The</strong> sand was black and coarse and threaded with<br />
silver. He gazed around and saw gangly sprouts <strong>of</strong> yellow-trunked spiral plants swaying high<br />
above him below a baby blue sky. It’s hasn’t looked this way in a million years. He blinked.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood and glared at <strong>the</strong> towering red-iron mountains capped with grey-green ice<br />
at <strong>the</strong>ir peaks surrounding him. He spread his arms wide and bellowed: ‘It’ll never look this<br />
way!’<br />
He dropped his arms as <strong>the</strong> weight <strong>of</strong> an unpleasant <strong>the</strong>ory grew inside him, along<br />
with <strong>the</strong> counterweight <strong>of</strong> a plan.<br />
‘Right. Better try it.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blinked. <strong>The</strong> world dissolved and re-formed like a sandcastle collapsing<br />
under <strong>the</strong> force <strong>of</strong> a wave and <strong>the</strong>n re-forming with <strong>the</strong> retracting water. But <strong>the</strong> world that<br />
returned into view was completely different than before: it was a sea <strong>of</strong> silver glass and<br />
shining rock towers <strong>of</strong> petrified tree trunks. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blinked again. Everything changed.<br />
He blinked again. And again, and again. With each blink <strong>the</strong> world around him, <strong>the</strong> terrain,<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky, <strong>the</strong> sounds, <strong>the</strong> smells, <strong>the</strong> feel <strong>of</strong> reality, everything, shifted and altered, blurring<br />
with each snap <strong>of</strong> his eyelids. <strong>The</strong> world was unstable; reality was unfixed, or I’m in worse shape<br />
than I thought.<br />
He felt coldness clenched in his hand and looked down. <strong>The</strong> Sonic Screwdriver was<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, still gripped between his fingers. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> smiled wide and adjusted its settings to<br />
detect dimensional disturbances. Within moments <strong>the</strong> device began to whine and interpret<br />
information. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> watched <strong>the</strong> energy output pattern grimly. <strong>The</strong>n, despite having no<br />
audience to hear him, he spoke aloud.<br />
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‘It’s as I feared, only worse. That liquid isn’t just a genetic modifier, it’s a dimensional<br />
caustic; it seeps through side-real boundaries. I must have been caught up in its quantum<br />
current; <strong>the</strong> excess energy released by that stop-gap’s explosion somehow made me slip from<br />
<strong>the</strong> prime reality.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blinked his eyes again and <strong>the</strong> landscape changed once more: a black<br />
swap <strong>of</strong> mud lashed in a blizzard <strong>of</strong> stinging rain.<br />
‘If I’m to stop <strong>the</strong> Master I’ve got to get back to my own world. I can only<br />
accomplish that by finding <strong>the</strong> exact transference frequency. I hope I’ve installed a program<br />
into <strong>the</strong> screwdriver to do that…’<br />
Suddenly <strong>the</strong> ground began to shake and crack open as gouts <strong>of</strong> green liquid began<br />
to flow from beneath <strong>the</strong> surface. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, having already surmised that his worldshifting<br />
was based on an electro-chemical reaction to subtle light shifts in his optic nerves,<br />
chose that moment to blink again, but found <strong>the</strong> next world also flooding with <strong>the</strong> green<br />
poison. He blinked again and landed in a quiet, arid desert disturbed only by a whispering<br />
wail <strong>of</strong> coursing air under a clear, periwinkle sky. Within moments <strong>the</strong> ground began to<br />
shake.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Time Lord took to his heels, and bounded across <strong>the</strong> light brown dunes. <strong>The</strong><br />
sand sizzled beneath his feet like brown sugar caramelising over a scorching flame. All<br />
around <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> patches <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sand began to smooth into glass, glass that glowed with<br />
green light, glass that splintered with hairline fractures…<br />
‘I’m like a mouse being chased by planet-sized cat. Maybe if I blink I’ll avoid <strong>the</strong><br />
claws.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes were halfway closed when he heard a sound sli<strong>the</strong>ring through <strong>the</strong><br />
hissing air, a sound deliciously familiar, wonderfully welcome: like an elephant herd<br />
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trumpeting a call <strong>of</strong> mournful arrival but it sounds ra<strong>the</strong>r too phlegmatic, doesn’t it <strong>The</strong>re was a<br />
shape appearing upon a smoking dune thirty feet away, but not a battered blue Police Box –<br />
not his TARDIS! But it was a TARDIS, seeping out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> e<strong>the</strong>r and forming <strong>the</strong> solid shape<br />
<strong>of</strong> rough-worn red-crème coloured sandstone. A crack <strong>of</strong> light burst from <strong>the</strong> stone exterior<br />
and a man’s shape stepped into sight. <strong>The</strong> figure, in <strong>the</strong> harsh light somehow misshapen,<br />
beckoned <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> to come. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes widened and he shrugged his shoulders.<br />
‘Well, what have I got to lose Don’t answer that!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s long stride leng<strong>the</strong>ned as he shot towards <strong>the</strong> stone TARDIS even as<br />
<strong>the</strong> first bursts <strong>of</strong> green fluid tore up through <strong>the</strong> glassy desert surface and <strong>the</strong> ground caved<br />
inwards and dragged <strong>the</strong> soles <strong>of</strong> his wet-suit boots downward an inch before he pushed up<br />
and shot forward in a leap to fly through <strong>the</strong> stone’s light-filled crack and tumbled to a<br />
sprawled halt upon a dust-covered white floor beneath a jury-rigged, wire-crossed, and<br />
slightly antiquated TARDIS console. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re was <strong>the</strong> stuttering whine <strong>of</strong> an inner door<br />
closing and <strong>the</strong> Ship lurched into flight, its tarnished silver cylindrical/pyramidal time rotor<br />
rising too high and falling too low. Whatever <strong>the</strong> source, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was safe.<br />
A scrape <strong>of</strong> shuffling feet turned <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s head and he rose to his feet to face his<br />
rescuer. Before him stood a compactly-built man dressed in a doubled-breasted grey suit<br />
with a cobalt blue tie and matching handkerchief. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> saw <strong>the</strong> man’s face and<br />
he leaned back, utterly surprised; <strong>the</strong> man wore <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master, but <strong>the</strong> Master as he<br />
had been before <strong>the</strong> loss <strong>of</strong> his final life, free <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> continuous corruption <strong>of</strong> cellular decay.<br />
<strong>The</strong> grey-suited person stood in pr<strong>of</strong>ile away from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, leaning over <strong>the</strong> wire-strewn<br />
panels <strong>of</strong> his console. He looked over and smiled.<br />
‘Welcome, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Welcome to my humble, if somewhat haggard, abode. Pardon me<br />
for a moment while I adjust our flight trajectory.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> man with <strong>the</strong> Master’s face bent over <strong>the</strong> console. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stared at <strong>the</strong><br />
hexagonal device and <strong>the</strong>n surveyed <strong>the</strong> room: it was different, brighter, and much older in<br />
configuration to how <strong>the</strong> Master’s current control room appeared. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
sensed <strong>the</strong> telepathic imprint <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS, through which he could sense <strong>the</strong> man’s mind,<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n he knew. His large eyes narrowed.<br />
‘This isn’t <strong>the</strong> Master’s TARDIS, and you’re not <strong>the</strong> Master.’<br />
‘Quite right, <strong>Doctor</strong>,’ <strong>the</strong> man replied as he straightened and turned to face <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>, revealing <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r half <strong>of</strong> his face, a skinless, hairless, skull covered with silver<br />
metal pockmarked with wire studs. <strong>The</strong> man spoke.<br />
‘I am not <strong>the</strong> Master, although I once aspired to be. I am Koschei.’<br />
Koschei You were travelling with odd company.<br />
Well, at least he wasn’t trying to kill me, which is more I can say for how you treated him.<br />
Do you mean on Gallifrey or on that moribund parallel <strong>Earth</strong> your velvet-bearing predecessor visited so long<br />
ago<br />
Both! Koschei may have been a follower but he was a brilliant mind before you distorted him so much he saw<br />
himself in your image – he even copied your regenerative cycle! But what he endured after was even worse. You<br />
realise he told me everything: how he fell into <strong>the</strong> parallel reality through <strong>the</strong> DarkHeart black hole after I<br />
had thwarted his misguided scheme, how his already disturbed mind <strong>the</strong>n drained <strong>of</strong> all sense in <strong>the</strong> belief he<br />
had lived your life, and how <strong>the</strong> barbaric people <strong>of</strong> that world found him and mutilated his body.<br />
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Ah, yes, <strong>of</strong> course, <strong>the</strong> bio-technological experiments. How inventive that version <strong>of</strong> humanity was. But yes,<br />
Koschei was quite far gone when your friends Chesterton, Lethbridge-Stewart, and I discovered him. But <strong>of</strong><br />
course you weren’t <strong>the</strong>re, were you You were <strong>of</strong>f on a futile run for freedom with Miss Grant on Peladon.<br />
Suffice to say; even I was surprised to see that sycophantic parrot still alive, much as that existence could be<br />
called life. He begged me to kill him, you know.<br />
He thought you might have obliged <strong>the</strong> request, given your close history.<br />
Ha! Come now, my dear <strong>Doctor</strong>, am I my – no. Not anymore. Koschei was an obsolete tool best discarded,<br />
but even he had one lesson yet to learn: I owe nothing to anybody.<br />
You’ve made that point abundantly clear.<br />
Clarity is <strong>the</strong> controlling interest <strong>of</strong> destiny, <strong>Doctor</strong>. But I am now quite curious to learn what happened to<br />
my eager emulator.<br />
Nothing good…<br />
‘Three centuries, <strong>Doctor</strong>, maybe more, have I been cast away in <strong>the</strong> alternative realms. It has<br />
been an undesirable exile.’<br />
‘Well, it happens to <strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong> us. But <strong>the</strong> very best <strong>of</strong> us always find ways to<br />
escape. And that reminds me.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> opened a pocket on <strong>the</strong> remains <strong>of</strong> his wetsuit; from <strong>the</strong> pouch he<br />
pulled <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> his scarf and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> entire length <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> colourfully threaded fabric trailed<br />
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free. Within moments <strong>the</strong> hat, coat, trousers, boots, and every o<strong>the</strong>r accoutrement <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s ensemble clothing had emerged from <strong>the</strong> pouch - specially tailored by him before<br />
leaving <strong>the</strong> seeker – and <strong>the</strong>n as quickly as he had retrieved <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> fabrics covered <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s lean frame. At <strong>the</strong> last he fitted his hat over his head and, as if looking at himself in<br />
an invisible mirror, nodded in satisfaction.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re, now that feels appropriate. Right as rain, I’d say.’<br />
Koschei chuckled weakly. ‘If adequacy can be achieved so simply, <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong>n we<br />
would all live rich and contended lives.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re’s more to life than fame and fortune, Koschei, that’s a lesson we both learned<br />
too late.’<br />
‘Not so late as I did, <strong>Doctor</strong>, although perhaps I may finally match your<br />
understanding just before <strong>the</strong> end.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> end for you or your TARDIS, I wonder She’s seen far better days, even eras,<br />
really.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> wandered around <strong>the</strong> decrepit console room. He observed <strong>the</strong> white<br />
roundelled walls, melted and scorched from some great traumatic heat: <strong>the</strong> gravitational stress<br />
from <strong>the</strong> singularity transmission, I imagine, and crossing side-real barriers is definitely not a casual excursion<br />
even for a TARDIS as healthy as mine. <strong>The</strong> Time Lord stooped his tall figure to gaze into one <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> misshapen and heat-glazed roundels inset upon a wall – he could see a steady stream <strong>of</strong><br />
artron energy flowing behind <strong>the</strong> indentation, far too close to <strong>the</strong> surface for comfort.<br />
‘This Ship is about to die, Koschei.’<br />
‘A correct diagnosis as always. Somehow, my cross-temporal fall attracted <strong>the</strong> Yog-<br />
Sogoth entity to <strong>the</strong> alternate <strong>Earth</strong>. I was forced into a prolonged conflict to expel its<br />
presence back into <strong>the</strong> Void. I may have succeeded but not without a great cost to my craft;<br />
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it was inoperative for decades and even now barely functions. You know, I’ve still no idea<br />
why that creature was in <strong>the</strong> general area.’<br />
‘You mean <strong>the</strong> Great Intelligence, with its entire Yeti army It must have been cast<br />
between dimensions after I expelled it from <strong>the</strong> London Underground in <strong>the</strong> 1960s – I<br />
thought I’d only sent it back into outer space.’<br />
‘Your predecessor <strong>of</strong>ten was too modest.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned and faced Koschei with a stern expression upon his face.<br />
‘Predecessor once removed. I spent an extended period studying various shades <strong>of</strong><br />
velvet and fine wines.’<br />
‘You mean I missed one <strong>of</strong> your bodies, <strong>Doctor</strong> Now I feel too old.’<br />
Koschei stepped away from <strong>the</strong> console and limped over to a stained oak chair<br />
carved with <strong>the</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> grape-studded vines. <strong>The</strong> Time Lord’s back hunched as he<br />
crouched down towards <strong>the</strong> seat. His knees locked and his face grew pale. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
hurried and bent over to ease <strong>the</strong> weakened man into <strong>the</strong> chair. Koschei hacked a sigh <strong>of</strong><br />
relief as he leaned his damaged head back against <strong>the</strong> oak frame.<br />
‘You noted that my TARDIS is weak, <strong>Doctor</strong>. It has experienced much hardship but<br />
its grim condition may be traced to one single fact: I am dying.’<br />
‘Dying But you’re a Time Lord! Surely you have your regenerative cycle’<br />
‘That was lost to me long ago. When I fell into <strong>the</strong> DarkHeart blackhole my<br />
regenerative cycle dilated beyond my control; my lifetimes stretched infinitely and yet<br />
collapsed into moments, <strong>the</strong> changing energies seeping away without any release. I emerged<br />
as I had been, and yet with only one life remaining. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>of</strong> course after <strong>the</strong> Yeti <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was <strong>the</strong> people <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> I had discovered. I think you know <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir quality.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> nodded in grim commiseration and Koschei stroked <strong>the</strong> skinless side <strong>of</strong><br />
his face.<br />
‘No matter. My previous foolishness deserved some…tempering <strong>of</strong> character. But<br />
now I have a chance to make amends, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I have been monitoring <strong>the</strong> condition <strong>of</strong><br />
creation, and all is not well.’<br />
‘Tell me.’<br />
Yes, <strong>Doctor</strong>, tell me. I must know what happens next.<br />
Finding <strong>the</strong> narrative quite enthralling, are you And I thought you wanted me to listen. Oh well, if you<br />
must know…<br />
‘We have little time; and I tire too easily. Please, <strong>Doctor</strong>, be my hands. <strong>The</strong>re are <strong>the</strong> scanner<br />
controls.’<br />
Koschei pointed to <strong>the</strong> nearest console panel. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood and moved to <strong>the</strong><br />
device. <strong>The</strong> design was similar to an earlier version <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master’s control unit, but with<br />
many modifications and renovations. Notwithstanding <strong>the</strong> changes, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> found <strong>the</strong><br />
requisite controls and paused over <strong>the</strong> new configuration.<br />
‘This is a strange alteration, Koschei: you’ve tied <strong>the</strong> image translator into Console<br />
Room architectural configuration interface.’<br />
‘Precisely, <strong>Doctor</strong>. <strong>The</strong> main scanner failed some time ago during a failed attempt to<br />
breach <strong>the</strong> sidereal barrier to return home – my TARDIS has somehow grown accustomed<br />
to <strong>the</strong> Void and refuses to return permanently to normal space – and so I routed <strong>the</strong> viewing<br />
function into <strong>the</strong> very walls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Ship.’<br />
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‘Ingenious, for a makeshift operation. And…’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> twisted a chestnut-coloured knob and <strong>the</strong> wall nearest him buzzed and<br />
flared with many hues until settling into a blurry but viewable panoramic image <strong>of</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>.<br />
Somehow he recognised it as <strong>the</strong> one from his own timeline, <strong>the</strong> prime cosmos. Koschei<br />
spoke.<br />
‘Not long ago I detected tremors <strong>of</strong> tremendous power resonating across <strong>the</strong> sidereal<br />
barriers. I didn’t recognise <strong>the</strong>ir energy signature at first and, with my TARDIS barely able to<br />
cross <strong>the</strong> barriers to investigate, I could not observe directly until <strong>the</strong> barriers <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
began to dissolve. You witnessed <strong>the</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> breakdown: <strong>the</strong> green liquid.’<br />
‘You mean Stahlmann’s Gas – Ah! Ah…<strong>of</strong> course. It all fits. <strong>The</strong> Master said he’d<br />
found <strong>the</strong> remains <strong>of</strong> Dagon, but it wasn’t his bodily remains; it was his blood. And <strong>the</strong><br />
blood <strong>of</strong> a Great Old One – an extra-dimensional being with powers <strong>of</strong> mythical<br />
proportions – could do more than stain <strong>the</strong> earth, it could eat through <strong>the</strong> skin <strong>of</strong> space-time<br />
as easily as acid burns flesh. No wonder <strong>the</strong> liquid appeared in parallel timelines.’<br />
‘Accurate as ever, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’ Koschei shifted in his seat leaned forward, his mind alert<br />
and his eyes clear. ‘<strong>The</strong> centre <strong>of</strong> this dimensional wound is <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> <strong>of</strong> our timeline and<br />
this time <strong>the</strong> damage is spreading outwards across all <strong>the</strong> dimensional alternates. But owing<br />
to my disadvantageous distance, <strong>the</strong>re is one element <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blood’s presence on <strong>Earth</strong> I as<br />
yet fail to understand: what does <strong>the</strong> Master want this fluid’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> glared at <strong>the</strong> scanner image <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>. His mind raced over <strong>the</strong><br />
disparate facts he possessed. <strong>The</strong>n he felt his hair curl as a possibility dawned. He turned<br />
about.<br />
‘Koschei, do your modifications to <strong>the</strong> scanner include an image overlay subroutine’<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, all TARDISes include such a program.’<br />
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‘Good! I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t deleted it. Now…’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Time Lord began fiddling with <strong>the</strong> interface. Moments later <strong>the</strong> scanner image<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> altered to display <strong>the</strong> Reptiles’ mapping <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> subterranean <strong>the</strong>rmal system. On<br />
<strong>the</strong> scanner a globe <strong>of</strong> pockets and strata <strong>of</strong> many colours floated, representing <strong>the</strong> overall<br />
warmth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> and deep beneath <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> warm hues laid veins <strong>of</strong> red fire –<br />
<strong>the</strong> ancient blood <strong>of</strong> Dagon. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s mouth hardened with satisfaction.<br />
‘Now to add a temporal factor to <strong>the</strong> resolution…’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>the</strong>rmal colours <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> began to swirl and shift as <strong>the</strong> heat pattern ebbed<br />
and peaked across eons, but while <strong>the</strong> synchronic temperature <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> fluctuated, <strong>the</strong><br />
temperature and flow <strong>of</strong> Dagon’s blood remained constant. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> adjusted <strong>the</strong><br />
sensitivity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> scanner and monitored <strong>the</strong> directional flow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> liquid. Across time <strong>the</strong><br />
liquid’s motion was constant, its movement unchanging. And <strong>the</strong>n he thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
emblem on <strong>the</strong> Antarctic floor and he realised <strong>the</strong> truth. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes widened and he<br />
stepped back from <strong>the</strong> console as if distancing himself from an open and diseased wound.<br />
‘What do you make <strong>of</strong> that’ he whispered to Koschei.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> blood’s flow has been unaltered for eons, <strong>Doctor</strong>. That’s impossible unless -’<br />
‘Unless <strong>the</strong> fluid was housed in a special containment system capable <strong>of</strong> withstanding<br />
such heat, something designed by <strong>the</strong> Great Old Ones perhaps’<br />
‘Or even our people I’m sure <strong>the</strong>y’ve gotten involved in more disputes than <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>ficial history suggests.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re’s no need to scare up conspiracy stories. What matters is we’ve discovered a<br />
plumbing system from <strong>the</strong> dawn <strong>of</strong> time created to shuffle <strong>the</strong> life force <strong>of</strong> a mythical being<br />
beneath <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>’s surface in a never-ending cycle.’<br />
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‘Yes, that is a remarkable discovery. I imagine <strong>the</strong> volcanoes act as some sort <strong>of</strong>…oh,<br />
what’s good descriptive word…Ah, yes, a stop-gap, a type <strong>of</strong> transference point between<br />
sections <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> transit system. So <strong>the</strong> emblem you found at Antarctica must have been some<br />
sort <strong>of</strong> identifying mark – <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r volcanoes involved located at <strong>the</strong> earthquake sites must<br />
all have had one.’<br />
‘Yes, very intricate, and very useful: <strong>the</strong> patch’s material was a powerful electrical<strong>the</strong>rmal<br />
conductor. It makes perfect sense; <strong>the</strong> blood thrives on heat and <strong>the</strong> volcanoes are<br />
molten cauldrons <strong>of</strong> warmth, <strong>the</strong> perfect attractive force to nudge <strong>the</strong> stuff in a give<br />
direction, although I wonder what powers it when it’s away from <strong>the</strong> volcanoes In any case,<br />
it’s clear this entire transit system was designed to keep <strong>the</strong> blood flowing.’<br />
‘But why, and in which direction, <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
‘Why I think only <strong>the</strong> Master can tell us that. But <strong>the</strong> where…notice anything<br />
intriguing about <strong>the</strong> direction <strong>the</strong> blood’s been flowing’<br />
Koschei peered at <strong>the</strong> synchronic <strong>the</strong>rmal image for several moments, studying close<br />
<strong>the</strong> veins <strong>of</strong> red heat coursing beneath <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>. <strong>The</strong>n he realised.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>y’re all flowing away from something, from somewhere on <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>.’<br />
‘Yes…by <strong>the</strong> look <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> relative present configuration <strong>of</strong> land masses and taking<br />
into account continental drift over <strong>the</strong> millennia, I’d say <strong>the</strong> outflow is avoiding somewhere<br />
in <strong>the</strong> Pacific Ocean – ah! Now <strong>the</strong>re’s a thought.’<br />
‘You’re thinking <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>’s so-called ‘Ring <strong>of</strong> Fire.’’<br />
‘So-called – So-called Seventy-five percent <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world’s active and dormant<br />
volcanoes can’t be called anything else.’<br />
Koschei gripped <strong>the</strong> lion’s head- carved sides <strong>of</strong> his chair and leaned forward, his<br />
posture tensing and curious.<br />
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‘Even if <strong>the</strong>re is some connection to <strong>the</strong> Ring <strong>of</strong> Fire and <strong>the</strong> mythic Dagon, <strong>the</strong> vast<br />
majority <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> space enclosed by that volcanic range is open water, save for sporadic<br />
clusters <strong>of</strong> islands.’<br />
‘Islands and myths…’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> muttered in a low, thoughtful drone. Koschei’s<br />
eyes widened.<br />
‘You’ve that sound in your voice, <strong>Doctor</strong>. You’re forging a link. Would you care to<br />
share in your idea mongering’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> grinned wide and happy.<br />
‘Well -’<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was quick, sharp shudder throughout <strong>the</strong> Ship before <strong>the</strong> central column <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> console shattered with a blossom <strong>of</strong> green flame. Koschei choked upon a wailing moan<br />
and flung himself from his seat as he failed to reach <strong>the</strong> damaged control unit. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
lunged to <strong>the</strong> console but <strong>the</strong> panel began to smoke and disgorge arcs <strong>of</strong> dark blue<br />
electricity. <strong>The</strong> white light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> console room flickered, dimmed, and was replaced with a<br />
lurid green flare bleeding through <strong>the</strong> roundels on <strong>the</strong> walls. Koschei painfully pushed<br />
himself a few inches from <strong>the</strong> floor and hissed through his teeth, which clenched from <strong>the</strong><br />
deep pain he shared with his damaged craft.<br />
‘Dagon’s blood - it’s found us!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> knelt down to help Koschei to stand, even as a bone-scattering tremor<br />
rocked <strong>the</strong> vessel.<br />
‘Dagon’s remnants must like your TARDIS’ energy resonance.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n it likes an easy catch.’<br />
‘How delightful. Of course we’ve got to dematerialise.’<br />
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‘And go where <strong>The</strong> blood has already flooded <strong>the</strong> space between dimensions. In its<br />
weakened state my TARDIS can’t leave <strong>the</strong> Void. No, this is <strong>the</strong> end, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘Rubbish! <strong>The</strong>re’s always a next chapter.’<br />
Koschei smiled sadly and laid his hands on <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s shoulders.<br />
‘Of course <strong>the</strong>re is. I’ve already laid <strong>the</strong> foundations <strong>of</strong> an effective escape. Come;<br />
help me out <strong>of</strong> this room.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> swung one arm around Koschei’s shoulders and half-led, half-dragged<br />
his old friend from <strong>the</strong> console room, which by <strong>the</strong>n had filled with an almost tangibly<br />
poisonous green glow. As <strong>the</strong>y passed through <strong>the</strong> doorway into <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Ship <strong>the</strong><br />
white light streaming through <strong>the</strong> roundels <strong>of</strong> outer corridors also began to putrefy with a<br />
diseased green glow, and <strong>the</strong> air was starting to warm. Koschei’s shallow breathing<br />
quickened.<br />
‘Faster, please. <strong>The</strong> blood is consuming <strong>the</strong> external plasmic shell, altering <strong>the</strong><br />
equations! We must get to <strong>the</strong> Reliquary!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> shot his fellow Time Lord a shocked glare.<br />
‘You’ve got a tomb in your TARDIS’<br />
‘Well, why not I expected to die in here, after all. But that’s nei<strong>the</strong>r here nor <strong>the</strong>re -<br />
it’s just up ahead.’<br />
After what seemed several minutes <strong>of</strong> weaving and navigating through corridors <strong>of</strong><br />
emerald twilight and heat-rippled air, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and Koschei turned a corner. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
Koschei gripped <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s arm and <strong>the</strong> two halted. <strong>The</strong>y stood before a large brass door.<br />
<strong>The</strong> aperture looked as if it had been welded into <strong>the</strong> wall in an extemporaneous fit, and <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> surmised that as addition <strong>of</strong> last resort it actually had been. Koschei pointed at <strong>the</strong><br />
door’s large solder-studded handle and spoke.<br />
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‘<strong>The</strong>re, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Just twist and open.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> loosed himself from his old friend and gripped <strong>the</strong> handle. A firm pull<br />
and it turned; a strong tug and <strong>the</strong> doorway yawned open with an almost sorrowful moan.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re’s always an open door when you need it -’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> quipped with a smile as<br />
he turned to see Koschei holding a heavily-augmented blaster in his hand. Koschei shrugged<br />
and his mouth twisted in a sad smile.<br />
‘I’m sorry, but I hadn’t expected your arrival when I constructed this chamber and<br />
<strong>the</strong>re’s only room for one.’<br />
‘Ah…<strong>of</strong> course, and you intend to be <strong>the</strong> one to use it.’<br />
‘No, <strong>Doctor</strong>. It’s yours. Take it with my full faith and confidence.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n why point <strong>the</strong> gun at me! Killing me would be ra<strong>the</strong>r stupid in that case.’<br />
‘Except I never intended to shoot you if you refused to escape without me, <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
No, that finality I would <strong>the</strong>n use on myself. Oh, don’t look so surprised; I am dying. When<br />
I requested death at <strong>the</strong> Master’s hands he obliged me, but not with a quick death as I<br />
hoped, but a slow, agonising extinction. <strong>The</strong> TARDIS is now <strong>the</strong> only thing keeping me<br />
alive, and as it cannot escape <strong>the</strong> Void <strong>the</strong>n so I must remain here. I had built this Reliquary<br />
with <strong>the</strong> sole intent to act as my tomb, but given <strong>the</strong> current catastrophe, I think it would be<br />
best served as your lifeline. And don’t worry about getting back home; I’ve attuned <strong>the</strong><br />
capsule to <strong>the</strong> frequency <strong>of</strong> our dimension, so it’ll home onto <strong>the</strong> signal easily. You’ll be back<br />
in no time.’<br />
‘I’m sure I can’t change your mind,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> said with angry hiss. He hated<br />
complications and barely cared for helpless goodbyes. Koschei shook his head.<br />
‘Not unless you wish to cost me my last shred <strong>of</strong> dignity.’<br />
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‘That’s one price that’s too high for us all.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> hesitated for a moment and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n stuck out his hand. ‘Well, bye-bye, Koschei. Good luck with what’s left.’<br />
Koschei gripped <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s hand and shook it once, quickly. ‘And <strong>the</strong> same to<br />
you, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Omega speed.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blinked at <strong>the</strong> expression and <strong>the</strong>n stepped in <strong>the</strong> Reliquary and pulled<br />
<strong>the</strong> aperture shut behind him. Just before <strong>the</strong> portal closed Koschei called out:<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, this time you must stop <strong>the</strong> Master, once and for all.’<br />
From inside <strong>the</strong> chamber, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> spoke with a voice quite literally from <strong>the</strong><br />
bottom <strong>of</strong> a tomb.<br />
‘I will stop him, and I’ll stop at nothing to do it.’<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> door closed with a sharp metallic clang and all was silent. Koschei inhaled<br />
and pressed <strong>the</strong> roundel nearest doorway and <strong>the</strong> chamber shook, preparing for transference.<br />
<strong>The</strong> TARDIS <strong>the</strong>n rumbled and a thick atmosphere <strong>of</strong> green smoke billowed through <strong>the</strong><br />
air. Fires were raging just behind <strong>the</strong> walls. <strong>The</strong> air scorched; <strong>the</strong> ground shook; <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was a massive explosion <strong>of</strong> heat and a howl <strong>of</strong> air as <strong>the</strong> Reliquary dissolved…<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>Doctor</strong>, you must tell me what happens next!<br />
And just why should I I thought you wanted me to do <strong>the</strong> listening<br />
This is new information; I must know <strong>the</strong> entire story.<br />
Oh well, since you insist. But <strong>the</strong>re’s really not much more to tell.<br />
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<strong>Doctor</strong>, everything!<br />
I’ve got you hooked, haven’t I Well, <strong>the</strong> next bit ra<strong>the</strong>r tedious so I’ll paraphrase, shall I<br />
Whatever it takes!<br />
Touché. Well…Koschei’s Reliquary actually managed to dematerialise before his TARDIS collapsed and I<br />
was cast into <strong>the</strong> Void. His homing beacon modification to <strong>the</strong> capsule was able to latch onto <strong>the</strong> prime<br />
universe and I quickly found myself back home – but <strong>the</strong>re was a catch.<br />
A catch What do you mean<br />
It means a contingency, a pre-condition. Ah! You meant what do I mean That’s much clearer. Anyway, <strong>the</strong><br />
homing beacon was operational but not terribly functional and so I found myself able to enter my universe but<br />
unable to complete <strong>the</strong> materialisation process. I could briefly see my destination but always be forced to pull<br />
away. It was a bit like being caught in a revolving door, ever seeing where you want to get <strong>of</strong>f but never getting<br />
<strong>the</strong>re…<br />
But you must have arrived, surely, <strong>Doctor</strong> Or else how could you be here now<br />
True, very true. But where is here and now But <strong>the</strong>re and <strong>the</strong>n even I had to call for help. So let’s see how<br />
much you’ve been paying attention. What’s one event in this entire sordid affair hasn’t yet been explained<br />
Come on. Think hard, for once.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> girl’s apparition!<br />
That’s Sarah Jane to you.<br />
Ever <strong>the</strong> guardian <strong>of</strong> amnesty, <strong>Doctor</strong> But I’m right, am I not It was you that woman saw appearing to <strong>the</strong><br />
Reptiles in <strong>the</strong> Antarctic wastes. But why…ah!<br />
Oh, please, tell me you’ve figured it out.<br />
It seems I must, given your growing propensity to ramble. But <strong>the</strong> reason is obvious: you needed <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
acquire your TARDIS from Geneva. I imagine you modified <strong>the</strong> Reliquary’s side-real homing system to<br />
double as a matter transmitter to ferry those animals across <strong>the</strong> planet.<br />
Well done! I couldn’t have provided a better paraphrase myself. Mind you, that was a risk on my part –<br />
draining all that power just to bump Decrix and Ichtar across a hemisphere. Still –<br />
I know what happens next, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Despite your risk <strong>the</strong> venture succeeded and <strong>the</strong> Reptiles procured your<br />
Ship. Presumably <strong>the</strong>y used <strong>the</strong>ir technology to boost a carrier wave from your TARDIS to Koschei’s<br />
Reliquary, which you in turn used to materialise <strong>the</strong> tomb inside your ancient machine and permit you to<br />
make your grand entrance at South Bend just as my Primordial Horde was about to devour your little<br />
UNIT family.<br />
And with that final push you’ve brought us back to where we should be. Of course, <strong>the</strong>re was that minor<br />
problem with Mike Yates…<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> advanced slowly towards <strong>the</strong> Primal Yates with one arm extended pacifically<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> transformed soldier. <strong>The</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r arm frantically waved at everyone else to find<br />
safety behind <strong>the</strong> console. <strong>The</strong> Primal Yates bared drew back his green lips in a snarl,<br />
revealing long, saliva-slick white fangs. He swiped a hairy, grey-green skinned paw at <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>, who danced a backwards step towards <strong>the</strong> wall.<br />
‘Come now, Mike, you know me. I’m <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. That’s right <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. Now<br />
don’t be frightened. We’re all friends here, most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> time.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Time Lord continued <strong>the</strong> slow advance and started to circle backwards and to<br />
<strong>the</strong> right towards one corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier saw a large brass-walled box nestled<br />
in <strong>the</strong> same corner; <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was about to back into <strong>the</strong> box. Lethbridge-Stewart called<br />
out.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, do be careful – you’re backing into a -’<br />
‘I know what I’m doing, Brigadier. I’m trying to be friendly to our guest. Although,<br />
Mike, in your present condition if I’m going to let you stay in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS I have to make<br />
sure you’re properly housebroken. You’re a clean pet, aren’t you, Mike’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Primal Yates hissed and lunged at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> who deftly side-stepped and spun<br />
to <strong>the</strong> side, pulling open <strong>the</strong> doorway to <strong>the</strong> dark interior <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Reliquary, into which <strong>the</strong><br />
leaping Primal Yates flew with an angry, frightened wail. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> spun around once<br />
more and with a wide sweep <strong>of</strong> his arm threw shut <strong>the</strong> Reliquary door, which locked secure.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned about once more with a wide smile beaming upon his face.<br />
‘Kennelled and muzzled!’<br />
Everyone began to emerge from behind <strong>the</strong> console. Benton tentatively stepped<br />
close to <strong>the</strong> Reliquary doors. <strong>The</strong> pain he felt for his friend was evident.<br />
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‘Is <strong>the</strong>re anything you can do for Mike, <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stared into space, as if <strong>the</strong> white walls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Console Room were a<br />
blank canvas <strong>of</strong> eternity.<br />
‘I don’t know, Benton. Reversing cellular retrogression is no simple task, although<br />
<strong>the</strong> cabinet where Mike is now has built-in biological cleansing mechanisms – good for<br />
preservation, you know.’<br />
‘But will that be enough to cure him’ Sarah asked.<br />
‘Well…it’s <strong>the</strong> best hope he has. But I’ve got bigger problems to solve right now.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier stood behind <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> with his hands clasped behind his back. He<br />
raised his eyebrows and cast his old friend a mildly reproving half-smile.<br />
‘I couldn’t agree more. But one thing: ‘A housebroken pet’’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> tilted back his head in proprietary defiance.<br />
‘My TARDIS, my rules. And no dogs allowed.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> smiled once more and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier not help but join him; rarely before<br />
had he felt such relief as he did now knowing he friend was alive and well, but he needed<br />
answers and a plan.<br />
‘I think we would all best be served if we learn what you’ve been up to, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘That includes your report, Brigadier,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> replied before he related his<br />
activities since <strong>the</strong> Master’s attack: <strong>of</strong> his shifts between parallel realities and <strong>the</strong> corrosion<br />
consuming <strong>the</strong> dimensions, <strong>of</strong> his rescue by Koschei and true nature <strong>of</strong> Stalmann’s Gas, his<br />
own escape from <strong>the</strong> Void via Koschei’s Reliquary, and <strong>the</strong> recruiting <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> Reptiles<br />
to locate <strong>the</strong> TARDIS and assist in his return to <strong>the</strong> prime universe. <strong>The</strong>n Lethbridge-<br />
Stewart briefly told his party’s experiences after <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s disappearance and <strong>the</strong>ir travels<br />
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across Antarctica towards South Bend. With <strong>the</strong> exchange complete, Harry voiced his<br />
concerns.<br />
‘Don’t misunderstand, <strong>Doctor</strong>, I’m very pleased to see you alive -’<br />
‘I’m very relieved to hear you say so, Harry.’<br />
‘What Oh, thank you. But even if we are all up to speed we’re still no nearer to<br />
stopping <strong>the</strong> Master.’<br />
‘Ah…you have a plan <strong>of</strong> action, I take it’<br />
‘Well…not really. I just think we should be getting out <strong>of</strong> here.’<br />
‘Ah! You mean dematerialise Go on <strong>the</strong>n. It’s that switch right <strong>the</strong>re.’<br />
‘You’ll let me fly <strong>the</strong> TARDIS, <strong>Doctor</strong> You never did before.’<br />
‘Well…you know how it is, wisdom and age and those sorts <strong>of</strong> things.’<br />
‘I say…right oh. Now…’ Harry squared his shoulders and found <strong>the</strong> switch <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> had specified. He felt its cold, knobbed surface beneath <strong>the</strong> pad <strong>of</strong> his finger and felt<br />
a brief rush <strong>of</strong> importance. Today, for once, I get save everybody. Harry flipped <strong>the</strong> switch. <strong>The</strong><br />
central column flared red and white; <strong>the</strong> console base shuddered with a deep rumble, and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n fell silent. Nothing else happened. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> for a moment furrowed his brow before<br />
shrugging his shoulders.<br />
‘Sorry, Harry, I should have told you: we can’t take <strong>of</strong>f.’<br />
‘You knew Why didn’t you say’<br />
‘Come now, Harry, no wisdom was ever gained with personal cost.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> swept past Harry to move around <strong>the</strong> console and kept speaking as if<br />
nothing had happened.<br />
‘But we really can’t, you know. Remember, Brigadier, how I mentioned back at<br />
Geneva <strong>the</strong>re were electromagnetic disturbances all across <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> <strong>The</strong> planet-wide<br />
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release <strong>of</strong> Dagon’s blood has turned <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> into a dimensional pressure cooker – not only<br />
is <strong>the</strong> liquid burning between parallel realities but it’s isolating this world from <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> its<br />
universe. I was only able to get <strong>the</strong> old girl here through a transmat link set up by <strong>the</strong><br />
Reptiles. But <strong>the</strong> Master has manipulated <strong>the</strong> planet’s natural energy field to lock <strong>the</strong><br />
TARDIS’ spatial-temporal coordinates. We are well and truly trapped.’<br />
‘So what can we do’ Sarah Jane asked, leaning forward onto <strong>the</strong> console to stare<br />
expectantly at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. <strong>The</strong> Time Lord took reached over <strong>the</strong> console to snatch his hat<br />
from atop <strong>the</strong> central column, which he set atop his head.<br />
‘You all are going to stay inside where it’s safe and find yourself some decent<br />
clothing; you can show <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> way to <strong>the</strong> wardrobe room, Sarah. Meanwhile I’m going to<br />
do <strong>the</strong> only thing I can do in this situation.’<br />
‘And just what exactly is that, <strong>Doctor</strong>’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier queried with a small sigh.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> tugged <strong>the</strong> door control switch and <strong>the</strong> two interior double doors swung<br />
open with a purring whine.<br />
‘Go outside and speak with <strong>the</strong> Master, and see if things can get any worse.’<br />
With a final nod <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> shoved his hands in his pockets, put his head down, and<br />
strode forward and out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS.<br />
This is my favourite moment in this event, <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong> moment <strong>of</strong> understanding!<br />
Are you sure it’s your favourite or mine<br />
You can’t confuse me. Not now.<br />
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Can’t I Just watch and see…<br />
<strong>The</strong> Police Box door <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS swung open and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stepped out into <strong>the</strong><br />
Antarctic wasteland. Curls <strong>of</strong> steam rose from <strong>the</strong> ice sheet beneath him and <strong>the</strong> paw prints<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Primal Horde had melted <strong>the</strong>ir imprints into <strong>the</strong> snow. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood alone in <strong>the</strong><br />
heated chill; <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master and his creatures <strong>the</strong>re was no sign; <strong>the</strong>y had retreated into <strong>the</strong><br />
remains <strong>of</strong> South Bend’s command centre. It’s ra<strong>the</strong>r lonely out here, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> thought. Well, I<br />
want some company.<br />
‘Master!’ he boomed, knowing his enemy could hear him loud and clear. ‘<strong>The</strong>re’s<br />
enough ice and snow here to build <strong>the</strong> galaxy’s largest snowman – care to join me If anyone<br />
asks you’re my chief assistant. Now what do you say to that’<br />
<strong>The</strong> front hatch <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> command centre split open and sterile-white brilliance burned<br />
through <strong>the</strong> opened aperture. <strong>The</strong> Master’s voice spoke through <strong>the</strong> opening.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, come inside and join me. I find <strong>the</strong> cold most disagreeable.’<br />
‘No, no! I prefer <strong>the</strong> open air. After all, we’ve had some our best conversations<br />
outdoors.’<br />
‘You will obey my command or I shall dispatch my horde to force your obedience!’<br />
‘Oh, you could do that. In fact I have total confidence you want to do that, but you<br />
decide anything answer me this: your retrograded servants, are <strong>the</strong>y hot to <strong>the</strong> touch’<br />
‘Undoubtedly.’<br />
‘Hot enough to scorch flesh’<br />
‘Most assuredly.’<br />
‘Scalding enough to melt diamond’<br />
‘I guarantee it.’<br />
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‘Ah! <strong>The</strong>n if you sent your creatures out to destroy me <strong>the</strong>n you also guarantee <strong>the</strong><br />
certain destruction <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> diamond I’m holding right now.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> opened his palm and held up a black diamond loop, which pulsed with<br />
glutinous light in <strong>the</strong> misty air. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> smiled and stared wide into <strong>the</strong> light.<br />
‘Do you like it I’m sure you do; it has sentimental value.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> knew without question <strong>the</strong> Master recognised <strong>the</strong> diamond loop held<br />
al<strong>of</strong>t in his hand; for it was far more than a simple trinket. Some years ago now <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
predecessor had trapped within <strong>the</strong> loop’s quantum lattice <strong>the</strong> Master’s final pocket <strong>of</strong><br />
regenerative energy. Now, as he had done before on occasion, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was literally using<br />
<strong>the</strong> Master’s stolen life as a bargaining chip. <strong>The</strong> Master’s voice spoke once more.<br />
‘Give me <strong>the</strong> loop, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘I might, if you come outside.’<br />
‘GIVE IT TO ME!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master’s voice raged and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> felt his hair curl just as it had underwater<br />
before <strong>the</strong> Master’s attack. He had not forgotten <strong>the</strong> Master’s strange, new powers; whatever<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir source, <strong>the</strong>y gave <strong>the</strong> desperate Master, even in his degenerate condition, a formidable<br />
edge. Never<strong>the</strong>less, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> refused to fear as he shouted once more:<br />
‘If you want it, come and get it!’<br />
For several moments <strong>the</strong>re was no sound from within <strong>the</strong> command centre. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was a s<strong>of</strong>t shuffling <strong>of</strong> feet and <strong>the</strong> Master’s cloaked and hunched figure lurched into<br />
<strong>the</strong> light-filled doorway.<br />
‘Very well, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Here I am.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> cracked a self-pleased smile and risked a fur<strong>the</strong>r concession at <strong>the</strong><br />
Master’s expense.<br />
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‘A little closer, please; in your condition I don’t think you can hit me if you decide to<br />
start a snowball fight.’<br />
That finished it. <strong>The</strong> Master snarled and hurried forward with his cloak flying about<br />
him, so fast <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was sure he would crash into him but after several steps <strong>the</strong> Time<br />
Lord screeched like an animal caught in a trap and stumbled to crash down upon his knees<br />
and elbows in <strong>the</strong> snow. Lying <strong>the</strong>re, half-sprawled upon <strong>the</strong> powdered ice, <strong>the</strong> Master<br />
looked like a once-mighty lion pitifully reduced to impotent and diseased misery. For all <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
history and <strong>the</strong> destruction <strong>the</strong> Master was even wreaking upon <strong>the</strong> cosmos, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> felt<br />
a swell <strong>of</strong> compassion for his old enemy, his old friend. He knelt down and laid a caring<br />
hand on <strong>the</strong> Master’s shoulder.<br />
‘Do you really want this’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master raised a shaking gloved hand towards <strong>the</strong> loop hooked around <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s fingers. Halfway it rose and <strong>the</strong>n no more. <strong>The</strong> Master hissed in burning fury and<br />
his voice spat in breaking rage.<br />
‘Yes! I want it! I want it more than anything! I want it even more than your life!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> snatched away <strong>the</strong> loop and sat back sharply. His eyes blazed with what<br />
a religious observer might have called righteous indignation.<br />
‘I don’t mean <strong>the</strong> life you lost; I mean <strong>the</strong> life you have! Look at yourself! You were<br />
wonderful once. You were a prince among lords, honoured, even revered. But you loved<br />
yourself as much as you hated everyone else and you envied after creation. And now see<br />
where your selfish quest has brought you: to ruin and desolation in <strong>the</strong> muck! Can you tell<br />
me now this is what you want Well Are you even listening to me’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master chuckled and lifted his head. His eyes were closed.<br />
‘No, <strong>Doctor</strong>, I’m not. I’m concentrating.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Master’s eyes snapped open and blazed with green light. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> cried out<br />
as blinding surges <strong>of</strong> pain once more coursed through his body. As he crashed upon his back<br />
into <strong>the</strong> snow he saw through <strong>the</strong> pain-clenched slits <strong>of</strong> his eyes <strong>the</strong> Master rise up like a<br />
tower above him.<br />
‘You always were a slave to moral simplicity, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I accept no such restraint. I am<br />
<strong>the</strong> Master now and forever, and broken hearts will never sway my destined hand! But<br />
yours…’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master reached down and plucked <strong>the</strong> quantum container from <strong>the</strong> snow where<br />
it had fallen from <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s convulsing hand. He smiled with ecstasy at his treasured find,<br />
but <strong>the</strong> smile quickly soured as he examined <strong>the</strong> texture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> loop.<br />
‘This is a fake, <strong>Doctor</strong>!’<br />
Though still racked with pain, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> managed to smile.<br />
‘Fool…you…once…shame…on…me. Fool…you…twice….you’re just dense!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master’s face hardened with absolute hatred. <strong>The</strong>n he reached down and heaved<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> up to his eye-level.<br />
‘Where is <strong>the</strong> real container, <strong>Doctor</strong> In your TARDIS’<br />
‘Now that…would be telling.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master sneered as he stared into <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> his bitter rival. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> felt <strong>the</strong><br />
Master’s hands beginning to tremble as he held him. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Master slammed his forehead<br />
into <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s face. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> slumped backwards, almost unconscious. Through eyes<br />
swimming with pain and disorientation, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> saw <strong>the</strong> Master throw away <strong>the</strong> useless<br />
loop into <strong>the</strong> air. It glinted weakly in <strong>the</strong> dim light as it spun <strong>of</strong>f into <strong>the</strong> darkness. <strong>The</strong><br />
Master’s eyes blazed green once more and <strong>the</strong> loop disintegrated into molten sparks and<br />
smoke. <strong>The</strong> Master <strong>the</strong>n pushed <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> backwards and let him fall face first into <strong>the</strong><br />
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snow. For several moments <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> lay <strong>the</strong>re, disoriented and bristling in pain. He <strong>the</strong>n<br />
heard <strong>the</strong> sharp creak <strong>of</strong> metal hinges and <strong>the</strong> scrape <strong>of</strong> a wooden door, his TARDIS’ door.<br />
He heard Sarah Jane’s voice, as if from across a distant wasteland.<br />
‘Oh, no, <strong>Doctor</strong>! Brigadier, he’s been attacked!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> slowly swivelled his head towards <strong>the</strong> voice. Through darkening sight he<br />
saw Sarah Jane and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier in <strong>the</strong> doorway. Even with <strong>the</strong> chaos raging all around him<br />
and his awareness dissipating, he somehow noticed how his friends had managed to visit <strong>the</strong><br />
wardrobe room and found <strong>the</strong>mselves clo<strong>the</strong>s, but not necessarily better ones: Sarah Jane<br />
and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier wore both wore simple black long-sleeved shirts and trousers. <strong>The</strong> old girl<br />
must be feeling pessimistic. I can’t blame her. But clo<strong>the</strong>s should always show some cheer. <strong>The</strong>n he heard<br />
<strong>the</strong> Brigadier shout.<br />
‘Benton, help me drag him to safety!’<br />
‘Right, sir.’ Benton appeared in <strong>the</strong> doorway. He was also wearing a simple black<br />
shirt and trouser pair. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blinked with disease. It’s like a Kaled convention. Only Harry<br />
looks good in such drab colouration. I should go and find <strong>the</strong>m something more individualistic…<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Master’s voice, close and booming, rent <strong>the</strong> air.<br />
‘No! <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> is mine, you shrieking microcephalic irritants. Too long have I<br />
been irked by your interference and I will tolerate your existence no more! My horde, take<br />
<strong>the</strong>m!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master snapped his gloved fingers and out from his TARDIS burst a rushing<br />
stream <strong>of</strong> Primords, shrieking and growling with maddened energy. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> heard Sarah<br />
Jane scream; <strong>the</strong> Brigadier called to Benton once more. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> tried to get to his feet<br />
but a kick from <strong>the</strong> Master connected to his chest and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> sprawled into <strong>the</strong> icy slush<br />
once more. Prostrate, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> strained to hear what was happening when he felt his scarf<br />
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tighten around his neck as <strong>the</strong> Master grabbed its free end and with it began to drag his prey<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> heat and light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> command centre. <strong>The</strong> Master’s voice came to him as if<br />
speaking from <strong>the</strong> distant end <strong>of</strong> an endless tunnel.<br />
‘You needn’t worry anymore for your companions, <strong>Doctor</strong>. My army will be done<br />
with <strong>the</strong>m forthwith. And as for you…I don’t apologise for inflicting upon you such a crude<br />
show <strong>of</strong> force; your foolish ploy deserved nothing less. I could <strong>of</strong>fer more refined pain<br />
through my new powers, <strong>of</strong> course, but I want you at least conscious to witness <strong>the</strong> true<br />
spectacle <strong>of</strong> my glory.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> lifted his head from <strong>the</strong> ice to peer up at where <strong>the</strong> Master was taking<br />
him.<br />
‘Aren’t you just supposed to kill me right now’<br />
‘Truth be known, I had hoped you’d simply die on your own, but now I see you can’t<br />
even comply with such a simple expectation. I attribute that stubbornness to your<br />
insufferably unyielding self-confidence. Well, maybe if I show you just how hopeless <strong>the</strong><br />
situation really is for you <strong>the</strong>n you might have <strong>the</strong> sense to die at last.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master released <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s scarf and walked a distance ahead. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
pushed up from <strong>the</strong> ground and looked around. He immediately recognised that he was<br />
inside <strong>the</strong> Master’s TARDIS Console Room, but more by sense than by sight: although <strong>the</strong><br />
chamber was much like it had been on <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s previous visit, drenched in <strong>the</strong> shadows<br />
cast by <strong>the</strong> walls <strong>of</strong> onyx and black marble, <strong>the</strong> architecture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room had been enlarged<br />
and expanded to accommodate a vast and intricate metallic cocoon surrounding <strong>the</strong><br />
console’s central column. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> glanced down and saw that <strong>the</strong> floor was in fact a<br />
black grilled dais, through which he could see <strong>the</strong> scintillating neon-green glow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
column pulsing in <strong>the</strong> infinitely deepening darkness below. Something was conducting a<br />
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massive charge along <strong>the</strong> time rotor’s artron transfer housing. Thick, wide arcs <strong>of</strong> electricity<br />
jumped and surged along <strong>the</strong> column. And <strong>the</strong>re was something else, a presence, dark,<br />
malevolent, alien. And familiar. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood upon his feet.<br />
‘What have monstrosity have you caged here, Master’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master stood besides <strong>the</strong> console and faced <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. In <strong>the</strong> darkness his eyes<br />
glowed with power.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> means to capture my destiny, <strong>Doctor</strong>. And <strong>the</strong> key to achieve my apo<strong>the</strong>osis.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master pressed a marble button on <strong>the</strong> console and a low, rumbling drone filled<br />
<strong>the</strong> chamber. Bursts <strong>of</strong> compressed air hissed between metal slats struggling to move and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n housing around <strong>the</strong> central column, shook, strained, and pulled apart in a shrieking cry<br />
<strong>of</strong> release. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> saw it: a body with <strong>the</strong> chilling face – half-jackal, half-bat -<br />
clad in a thick, black robe <strong>of</strong> body armour, inelegantly long, rakishly thin, and dried almost to<br />
dust with age and mottled decay, floated in <strong>the</strong> exposed temporal flow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> time rotor’s<br />
transparent tubing. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stepped forward and stared in mortified fury upon <strong>the</strong><br />
creature; for he recognised <strong>the</strong> carcass for what it was: an ancient and terrible monster born<br />
from alien sands, a beast <strong>of</strong> endless madness driven only by <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>of</strong> destruction, and<br />
a ruthless god who had nearly devastated <strong>the</strong> cosmos purely out <strong>of</strong> pointless glee. <strong>The</strong><br />
Egyptians had called him <strong>the</strong> Destroyer; his own people had named him <strong>the</strong> Typhonian<br />
Beast; and races across <strong>the</strong> universe had many o<strong>the</strong>r terrible titles for him; but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
knew his true name, <strong>the</strong> name which he abhorred, and <strong>the</strong> name which <strong>the</strong> Master now<br />
spoke with triumph.<br />
‘Yes, <strong>Doctor</strong>, it is Sutekh. I found him where you left him, broken in <strong>the</strong> dust. But I<br />
own him now, and with <strong>the</strong> power <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> last <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Osirans, I, <strong>the</strong> Master, shall shed my<br />
crumbling body and become a god!’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Master chucked…just as I chuckle now.<br />
(<strong>The</strong> Master emerges from <strong>the</strong> veils <strong>of</strong> memory. He wears his black Nehru suit with white<br />
cuffs and black links. He claps his lea<strong>the</strong>r-gloved hands in amusement and his white-tipped<br />
black beard frames a satisfied smile.)<br />
You had good reason to chuckle, didn’t you<br />
(<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> steps forward out <strong>the</strong> remembered shadows. He wears his light grey great coat<br />
with chocolate velvet lining on <strong>the</strong> upper lapels and around <strong>the</strong> cuffs, trousers identical in<br />
material and colour to <strong>the</strong> coat, a white shirt with a dark red cravat, a wheat hued waistcoat<br />
with dark vertical and horizontal stripes, dark boots, and an endless multi-coloured scarf<br />
around his neck and shoulders.)<br />
I have every reason to laugh at your defeat.<br />
But that was <strong>the</strong>n and I still beat you.<br />
No, <strong>Doctor</strong>, this is now and I can still win! I’ve trapped you in <strong>the</strong> Remembrance Matrix <strong>of</strong> your<br />
TARDIS, and through its reconstructive power I can reach back through our memory and alter <strong>the</strong> course <strong>of</strong><br />
history! This is why I’ve made you remember this day, <strong>Doctor</strong> – this is where it all went wrong. But now I<br />
will make it right and just as I had you in my power <strong>the</strong>n, I have you now, and now at last, I, <strong>the</strong> Master,<br />
will claim an everlasting victory!<br />
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THE MASTER’S MEMORY<br />
SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE TARDIS’ REMEMBRANCE<br />
NOW YOU ASK YOURSELF, DOCTOR, HOW I CAME TO BE IN POSSESSION OF SUTEKH’S<br />
corpse Of course, with all <strong>the</strong> various parallel elements <strong>of</strong> my plot, you must also wonder<br />
how I possibly devised this scheme. Well, as we have a few moments before <strong>the</strong> end, I can<br />
have <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>of</strong> explaining <strong>the</strong> full genius <strong>of</strong> my design…<br />
EGYPT, THE GREAT PYRAMIDS, 1911<br />
Dry dust and silence reigned over all in cold, dark cavern. Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> shadows, a light<br />
metallic whisper wavered for a moment in <strong>the</strong> air, and from empty space a broad and high<br />
black and silver painted sarcophagus solidified. <strong>The</strong> front cover bore <strong>the</strong> image <strong>of</strong> a dark<br />
bearded man. A moment later this cover pushed open and from within emerged a man with<br />
<strong>the</strong> same face and beard. He was dressed in an elegant and well-fitting smooth, black Nehru<br />
suit with a high collar, black cuffs, white cuff-links, and black velvet gloves. This man,<br />
known universally as <strong>the</strong> Master, was unwell, and for one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> few times in his memory, he<br />
was also uneasy.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Master shivered in <strong>the</strong> dry cold and leaned against his TARDIS. He grit his teeth<br />
in frustration; normally his Time Lord endurance would have registered <strong>the</strong> ambient<br />
temperature as simply a light chill, but recent events with his hated enemy, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> had<br />
damaged him in ways he could not mend. Those encounters had dealt him several serious<br />
blows to his physical health, a precarious condition no doubt exacerbated by his current<br />
laborious search through space and time for <strong>the</strong> scattered portions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Godhead artefact.<br />
No matter <strong>the</strong> first cause <strong>of</strong> continued stresses, <strong>the</strong> Master’s health had deteriorated such<br />
that he was now always weak, and freezing. With shaking hands <strong>the</strong> Master tugged close to<br />
his body a long black cloak, which he had recently taken to wearing: <strong>the</strong> cloak was comprised<br />
<strong>of</strong> a <strong>the</strong>rmal-retentive material, which stored and recycled both his own body’s natural heat<br />
and any warmth in his surroundings. At <strong>the</strong> moment <strong>the</strong>re was preciously little heat, but <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
what warmth is <strong>the</strong>re is <strong>the</strong> domain <strong>of</strong> a cold-hearted god<br />
Straightening his tunic and squaring his shoulders, <strong>the</strong> Master began walking forward<br />
with confidence and care: this would be one <strong>of</strong> his most dangerous experiences were he in<br />
his prime; but in his current condition, one mistake would be an invitation for absolute<br />
destruction. <strong>The</strong> Master crept close along a rough dark purple stone wall – constructed <strong>of</strong><br />
material nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> Egypt or <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> – and passed through a deep shadow. He halted. It<br />
stood before him: <strong>the</strong> back side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> prison throne <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> last <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mighty Osirians, and<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> black high-backed stone sat Sutekh <strong>the</strong> Destroyer.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master slunk as silently as possible towards <strong>the</strong> Osirian’s seated prison and<br />
crouched down low to <strong>the</strong> ground behind <strong>the</strong> obelisk chair. <strong>The</strong> Master steadied his breath<br />
so no air emanated from his nose and mouth. <strong>The</strong> operation he was about to undertake was<br />
terribly delicate and terrifically perilous: <strong>the</strong> extraction <strong>of</strong> a sample <strong>of</strong> an Osiran’s genetic<br />
material. But by what great cosmic conceit it must be Sutekh Simply because he is <strong>the</strong> only one living I can<br />
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approach close enough to harvest <strong>the</strong> biological mass necessary for my purposes. Thanks to <strong>the</strong> prison trap set<br />
by his bro<strong>the</strong>r, Horus, he cannot evade my reach. Even so, even I must admit caution this time: <strong>the</strong> legends<br />
don’t call Sutekh <strong>the</strong> Typhonian Beast for nothing. But <strong>the</strong>n, I don’t call myself <strong>the</strong> Master for mere flattery.<br />
A confrontation between us would be quite stimulating, after all. But no need for <strong>the</strong>atrics just yet…<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master removed one glove and exposed <strong>the</strong> dry and thinning skin to <strong>the</strong> rarefied<br />
air <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tomb. While en route to Egypt, he had coated his hand with a biological extractor<br />
gel; it would be able to trap minute portions <strong>of</strong> Osirian DNA with only <strong>the</strong> slightest contact.<br />
Applied correctly and he would be certain to avoid <strong>the</strong> notoriously insane being’s wrathful<br />
notice. Although at <strong>the</strong> moment it seemed Sutekh’s concentration was directed elsewhere.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master reached out his hand…and <strong>the</strong>n Sutekh spoke.<br />
‘My paralysis has left me. I can move! I can move. Now, Horus, we shall see who<br />
rules <strong>the</strong> cosmos!’<br />
Whatever force had bound <strong>the</strong> Osirian to his eternal seat had been broken. With<br />
slow but certain mobility, Sutekh stood for <strong>the</strong> first time in seven thousand years. Startled by<br />
<strong>the</strong> sudden change <strong>of</strong> circumstances, <strong>the</strong> Master withdrew his hand from <strong>the</strong> side-arm <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
seat and re-donned his glove. With Sutekh inexplicably freed, his options had collapsed to<br />
one: retreat and plan anew. Curse <strong>the</strong> caprice <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> coincidence. If I didn’t know better this would be <strong>the</strong><br />
sort <strong>of</strong> calamity in which <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> would get involved.<br />
Before <strong>the</strong> Master could make any fur<strong>the</strong>r movement, Sutekh transformed into his<br />
true, jackal-like form, and <strong>the</strong>n immediately entered a localised directional wormhole, typical<br />
<strong>of</strong> technology native to <strong>the</strong> Osirian homeworld <strong>of</strong> Phaster Osiris. <strong>The</strong> Master studied <strong>the</strong><br />
specialised contours <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corridor and estimated Sutekh would arrive at his destination in<br />
twenty seconds. With his intentions thwarted, <strong>the</strong> Master found himself not caring<br />
particularly where <strong>the</strong> creature was heading. He stood and was about to return to his<br />
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TARDIS when he spotted a very important figure just beyond <strong>the</strong> opposite end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
wormhole: <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. His old enemy had not changed since <strong>the</strong>ir encounter on <strong>Earth</strong> in<br />
<strong>the</strong> brief alternate reality <strong>the</strong> Master himself had constructed, and he still looked <strong>the</strong> fool.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master also spied <strong>the</strong> ever-enduring Miss Smith at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s side. Of <strong>the</strong> milquetoast<br />
Harry Sullivan <strong>the</strong>re was no sign, but that was no matter; <strong>the</strong> man was more foolish than <strong>the</strong><br />
current <strong>Doctor</strong> and not a bit entertaining in his uselessness. So, you are meddling again in my<br />
affairs, <strong>Doctor</strong>, even if you don’t know it. How typically thoughtless. But just what are you doing<br />
An answer to <strong>the</strong> inquiry came quite quickly: Sutekh’s progression through <strong>the</strong> space<br />
conduit halted, and with each passing instant his body began to age, wi<strong>the</strong>ring with decay as<br />
his form was forced backwards through <strong>the</strong> wormhole. <strong>The</strong> Osirian was caught in a time<br />
corridor, and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> was robbing <strong>the</strong> Master once more.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>, you frustrate me again even unknowingly! Still, to destroy Sutekh <strong>the</strong><br />
Destroyer: I never knew you had it in you.’<br />
Suddenly, <strong>the</strong>re was a flash <strong>of</strong> light and a burst <strong>of</strong> sound, and something hurled out<br />
from <strong>the</strong> Egyptian end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wormhole. <strong>The</strong> Master stepped forward and examined <strong>the</strong><br />
arrival. What he saw made him start with surprise, and <strong>the</strong>n smile with satisfaction. Thanks<br />
to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> <strong>the</strong> plan had changed, but only for <strong>the</strong> better. <strong>The</strong> Master let <strong>the</strong> glow <strong>of</strong><br />
anticipation warm him…<br />
But <strong>the</strong> acquisition <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Osirian’s corpse was merely <strong>the</strong> final piece <strong>of</strong> my intricate intent.<br />
<strong>The</strong> beginnings <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> plot extend far back into <strong>the</strong> mists <strong>of</strong> my past, <strong>Doctor</strong>, and yours.<br />
Oh, now you’re making me think I might learn something new. Just try <strong>the</strong>n.<br />
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Yes. It all began quite some time ago, even by Gallifreyan reckoning. I wasn’t myself, at least<br />
not this self – you will remember me as I was: young, athletic, and fearless. It was in <strong>the</strong> early<br />
days <strong>of</strong> my association with <strong>the</strong> Aliens, in those blissful times before you came and spoilt<br />
everything, as always. I had assigned myself <strong>the</strong> task <strong>of</strong> visiting <strong>Earth</strong> to investigate <strong>the</strong><br />
viability <strong>of</strong> recruiting <strong>Earth</strong> soldiers for <strong>The</strong> War Games from <strong>the</strong> late twentieth century.<br />
Before visiting that time period I had <strong>the</strong> opportunity to explore an earlier era –<br />
You mean your SIDRAT got lost.<br />
I experienced a temporary navigational misdirection, nothing more! I found myself on <strong>the</strong><br />
right planet but a century earlier – <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> year 1883, to be precise, during <strong>the</strong> volcanic<br />
eruption <strong>of</strong> Krakatau.<br />
Ah, really. Yes, I remember. I was <strong>the</strong>re too, you know.<br />
I am most thankful we chanced not to meet on that occasion.<br />
Didn’t we I would have thought so.<br />
I…I don’t recall…it doesn’t matter! This is my recollection, <strong>Doctor</strong>, not yours.<br />
By all means, don’t let me stop you.<br />
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In any event I watched Krakatau erupt with great interest, particularly with <strong>the</strong> thoughts <strong>of</strong><br />
using <strong>the</strong> Aliens’ resources to harness such destructive power. But <strong>the</strong>n…I heard a sound, a<br />
mesmerising, guttural cry near <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano. It was as if <strong>the</strong> planet itself were<br />
screeching. Of course it was nothing so metaphysical; my search for <strong>the</strong> sound source led me<br />
to a man - a primitive native to <strong>the</strong> island, I imagine – who had been near <strong>the</strong> site when <strong>the</strong><br />
eruption occurred. He had escaped <strong>the</strong> lava flow by huddling like an animal on a small<br />
outgrowth <strong>of</strong> rock on <strong>the</strong> mountain side; but <strong>the</strong> soot and ash in <strong>the</strong> air had nearly<br />
suffocated him. When he saw me standing over him I could see such fear in his eyes, and a<br />
pleading, a pleading to kill him, but I couldn’t, not when I saw what was happening to him.<br />
It was like nothing I had ever seen before.<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>, if you could only have seen it! Its skin was curdling! Hair was sprouting from every<br />
pore, and <strong>the</strong> sounds! It was as if a hundred million years <strong>of</strong> bestial ancestry had awakened in<br />
its core. I had to know more, to discover <strong>the</strong> reason <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> change. And <strong>the</strong>n I…felt it. I can<br />
only describe it as a presence…intelligence, so hot, so blisteringly hot. <strong>The</strong>n I saw <strong>the</strong><br />
source, a liquid, bright green and viscous, spewing from <strong>the</strong> base <strong>the</strong> mountain; <strong>the</strong> human<br />
was covered with this substance; it was <strong>the</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> its transformation. I knew this was a<br />
discovery too enticing to disregard. I secured a sample <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stuff in an Iso-Pocket for<br />
fur<strong>the</strong>r examination. I also briefly considered bringing <strong>the</strong> creature to my ship for<br />
vivisection, but a sudden release <strong>of</strong> lava through <strong>the</strong> volcano wall separated me from <strong>the</strong><br />
beast and I was forced to withdraw. I can still remember <strong>the</strong> creature’s dying moments,<br />
howling at <strong>the</strong> ash-choked air and writing as <strong>the</strong> magna flowed across its charred skin. It<br />
seemed to enjoy <strong>the</strong> heat even as its carcass caught fire. Agony and ecstasy indeed.<br />
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For me, that was <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> encounter. I retreated to my transport and departed from<br />
<strong>the</strong> time zone, but not without a souvenir to study. And study I did. I won’t trifle you with<br />
<strong>the</strong> exact scientific details, <strong>Doctor</strong>, but as I know you’ve already discovered <strong>the</strong> liquid was in<br />
fact a powerful dimensional corrosive capable <strong>of</strong> generating nigh-endless hyper-ionic energy.<br />
And it was organic in structure. Regrettably, with my limited available resources I could not<br />
examine <strong>the</strong> material more closely without personal risk, so I resolved to return to <strong>Earth</strong> and<br />
find more active samples. Finding such samples quickly proved somewhat difficult as <strong>the</strong><br />
liquid appeared to collect in measurable quantities no less than twenty miles beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
planet’s surface –<br />
Or in o<strong>the</strong>r words you had to crack <strong>the</strong> crust to get at <strong>the</strong> stuff. Just like drilling for oil!<br />
Putting it crudely, yes, and to conduct my search while employed by <strong>the</strong> Aliens I was forced<br />
to use very simple means <strong>of</strong> inquiry.<br />
Now, don’t tell me! You advertised. I can see <strong>the</strong> announcement: Have you seen this slime<br />
Sometimes, <strong>Doctor</strong>, I am ashamed our minds think so similarly. <strong>The</strong> truth is I indeed sent<br />
out several print notifications indicating my findings at Krakatoa, in <strong>the</strong> expectation that only<br />
those ei<strong>the</strong>r completely foolish or well-informed –<br />
Ah, but what’s <strong>the</strong> difference<br />
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- would respond with information on <strong>the</strong> primal fluid. Are you going to listen or not No<br />
answer An astute choice. Now, <strong>of</strong> course I anticipated that few people might show any<br />
interest in my admittedly sensational claims, and so I determined to throw my search to <strong>the</strong><br />
winds <strong>of</strong> time. To that end, I travelled forward in <strong>Earth</strong>’s history several decades to check<br />
<strong>the</strong> effects <strong>of</strong> my announcement on <strong>the</strong> scientific community. I found one man who had<br />
actually founded his life’s research on my findings at Krakatoa: a man with a meticulous and<br />
singularly focused mind driven blind by ambition and scientific glory, which suited my<br />
purposes perfectly. His name was –<br />
I’m sure it was Stahlman.<br />
You know Eric Ah, yes, <strong>of</strong> course. <strong>The</strong> Inferno Project. Yes, I remember you had your own<br />
encounter with <strong>the</strong> primal fluid, in two different worlds, no less. But <strong>the</strong>n you must have<br />
dealt with two versions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>essor.<br />
True. He was a bad egg on both globes.<br />
I must agree. His mind was too illogical for true greatness, too self-absorbed. But he satisfied<br />
my search well enough. I remember <strong>the</strong> period well: it was <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> year 1950, <strong>the</strong> Cold<br />
War was in its infancy, and intellectuals were basking in <strong>the</strong> scientific glow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> atomic<br />
bomb. Stahlman himself was eager to feel that warmth <strong>of</strong> discovery – after a promising start<br />
as a leading thinker - or so he thought - in geological and chemical engineering he was<br />
languishing as a junior partner in an under-funded scientific conclave <strong>of</strong> largely dismissed<br />
thinkers deemed too controversial or mundane for any note.<br />
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You must have fit in perfectly.<br />
Compliment or not, I shall ignore you, <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
Pah! Without my interjections your story would be recitation interminable!<br />
With your interjections my story would be endless!<br />
Ah, <strong>the</strong> neverending balance <strong>of</strong> narrative...well, carry on!<br />
Very well. I approached Stahlman with <strong>the</strong> details <strong>of</strong> my account. <strong>The</strong> information was good<br />
fodder for his scientific greed and ambition, but he demanded direct evidence. I judged<br />
hypnosis would only dull his effectiveness as a tool, so I resorted to <strong>the</strong> most effective<br />
persuasive technique at my disposal: I showed him <strong>the</strong> liquid. His reaction was no less than<br />
spectacular; I could almost see <strong>the</strong> dreams <strong>of</strong> scientific grandeur dancing behind his eyes. He<br />
instantly agreed to assist me in finding more underground deposits <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> material; but,<br />
regrettably, Stahlman was merely a junior partner in <strong>the</strong> organisation and needed permission<br />
to undertake an external expedition. That permission would have to come through his senior<br />
partner, and <strong>the</strong> head scientist <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> establishment, Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Hermann Zar<strong>of</strong>f.<br />
Zar<strong>of</strong>f! What are you doing making friends with all my worst megalomaniacs<br />
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Ah, so you know Hermann as well Yes, now that I think <strong>of</strong> it your twice-over predecessor<br />
crossed intents with him somewhere in 1970. I understand he was quite mad by that point.<br />
Yes, mad and stupid. He just wanted to drain <strong>the</strong> seas and destroy <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> for no reason whatsoever. But I<br />
wonder if you’ve come to clarify that point <strong>of</strong> disinterest<br />
Have I Well, <strong>of</strong> course I have! I remember it well. In those days Zar<strong>of</strong>f was not <strong>the</strong> stock<br />
madman you would later encounter, but instead was a ra<strong>the</strong>r level-headed and clear-minded<br />
thinker, if not a little exaggerated in his mannerisms. I think he liked to play up <strong>the</strong> fact that<br />
he was an outsider, a stranger to <strong>the</strong> great British Kingdom. But he was also supremely selfconfident,<br />
even to <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong> considering himself <strong>the</strong> greatest mind in living history. With<br />
such a mindset, it goes without saying <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>essor was unconvinced <strong>of</strong> my credentials as a<br />
scientist.<br />
You’re right. He was sensible in those days.<br />
Cease your distractions, <strong>Doctor</strong>! <strong>The</strong>y serve no purpose o<strong>the</strong>r than to annoy me.<br />
If you find that comforting, <strong>the</strong>n by all means accept that explanation.<br />
I already have. Now, Zar<strong>of</strong>f. To secure his involvement, I determined <strong>the</strong> best way to secure<br />
his confidence was a brief demonstration <strong>of</strong> my scientific over-qualifications.<br />
Don’t tell me – you showed him your SIDRAT!<br />
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Precisely! How else could I overpower his self-eminence And show him I did, much to <strong>the</strong><br />
irritation <strong>of</strong> Stahlman, who we left in charge <strong>of</strong> cleaning <strong>the</strong> canteen. But Zar<strong>of</strong>f…he was<br />
ra<strong>the</strong>r impressed with <strong>the</strong>…architecture <strong>of</strong> my abode. Perhaps too impressed. I think I’m<br />
safe in saying when I allowed Zar<strong>of</strong>f to see who I really was, when he stared into <strong>the</strong> endless<br />
stretches <strong>of</strong> his ship, his entire sense <strong>of</strong> self and his place in <strong>the</strong> universe disintegrated with<br />
no chance <strong>of</strong> reconstruction. I realised only <strong>the</strong>n that my polite show <strong>of</strong> force may have been<br />
a tad too overbearing. I attempted to placate <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>essor with <strong>of</strong>fers <strong>of</strong> sharing in <strong>the</strong><br />
fruitful power and conquest my plans would surely bear, but my words seemed only to whip<br />
<strong>the</strong> fool fur<strong>the</strong>r into a deeper frenzy. He stormed about <strong>the</strong> control room, ranting vagaries<br />
about how I had poisoned <strong>the</strong> world with my green alien blood and that he needed to<br />
cleanse <strong>the</strong> earth <strong>of</strong> its filth. I thought his tantrum was amusing at first, until he knocked <strong>the</strong><br />
Iso-Pocket from my hands and spilled its spilled its contents upon <strong>the</strong> floor <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> SIDRAT.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ship reacted violently to <strong>the</strong> exposure, as if it were trying to tear itself free from a vicious<br />
wound. As I struggled to repair <strong>the</strong> damage Zar<strong>of</strong>f ran screaming from <strong>the</strong> vessel, vowing he<br />
would wipe <strong>the</strong> earth clean <strong>of</strong> my pollution. I paid him no attention. I had to act quickly; I<br />
concluded <strong>the</strong> Time Vortex would best heal my craft, and upon dematerialisation I<br />
momentarily inverted <strong>the</strong> ship’s architecture to expel <strong>the</strong> corrosive. <strong>The</strong> procedure was a<br />
success, but my external scans indicated that <strong>the</strong> expulsion <strong>of</strong> artron energy combined with<br />
<strong>the</strong> vortex flux spliced <strong>the</strong> local dimensional coordinates.<br />
You mean your butterfingered tampering created an alternate timeline. Wait…at what point in history was<br />
your SIDRAT at that moment<br />
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Approximately <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong> year 1917, I believe. I didn’t bo<strong>the</strong>r to make exact measurements.<br />
Why<br />
Oh, nothing <strong>of</strong> importance. I just have fur<strong>the</strong>r pro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> how much devastation one mind can cause, even<br />
without knowing it.<br />
Oh, I knew what I had done, <strong>Doctor</strong>, much to my chagrin. <strong>The</strong> temporal detonation<br />
polluted that time zone’s future enough that I feared notice from <strong>the</strong> Time Lords, so I was<br />
forced to make a hasty withdrawal to <strong>the</strong> Aliens with an excuse as to why I thought it<br />
unsuitable to scour <strong>the</strong> later twentieth century for combat specimens. A sad loss <strong>of</strong> extra<br />
manpower.<br />
Poppycock! Chalk up ano<strong>the</strong>r victory <strong>of</strong> mice over men. You’ve even managed to raise my opinion <strong>of</strong> Zar<strong>of</strong>f<br />
from nil to infinitesimal. At least his plan makes a little more sense now – he wasn’t just trying to destroy<br />
<strong>the</strong> world, he was trying to stop you from doing it first.<br />
Yes, I imagine he was. What a ridiculous waste <strong>of</strong> time.<br />
Oh, <strong>of</strong> course, for anyone o<strong>the</strong>r than myself. Or perhaps <strong>the</strong> Brigadier. But tell me, you obviously didn’t forget<br />
about <strong>the</strong> primal liquid, so what made you wait until now to plumb its deposits<br />
What else delays me but you, <strong>Doctor</strong> You interference in <strong>the</strong> War Games disrupted all my<br />
plans for domination, not just those associated with <strong>the</strong> Aliens. Ironically enough it was your<br />
involvement in <strong>the</strong> Inferno project that re-ignited my curiosity in this particular mode <strong>of</strong><br />
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conquest, but at that your <strong>Earth</strong>-bound direct predecessor was interfering with my designs<br />
left, right, and centre. But <strong>the</strong>n <strong>of</strong> course that version dealt me <strong>the</strong> crippling blow to my<br />
biology, which forced me to examine all avenues <strong>of</strong> life-extension, or ra<strong>the</strong>r life-reinvention.<br />
Thanks to <strong>the</strong> opportunity you afforded me in Sutekh’s corpse I finally had found my<br />
perfect way to health. But you already know about <strong>the</strong> outcome <strong>of</strong> that event.<br />
Do I I think <strong>the</strong>re’s been a mistake in your narrative flow. Remember, that part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> story hasn’t<br />
happened yet, what happened with Sutekh. You’ll have to tell me.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is no need to tell you, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I have already succeeded in defeating you now.<br />
Oh, yes, yes, <strong>of</strong> course. But you want to tell me, don’t you<br />
I suppose I do. Anything to reiterate my complete triumph…<br />
SOL III, ANTARCTICA, 1ST JUNE 1976<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned and loomed over <strong>the</strong> Master. <strong>The</strong> unbridled rage which split <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s face would have made any o<strong>the</strong>r cower with fear, but for <strong>the</strong> Master <strong>the</strong> seething<br />
expression was like balm to his physical wounds.<br />
‘I see my announcement has incensed you’<br />
‘Incensed I’m detonating!’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n you appreciate <strong>the</strong> boldness <strong>of</strong> my ambition’<br />
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‘Ambition You stupid, pudding-headed, moronic, quagmire-minded, brain-addled<br />
idiot! Do you even know what you’re doing!’<br />
‘I’ve already explained my intentions with <strong>the</strong> Osirian. Even your clouded judgment<br />
ought to understand my course <strong>of</strong> action.’<br />
‘If you use Sutekh’s body <strong>the</strong> only result your course <strong>of</strong> action can possibly yield is<br />
absolute destruction for all <strong>of</strong> us!’<br />
‘Oh, my dear <strong>Doctor</strong>, will you always be so melodramatic Sutekh is dead; you saw<br />
to that. His body is nothing more than a husk <strong>of</strong> dry dust. <strong>The</strong>re is no danger to behold here,<br />
only genetic treasures <strong>of</strong> exquisite power ripe to claim, and through <strong>the</strong> psychic connection I<br />
have forged with my TARDIS to that treasure, I shall now reap <strong>the</strong> reward.’<br />
‘Ah, <strong>of</strong> course. That’s how you’ve acquired <strong>the</strong> powers <strong>of</strong> an Osirian. Fascinating.<br />
Something even more fascinating would be to see what happens when you break <strong>the</strong> link…’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stepped forward but <strong>the</strong> Master, belying his physical weakness, flicked<br />
his wrist and, as if from thin air, his weapon <strong>of</strong> choice – <strong>the</strong> TCE – was gripped in his hand<br />
and aimed straight at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s body. <strong>The</strong> blazing, defiant look on <strong>the</strong> Master’s spoke<br />
only one clear message: move and die. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> sc<strong>of</strong>fed.<br />
‘This is an increasingly familiar stand-<strong>of</strong>f. What’s next, you just press <strong>the</strong> trigger<br />
Blast me with red light Or will you just bulge your eyes and blast me with green It’s not a<br />
hard decision – <strong>the</strong>y’re both primary colours!’<br />
‘Do exactly what I say and nei<strong>the</strong>r shall happen, yet. I want you to witness my rebirth,<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘Oh, come <strong>of</strong>f it! You’re a dying husk trying to squeeze life out <strong>of</strong> a dead carcass!<br />
What new life can you possibly expect from Sutekh’<br />
‘Let’s find out, shall we’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Master pressed <strong>the</strong> console’s door control and <strong>the</strong> interior double doors swung<br />
open with a deeply buzzing drone. <strong>The</strong> Master gestured with <strong>the</strong> TCE that <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
should exit <strong>the</strong> room. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> scowled for a moment, and <strong>the</strong>n waved his arms in<br />
frustration.<br />
‘Oh, all right, since you’re so polite about it.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> flashed his enemy a charming smile and turned around to exit through<br />
<strong>the</strong> doorway before <strong>the</strong> Master could issue a barbed reply.<br />
This is my favourite part, <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong> moment <strong>of</strong> our final reckoning.<br />
You’re excited! How lovely. I hope <strong>the</strong> feeling lasts…<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> exited <strong>the</strong> Master’s TARDIS. He looked over his shoulder and saw <strong>the</strong> ship’s<br />
chameleon circuit had disguised <strong>the</strong> vessel as large growth <strong>of</strong> dark coral. An odd choice, <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> mused as <strong>the</strong> Master himself emerged from <strong>the</strong> coral shafts and stood at his side.<br />
<strong>The</strong> TCE was still in his hand.<br />
‘Do you recognise this place, <strong>Doctor</strong> We have both been here before.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> surveyed his surroundings: <strong>the</strong>y were standing upon a beach rimmed<br />
with layers <strong>of</strong> volcanic stone. <strong>The</strong> rushing sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tide crashed upon <strong>the</strong> sands and<br />
drew back again. As <strong>the</strong> waters receded, steam rose from <strong>the</strong> sizzling shore. A crisply acrid,<br />
almost acidic aroma hovered in <strong>the</strong> air. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> casually walked towards a rock face to<br />
which he stretched an arm. He traced one finger along <strong>the</strong> rock.<br />
‘Hmm…not very old. Twenty-five million years perhaps. Miocene period maybe.’<br />
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He looked upwards and noticed <strong>the</strong>y were standing at <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> a large conical<br />
mountain. No, that’s no mountain. That’s a volcano. Of course!<br />
‘Atlantis You’ve brought us to Atlantis. Was I actually right Yes…it makes sense!<br />
This all comes back to volcanoes. Atlantis has an inactive volcano, right here! And <strong>the</strong><br />
Atlanteans in this time period - until recently, relatively speaking - worshipped a fish-god,<br />
Amno. Amno…Dagon. It’s ra<strong>the</strong>r muddy consonantal shifting, but it’s <strong>the</strong>re. And that’s <strong>the</strong><br />
answer! Amno is Dagon, and Dagon is buried at Atlantis!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master smiled but only for a moment as a rapid spasm <strong>of</strong> coughs hacked<br />
through his chest. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> moved but whe<strong>the</strong>r to help or to escape it made no<br />
difference as <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r Time Lord whipped out his hand and brandished <strong>the</strong> TCE once<br />
more. <strong>The</strong> Master steadied himself and pulled his cloak close around him.<br />
‘Yes. This volcano is <strong>the</strong> exact point where Dagon’s dying form impacted. <strong>The</strong><br />
planet’s surface was still molten liquid and absorbed <strong>the</strong> strike, but <strong>the</strong> Great Old One’s<br />
physical form was highly incompatible with <strong>the</strong> local matter.’<br />
‘Ah, <strong>of</strong> course. <strong>The</strong> two disparate matter patterns caused a tremendous explosion –<br />
hence this faux-volcano! I remember it seemed odd <strong>the</strong> last time I saw it.’<br />
‘You are ever precise in your conclusions, <strong>Doctor</strong>, even if <strong>the</strong>y are belated and<br />
pointless.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> glared at <strong>the</strong> Master, and <strong>the</strong>n stared out upon <strong>the</strong> view surrounding<br />
Atlantis. Not far above, soupy, pea-green clouds <strong>of</strong> ash and smoke under-coated <strong>the</strong> sky,<br />
through which thick tendrils <strong>of</strong> blue-white lightning etched <strong>the</strong>ir way through <strong>the</strong> mist. <strong>The</strong><br />
waters were rolling and churning, as if some great heat were boiling <strong>the</strong> vast liquid expanse.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> noticed along <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> oceans <strong>the</strong> long trails <strong>of</strong> superheated flame<br />
expanding outwards from numerous geysers <strong>of</strong> viscous green ooze bursting up from beneath<br />
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<strong>the</strong> sea. <strong>The</strong> primal blood was running free and flowing directly towards <strong>the</strong> volcano. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> spoke once more.<br />
‘All this destruction, panic, global chaos…all this just to save your miserable self.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master tutted his disapproval.<br />
‘I resent your assumption that I am in misery, <strong>Doctor</strong>. I may be in physical agony,<br />
but my mind is enjoying <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> satisfied ecstasy. And as for self-rescue, you <strong>of</strong> all<br />
people should know that I value my survival higher than any o<strong>the</strong>r goal, even more than<br />
conquering <strong>the</strong> cosmos and destroying you.’<br />
‘But at what cost You’ve mortally wounded <strong>the</strong> earth to unleash a substance so<br />
powerful it will destroy <strong>the</strong> fabric <strong>of</strong> space and time itself. I’ve seen what damage Dagon’s<br />
blood is wreaking across <strong>the</strong> dimensions even as we speak.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n we are wasting time in idle conversation. Come, allow me to show you scene<br />
<strong>of</strong> my final victory.’<br />
‘What, all <strong>the</strong> way up <strong>the</strong>re It’s ra<strong>the</strong>r high up and far climb. Why don’t we just use<br />
your TARDIS to get <strong>the</strong>re, especially given your…weakness’<br />
‘We shall journey on foot, <strong>Doctor</strong>, unless you prefer to be carried’<br />
‘Oh, no, no! You’d sprain something trying that. Besides, I can use my leg stretching<br />
exercises I’ve been devising for extended captivity marches. Shall we <strong>the</strong>n’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> smiled and started to stroll up <strong>the</strong> volcano’s incline. He took out his<br />
yellow yo-yo from his pocket.<br />
‘You won’t mind if I walk this, will you I find <strong>the</strong> action relaxing, like walking a<br />
dog.’<br />
‘Be grateful you don’t own such an animal, <strong>Doctor</strong>. Dogs are <strong>the</strong> most irritating <strong>of</strong><br />
beasts.’<br />
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‘Well, to each his own. Cats, on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand…such delightfully mysterious<br />
creatures.’<br />
After a few steps, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> looked over his shoulder to speak.<br />
‘You know, <strong>the</strong>re are people living here still, despite what you and Kronos did to <strong>the</strong><br />
place. And Azal, at least so he claimed. And Zar<strong>of</strong>f, at least so he attempted. But still, some<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> resident may be a bit fishy but <strong>the</strong>y’ve got some menace to <strong>the</strong>m.’<br />
‘I am fully aware <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> native survivors <strong>of</strong> this island, which is why I’ve instructed<br />
<strong>the</strong> remainder <strong>of</strong> my horde to guard <strong>the</strong> island should any <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> residents or <strong>the</strong> hybrids<br />
choose to show <strong>the</strong>mselves. Be assured, my forces shall destroy <strong>the</strong>m.’<br />
‘You’re such a conscientious tourist.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> two Time Lords walked on for a several minutes more until <strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> lip<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mountain. Dark green clouds <strong>of</strong> thick smoke belched forth in rapid bursts from out <strong>of</strong><br />
deep darkness inside and below. An eerie green glow shone harsh and bright and hot from<br />
<strong>the</strong> interior. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> peered over <strong>the</strong> edge and gazed into <strong>the</strong> pit. Deep within <strong>the</strong> cavity<br />
was a vast pool <strong>of</strong> Dagon’s blood; its blistering heat rose into <strong>the</strong> air. <strong>The</strong> Master inhaled<br />
relished in <strong>the</strong> heat and threw back his head in pure pleasure.<br />
‘Feel <strong>the</strong> heat, <strong>Doctor</strong>! Feel its surrounding glow.’<br />
‘I feel enough warmth to make me think I need a good physician, and you need an<br />
expert psychiatrist!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master stepped aggressively towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘You dare question my intelligence’<br />
‘I hadn’t before but I think I may have been too generous.’<br />
‘Will you never appreciate my grandeur; never stand in awe <strong>of</strong> my glory’<br />
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‘Perhaps, if you care to educate me in a few <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> finer points <strong>of</strong> your majesty – why<br />
have you released Dagon’s blood’<br />
‘Surely that reason is obvious: to return it to its source. When Dagon fell his peers<br />
drained his life force so as to ensure his perpetual demise.’<br />
‘And <strong>the</strong> piping system’<br />
‘Even <strong>the</strong> Great Old Ones have limitations, <strong>Doctor</strong>. <strong>The</strong>ir blood is inimical to <strong>the</strong><br />
lower dimensions, so to preserve <strong>the</strong> integrity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vortex in <strong>the</strong> smallest possible location<br />
<strong>the</strong>y constructed <strong>the</strong> network to cycle Dagon’s blood away from his carcass for eternity, but<br />
I have seen fit to alter that intent.’<br />
‘And so you’ve undertaken <strong>the</strong> most massive irrigation project in history – Why’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stared <strong>of</strong>f into <strong>the</strong> distance, considering. ‘Ah! You want to start a new<br />
architectural trend for volcanic homes!’<br />
‘Not a home, <strong>Doctor</strong>, a cocoon.’<br />
‘A cocoon! That’s an ironic image coming from someone who sees everyone else as<br />
insects.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n consider <strong>the</strong> image <strong>of</strong> this volcanic caldron as <strong>the</strong> final barrier to my swarming<br />
<strong>the</strong> entire universe. Dagon’s physical carcass has long ceased to be <strong>of</strong> any use to me, but<br />
once I drink from its living liquid I shall shed my rotting, limited form.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n if we’re talking in metaphors, how does Sutekh become <strong>the</strong> key to your<br />
success’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master bared his teeth – two broken rows <strong>of</strong> enamel rotted away like<br />
gangrenous flesh – in a vicious smile.<br />
‘Because <strong>of</strong> you I am too infirm to benefit from <strong>the</strong> gifts <strong>of</strong> genetic evolution; but<br />
thanks to you I have discovered my solution: <strong>the</strong> nigh-unparalled physical structure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
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Osirian race <strong>of</strong>fers me a safe conduit through which I can absorb Dagon’s powers and<br />
incorporate <strong>the</strong>m into my own body. And through that union <strong>of</strong> Time Lord, Osirian, and<br />
Great Old One, I, <strong>the</strong> Master, shall open <strong>the</strong> inferno and claim its throne!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leaned back from <strong>the</strong> Master, as if a deep, paralysing fear had seized<br />
him, but <strong>the</strong>n he threw back his head, laughed, and clapped his hands.<br />
‘Very good! Wonderful! You almost make it sound frightful!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master snarled and pointed his TCE straight between <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s hearts.<br />
‘I see you will never change, <strong>Doctor</strong>. You will never fear me, and <strong>the</strong>refore you<br />
cannot survive in my coming dominion. So, at long last, I will have <strong>the</strong> final pleasure <strong>of</strong> your<br />
death.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> shook his head.<br />
‘Oh, I doubt that completely.’<br />
‘You ought to have had faith in your Master.’<br />
‘No, I think I’ll lend that belief to making my escape.’<br />
‘My horde guards this island’s perimeter. You have nowhere to go.’<br />
‘Actually, I do. You see, I was being a little deceptively unaware when I said I didn’t<br />
know where we were. In fact, I realised Atlantis was your destination some time ago.’<br />
‘How did you make that connection’<br />
‘Oh, I was discussing island myths with an old friend. None<strong>the</strong>less, I planned<br />
accordingly and my friends are already here to help.’<br />
‘You mean your primitive band <strong>of</strong> children and girls <strong>The</strong>y can’t steer your TARDIS.<br />
Oh, my dear <strong>Doctor</strong>, you will never be an effective card player: your bluffs are always<br />
empty.’<br />
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‘I have many friends, Master, more than you could possibly imagine. Oh, and I refute<br />
<strong>the</strong> card player reference; I tend to favour fencing in this incarnation, and in fencing <strong>the</strong><br />
hand is never empty or bluffing, and before you say I have no rapier, I will politely reveal<br />
that I always carry my scarf!’<br />
Fast as a lightning flash <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s hand grabbed <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> his scarf and whipped<br />
<strong>the</strong> fabric around <strong>the</strong> Master’s wrist holding <strong>the</strong> TCE. With a strong pull <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> tugged<br />
<strong>the</strong> Master forward to lay <strong>the</strong> villain sprawled upon <strong>the</strong> rock face. <strong>The</strong> Master threw out his<br />
hands to blunt his impact, and <strong>the</strong> TCE rolled away some feet down <strong>the</strong> volcano side. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> retracted his scarf and hurried a few steps down <strong>the</strong> hill, but stopped short when he<br />
saw <strong>the</strong> Primords scurrying towards <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano. From behind, <strong>the</strong> Master<br />
pushed himself up from <strong>the</strong> ground, rested on his elbows, and chuckled.<br />
‘I almost admire your tenacity, <strong>Doctor</strong>, but I called your bluff. Your human friends<br />
can’t possibly save you.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned around and smiled.<br />
‘I didn’t say my friends were human, but <strong>the</strong>y are from <strong>Earth</strong>!’ <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
called out in his most booming voice. ‘It’s now or never, RISE!’<br />
All around <strong>the</strong> Atlantean shoreline gigantic bubbles <strong>of</strong> water exploded, showering<br />
<strong>the</strong> arid atmosphere with pellets <strong>of</strong> boiling vapour. As <strong>the</strong> water droplets cleared <strong>the</strong>re were<br />
dozens <strong>of</strong> sleek-lined, green metal battleships, all floating on <strong>the</strong> ocean’s surface. <strong>The</strong> crafts<br />
slid forward upon <strong>the</strong> water and banked upon <strong>the</strong> island’s shore. From out <strong>of</strong> open hatches<br />
cut from <strong>the</strong> vessel’s exteriors streamed scores <strong>of</strong> Land and Water Reptiles, all clad in battleworthy<br />
armour. Ichtar and Decrix emerged from <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> largest ship<br />
What are those sli<strong>the</strong>ring animals doing <strong>the</strong>re How did <strong>the</strong>y find us, <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
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I explained it you. Don’t you remember I said I’d already worked out Dagon’s location in Atlantis while in<br />
Koschei’s TARDIS, and while I was slipping between dimensions I instructed <strong>the</strong> Reptile leaders to meet me<br />
at <strong>the</strong> island and be ready for my signal.<br />
I cannot recall that information. You are trying to confuse me!<br />
Tell me, Master, is your memory starting to fail you I thought <strong>the</strong>se events would be as clear as<br />
chrysan<strong>the</strong>mums. Or is <strong>the</strong> past growing so dim you need my help to remember<br />
I need nothing <strong>of</strong> yours, <strong>Doctor</strong>. But I must know what happened, I must!<br />
Oh well, suit yourself. But I think my recollection’s <strong>the</strong> better version…<br />
Ichtar and Decrix motioned <strong>the</strong>ir forces to stand at <strong>the</strong> ready; both looked to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Primords gazed to <strong>the</strong> Master. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> glared at <strong>the</strong> Master, willing him to stand<br />
down. <strong>The</strong> Master stared back. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> volcano beneath <strong>the</strong>ir feet rumbled; <strong>the</strong> primal<br />
blood within churned and roiled. <strong>The</strong> Master’s eyes burnt with base fury and he rose to his<br />
feet, raised his hands, and opened his mouth wide to release a fearsome, wailing cry across<br />
<strong>the</strong> desert sand.<br />
‘My children, race to <strong>the</strong> slaughter!’<br />
Without fur<strong>the</strong>r warning <strong>the</strong> Master charged <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, slamming his full weight<br />
into <strong>the</strong> Time Lord’s torso. As <strong>the</strong> two men crashed to <strong>the</strong> volcanic high ground, <strong>the</strong><br />
Primords locked upon <strong>the</strong> Reptiles. <strong>The</strong> mutated creatures ducked <strong>the</strong>ir heads. <strong>The</strong>y bare<br />
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<strong>the</strong>ir teeth; growls passed between <strong>the</strong>m. <strong>The</strong>ir hands shook with thoughtless rage breaking<br />
free. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> first creature charged. Upon <strong>the</strong>ir command seeker, Ichtar and Decrix silently<br />
agreed and gave <strong>the</strong> telepathic command to <strong>the</strong>ir forces. <strong>The</strong> Reptilian Duality obeyed and<br />
plunged into <strong>the</strong> conflict.<br />
Up upon <strong>the</strong> volcano, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> struggled against <strong>the</strong> ferocity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master. <strong>The</strong><br />
villain had him locked in a choke hold; <strong>the</strong> grip was like diamond; <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s vision<br />
dimmed against <strong>the</strong> deepening pressure. <strong>The</strong>n he planted his feet, pushed backwards with his<br />
hips, swung forward and curled his torso under <strong>the</strong> force <strong>of</strong> gravity as <strong>the</strong> Master’s body rose<br />
up and over <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s head. <strong>The</strong> Master lost his grip and flipped over <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
contorted body. He struck <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano and rolled several times down <strong>the</strong><br />
decline. <strong>The</strong>n, inexplicably, horrifically, <strong>the</strong> Master stopped his descent and began to roll<br />
upwards, faster and faster, until he was almost charging upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s ankles –<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> jumped up to avoid <strong>the</strong> Master’s advance. <strong>The</strong> Master twisted about and<br />
stood upon his feet. <strong>The</strong> two Time Lords faced each o<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s scarf trailed in <strong>the</strong><br />
gushing wind. <strong>The</strong> Master’s cloak billowed upon him like breaking wings. Lightning flared<br />
through <strong>the</strong> cloud-solid sky above. <strong>The</strong> volcano rumbled and pulsed like a gigantic heartbeat<br />
below. From all around, <strong>the</strong> pained battle cries <strong>of</strong> Reptiles and Primords rent through <strong>the</strong> air.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, anguished in his hearts, through his arms wide.<br />
‘Is this a Time Lord’s triumph Inevitable, endless carnage Will you never<br />
understand it’s pointless!’<br />
‘Pointless, <strong>Doctor</strong> Carnage is <strong>the</strong> focus <strong>of</strong> my existence!’<br />
‘Does that include self-destruction You may not be as infirm as you look, but you<br />
look like you’re throwing yourself against death’s door.’<br />
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It was true. <strong>The</strong> Master was far from beaten, but already <strong>the</strong> brief tussle with his foe<br />
had literally opened old wounds: blood poured through many cuts and bruises torn in <strong>the</strong><br />
paper-thin skin <strong>of</strong> face. Dark patches were also spreading through his suit, moistening its<br />
inky blackness. <strong>The</strong> Master wiped thick trickles <strong>of</strong> blood from <strong>the</strong> corners <strong>of</strong> his mouth, and<br />
smiled.<br />
‘Perhaps I am knocking on <strong>the</strong> door, but death will soon open only for you, <strong>Doctor</strong>!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master thrust his arm forward – he held his TCE. Somehow he had found it.<br />
His thumb pressed upon <strong>the</strong> trigger. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> lunged forward; he crashed into <strong>the</strong><br />
Master. <strong>The</strong> TCE fired. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> fell away, struck <strong>the</strong> ground. <strong>The</strong> Master screamed,<br />
screeched an ear-explosion <strong>of</strong> agonised pain. His body flared with red light. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
scrambled to his feet and watched in horror as his oldest enemy, his one-time best friend,<br />
wri<strong>the</strong>d in tortured anguish in <strong>the</strong> compressor’s fire. <strong>The</strong> stupid, arrogant, mindless fool!, <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> thought as he looked on. I warned him! I warned him <strong>the</strong>n and I warned him now. And this is<br />
how he finally ends, crumpled down to size…<br />
But as <strong>the</strong> crimson light pulsed around his body, <strong>the</strong> Master retained his natural<br />
shape and size. Perplexed, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> noticed <strong>the</strong> TCE upon <strong>the</strong> ground near his feet. He<br />
snatched it up and examined <strong>the</strong> weapon. <strong>The</strong>re’s a hairline fracture in <strong>the</strong> amphora calculosa.<br />
Probably happened when I knocked <strong>the</strong> device out <strong>of</strong> his hands before. It must have backfired <strong>the</strong> energy into<br />
<strong>the</strong> Master. Not enough to condense him, but enough to cause damage.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> guessed, <strong>the</strong> Master was clearly damaged. All <strong>the</strong> hair on his head was<br />
charred. His eyebrows were gone; only shadows <strong>of</strong> wi<strong>the</strong>red hair remained. White-hot smoke<br />
rose from his charred clothing, like cut puppet strings curling away from <strong>the</strong> break. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong><br />
crimson light finally faded away and <strong>the</strong> Master, emptied <strong>of</strong> energy, collapsed in a heap upon<br />
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<strong>the</strong> volcanic rock. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> rushed over to lift his head and shoulders, which he placed<br />
upon his knees.<br />
‘Don’t struggle. Just try to relax.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master tried to push him away, but he could not even raise his arms. Instead, he<br />
whispered a hissing chuckle.<br />
‘Doc…tor. Y-you…nevvvv…nev-er ceassssse t-t-to…amaaaaze…me.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> threw back his head, appalled at <strong>the</strong> Master’s faux-compliment.<br />
‘Amaze you I’ve never delighted in butchery.’<br />
‘I…am not…commenting on…your attack…strategy. I’m merely…noticing <strong>the</strong><br />
ever-enduring presence…<strong>of</strong> irony…in our conflicts.’<br />
‘Don’t talk rubbish anymore. <strong>The</strong>y may be your last words.’<br />
‘What You mean you expect me to die at any moment No, I refuse. You may have<br />
stolen my last regeneration, and I can even now feel my body disassociating, but I refuse to<br />
die by your hand. Instead, I shall rejoice that your actions have condemned this world and all<br />
life!’<br />
‘What are you rambling about’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master looked up into <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes.<br />
‘I’m merely commenting on an unexpected side-effect my compressor has wrought<br />
upon me. When you damaged my TARDIS during our affair with <strong>the</strong> Skaro time storm, you<br />
disrupted my link with <strong>the</strong> ship. Since <strong>the</strong>n I have only maintained control through constant<br />
concentration. Your meddling has once again disrupted my concentration, <strong>Doctor</strong>, and now<br />
I can no longer hold him back.’<br />
A dark and terrible thought sparked itself within <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s mind and spread like<br />
wildfire. He gripped <strong>the</strong> front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master’s tunic and pulled his face close.<br />
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‘<strong>Who</strong> <strong>Who</strong> have you been holding back!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master pushed forward and held his face a hairsbreadth beneath <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s.<br />
He whispered one word.<br />
‘Sutekh.’<br />
A colossal explosion rocked <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> released <strong>the</strong> Master<br />
and stood upon his feet. He pierced his glare through <strong>the</strong> gloom. A light so dark it was<br />
almost night streamed from out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master’s TARDIS. <strong>The</strong> Primords cowered in fear at<br />
<strong>the</strong> sight. <strong>The</strong> Reptiles ceased <strong>the</strong>ir attack and gazed <strong>the</strong>ir ancient eyes in almost mesmeric<br />
wonder upon <strong>the</strong> building light. <strong>The</strong> time ship glowed bright and hot with fire. At <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s feet, <strong>the</strong> prostrate Master chuckled weakly.<br />
‘It seems we are <strong>the</strong> makers <strong>of</strong> our own destruction, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
At <strong>the</strong> volcano’s base <strong>the</strong> TARDIS continued to brighten. <strong>The</strong> light’s heat baked <strong>the</strong><br />
sand around <strong>the</strong> ship, smoothing its texture to glass. <strong>The</strong> illumination soon caused <strong>the</strong> coralcloaked<br />
exterior to dissolve into a mist and <strong>the</strong> ship for a moment seemed like a miniature<br />
star. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> star-TARDIS levitated from <strong>the</strong> ground and rose high above <strong>the</strong> volcano and<br />
into <strong>the</strong> air, up, up, up – <strong>the</strong> star detonated. <strong>The</strong> earth moved. <strong>The</strong> TARDIS, now just a<br />
white box, fell from <strong>the</strong> sky fell into <strong>the</strong> mouth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano. A Night-light filled space,<br />
blinding <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. And <strong>the</strong>n he heard <strong>the</strong> voice.<br />
‘Time Lord!’<br />
Quickly, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s vision cleared, and he looked upwards and he saw Sutekh<br />
standing before him, still decayed, still dust-dried, but not a corpse, not a carcass. Sutekh, <strong>the</strong><br />
Typhonian Beast himself, lived. <strong>The</strong> Osirian stretched his spindly arms towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>,<br />
like a sand-blasted tyrant reaching across eternity.<br />
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‘You wrought <strong>the</strong> corruption <strong>of</strong> age upon me, upon <strong>the</strong> destroyer <strong>of</strong> all life! But now<br />
I, Sutekh, shall drain your life and scatter your dust upon <strong>the</strong> sands <strong>of</strong> eternity!’<br />
Sutekh’s eyes filled with hatred, <strong>the</strong>y narrowed with piercing rage, but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> felt<br />
nothing. No coruscating torment, no melting mind-fire. <strong>The</strong>re was only a dull green light in<br />
<strong>the</strong> Osirian’s malevolent eyes. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> laughed and jabbed a finger square at Sutekh’s<br />
face.<br />
‘Not so destructive now, are you, Sutekh, not when you’ve aged older than a scarab!<br />
How does it feel <strong>the</strong>n, eh To be on <strong>the</strong> level with <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> insects’<br />
Sutekh stretched himself high, like a starved animal about to shatter with rage.<br />
‘You have <strong>the</strong> gall to mock me, Time Lord I shall make you suffer -’<br />
‘Oh shut up! SHUT UP! I don’t care a jot what you’ll make me do. You have no<br />
power to scare anyone anymore. Right now you’re just a bone-dry sac <strong>of</strong> a beast too stupid<br />
to know when he should be dead. <strong>The</strong> only reason you’re still wheezing air is because<br />
someone even stupider than you thought you’d make a nice mantle decoration. But at least<br />
living you can experience what a waste you really are.’<br />
Sutekh growled and knit his brows in feral concentration. He focused his will to<br />
crush <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> once more…but to no avail. <strong>The</strong> bulk <strong>of</strong> his powers had wasted away. <strong>The</strong><br />
Osirian threw back his head and shrieked out his frustrated rage. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> smile grimly.<br />
‘Face it, Sutekh <strong>the</strong> Destroyer, you’re past it.’<br />
Sutekh faced <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> once more, and <strong>the</strong>n paused. His body stiffened and his<br />
head hung in <strong>the</strong> air, like a jackal sniffing for its prey. <strong>The</strong>n Sutekh spoke once more and in<br />
his voice was something new, <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> a distant and perverted relative to hope.<br />
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‘Perhaps I am wi<strong>the</strong>red and de-powered, Time Lord; and it is all because <strong>of</strong> you. But<br />
I sense something near, a power even I must recognise, a power mindless and flowing. I<br />
shall seize that force and reclaim my glory and <strong>the</strong>n at last you shall crumble in my sight!’<br />
With no fur<strong>the</strong>r warning Sutekh rushed to <strong>the</strong> rim <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano and cast himself<br />
into its mouth. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> immediately followed after him and fell upon <strong>the</strong> rim, peering<br />
over <strong>the</strong> side. He saw <strong>the</strong> Osirian’s form fall downwards towards <strong>the</strong> churning pool <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Dagon’s blood. Sutekh struck <strong>the</strong> fluid and sank into <strong>the</strong> mire. At that moment <strong>the</strong> Master,<br />
huffing with effort, dragged himself forward and leaned against <strong>the</strong> volcano’s edge. He<br />
stared at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, genuinely surprised.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>…that was perhaps <strong>the</strong> most miscalculated act I’ve ever seen you<br />
accomplish.’<br />
‘Be grateful we’re still alive.’<br />
‘But what did you expect to achieve by goading Sutekh to accept his impotence He<br />
would have hardly surrendered.’<br />
‘Honestly, I thought he’d consider a nice retirement.’<br />
‘Well, perhaps you might consider a permanent one.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master held his TCE before <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s face. Before <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> could react<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was a deep and violent rumble from below. <strong>The</strong> volcano rumbled and quaked. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> and <strong>the</strong> Master peered over <strong>the</strong> ridge and saw <strong>the</strong> primal blood within <strong>the</strong> cone<br />
bubble and froth, and <strong>the</strong>n rush upwards in a towering geyser, higher and higher, reaching to<br />
<strong>the</strong> rim.<br />
‘Get back!’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> cried as he grabbed <strong>the</strong> Master and threw him away from <strong>the</strong><br />
volcano lid. <strong>The</strong> two men fell backwards and rolled down several feet, just missing <strong>the</strong><br />
upthrust <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corruptive liquid. Upon <strong>the</strong> beach below, <strong>the</strong> sounds <strong>of</strong> fear and fearsome<br />
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battle had renewed between <strong>the</strong> Reptiles and <strong>the</strong> Primords – <strong>the</strong> sense <strong>of</strong> death had<br />
galvanised both sides into frenzied abandon. <strong>The</strong> ancient blood’s upward momentum<br />
flagged and <strong>the</strong> fluid sank beneath <strong>the</strong> level <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lid, but <strong>the</strong> volcano immediately began to<br />
tremble again. <strong>The</strong>re was a sound from deep within, a sound <strong>of</strong> tortured, triumphant<br />
wailing…<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> ripped <strong>the</strong> TCE from <strong>the</strong> Master’s weak grip and aimed <strong>the</strong> device down<br />
<strong>the</strong> mountain slope. Let’s hope this wretched machine has a setting to dig ditches, he thought as he<br />
pressed <strong>the</strong> trigger and <strong>the</strong> weapon’s energy fired wildly, <strong>the</strong> charged particle stream forcing<br />
itself through <strong>the</strong> cracks in <strong>the</strong> damaged tubing. Despite <strong>the</strong> waste, enough energy flowed<br />
through <strong>the</strong> proper exit and bored into <strong>the</strong> volcanic rook a smooth, half-cylindrical conduit<br />
running from <strong>the</strong> volcano’s rim to its base. Once <strong>the</strong> conduit was complete, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
deactivated <strong>the</strong> TCE, pocketed it, and grabbed <strong>the</strong> Master.<br />
‘Have you any luge training’ he shouted. ‘Never mind; you wouldn’t appreciate it<br />
anyway. Feet first!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pushed <strong>the</strong> Master forward and into <strong>the</strong> conduit. <strong>The</strong> Master cried out<br />
in surprised anger as he slid with ever increasing speed down <strong>the</strong> slope. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> watched<br />
him shoot out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chute’s end and crash upon <strong>the</strong> glass-hard beach. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> realised<br />
he would also face such an impact but never<strong>the</strong>less clambered inside <strong>the</strong> chute.<br />
‘Come to think <strong>of</strong> it, I’ve never trained for <strong>the</strong> luge. Still, what’s wrong with a good<br />
leap Here goes nothing!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pushed forward and let himself slide down <strong>the</strong> length <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mountain,<br />
slipping faster and faster through transparent air against <strong>the</strong> smooth, frictionless rock with<br />
nothing to hold to as sound deafened and sight blurred except for <strong>the</strong> dark glass rushing up<br />
to strike but just in time he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tarpaulin to spread<br />
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out above his head like a parachute to catch against <strong>the</strong> backdraft <strong>of</strong> air built up in his wake<br />
and slow his relentless drop to a smooth, slow descent, like a spoon tracing through thick,<br />
unfrozen ice cream. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> finally came to a complete stop at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chute,<br />
stood upon his feet, and saw <strong>the</strong> Master sprawled on <strong>the</strong> glass and gazing wearily upon him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> bowed <strong>the</strong>atrically.<br />
‘A perfect ten for execution, style, and dismount. I was right to tell <strong>the</strong> IOC to<br />
include <strong>the</strong> luge at <strong>the</strong> Innsbruck games.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master groaned and rolled upon his back. His breaths came and went in shallow<br />
wheezing.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> knelt down and leaned close to <strong>the</strong> fallen Time Lord.<br />
‘Come on, we’ve got to get moving.’<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> bodily hefted <strong>the</strong> Master from <strong>the</strong> ground and carried him over his<br />
shoulders like a scraggily sack <strong>of</strong> rooting potatoes. <strong>The</strong> ground trembled once more. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> looked back to <strong>the</strong> volcano; neon green lava belched from its molten-hot mouth.<br />
Turning back, he looked for <strong>the</strong> nearest cave mouth to take shelter and noticed a Primord<br />
bounding towards him. Part <strong>of</strong> his mind knew he ought to flee but a smarter part <strong>of</strong> his<br />
mind reminded him he had called for reinforcements for a reason and <strong>the</strong> smarter part felt<br />
satisfied as a Sea Devil leapt from behind a rock cluster and fired its hand-weapon upon <strong>the</strong><br />
mutant. <strong>The</strong> Primord reeled beneath <strong>the</strong> energy burst and crashed upon <strong>the</strong> glazed beach.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> heard more growls from behind and, moving as fast as he could with <strong>the</strong><br />
Master draping his torso, he ducked behind hutting rocks for shelter. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> rested <strong>the</strong><br />
Master against <strong>the</strong> rock face. <strong>The</strong>re were more sounds. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> ducked down. Over<br />
head several more Primords bounded over <strong>the</strong> rocks towards <strong>the</strong> Sea Devil. Outnumbered,<br />
<strong>the</strong> reptile called to its fellow soldiers. From across <strong>the</strong> sands <strong>the</strong>ir cries returned. Meters<br />
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away <strong>the</strong>re were heard warbling pulses <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Silurians third eyes burning through <strong>the</strong> air,<br />
shattering <strong>the</strong> bones and twisting <strong>the</strong> sinews <strong>of</strong> frenzied Primords. <strong>The</strong> pain-drenched cries<br />
<strong>of</strong> reptiles and mutants weighed heavy upon <strong>the</strong> air all while <strong>the</strong> Atlantean volcano trembled<br />
and roared ever louder and louder…<br />
<strong>The</strong>n this is how ends, <strong>Doctor</strong>. This is…<strong>the</strong>…end…yes<br />
Not feeling well, Master Is <strong>the</strong> strain <strong>of</strong> remembering so much <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> past too great a strain on your memory<br />
No! I simply…simply…cannot recall <strong>the</strong> next moments…<br />
Good. <strong>The</strong>n let me take over and recollect <strong>the</strong>m for you!<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Master groaned. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned to check. <strong>The</strong> Master pushed up with his feet<br />
and lashed at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> but <strong>the</strong> swipe was slow and easily avoided. With no impact to<br />
support <strong>the</strong> failed movement, <strong>the</strong> Master swung over like a puppet cut from its strings and<br />
struck against <strong>the</strong> rock, rolling his face against its hard, jagged surface. He tensed with rage,<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n his breath hissed out like a punctured tire. <strong>The</strong> Master spoke, his voice dry and<br />
hoarse.<br />
‘Just go away, <strong>Doctor</strong>. If I am to lack <strong>the</strong> strength to kill you <strong>the</strong>n just let me die<br />
without knowing you’re within my reach. <strong>The</strong>n you can die, too, for all I care.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leaned forward and cradled <strong>the</strong> Master’s head in his hands. He raised <strong>the</strong><br />
face so <strong>the</strong>ir eyes met. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> whispered, as if imparting a grave secret.<br />
‘You won’t get rid <strong>of</strong> me so easily. Besides, I’ve got an escape plan for both <strong>of</strong> us.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Master slid down <strong>the</strong> rock side. Small strips <strong>of</strong> his flesh tore away on <strong>the</strong> rugged<br />
texture as he fell and <strong>the</strong> drops <strong>of</strong> blood clogged <strong>the</strong> cracks in its surface. Still, <strong>the</strong> Time<br />
Lord chuckled.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re is no escape for you this time. We are marooned upon a forgotten island,<br />
surrounded by warring animals; an angry, resurrected god is drawing strength from a dead<br />
one beneath us, and my TARDIS lies at <strong>the</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong> a volcano. It’s over.’<br />
‘Myopic poppycock. <strong>The</strong>re’s always my TARDIS.’<br />
‘You don’t have your TARDIS.’<br />
‘Maybe not. But she still has me.’<br />
‘What’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s eyes bulged and he fished out <strong>of</strong> his pocket <strong>the</strong> TARDIS key. Its silver<br />
metal surface was glowing with golden energy. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s mouth blazed into a smile. <strong>The</strong><br />
Master sc<strong>of</strong>fed.<br />
‘What!’<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> blessedly familiar sounds <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS’ engines trumpeted through <strong>the</strong><br />
air and <strong>the</strong> dark blue wooden Police Box carved its way through space to solidify before <strong>the</strong><br />
two men.<br />
What!<br />
Like I said, my memory is <strong>the</strong> best.<br />
No! This isn’t what happened! This is <strong>the</strong> wrong –<br />
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On <strong>the</strong> contrary, this is <strong>the</strong> right event. You’ve been manipulating this story for far too long, Master, trying to<br />
push <strong>the</strong> narrative in <strong>the</strong> direction best suited to you. You’ve even tried to make me remember myself in <strong>the</strong><br />
wrong way. But now you’ve taxed yourself too far and will go no fur<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
(<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> hurries forward. He wears not a scarf but a cravat. His curls are blond. His<br />
trousers are yellow. His coat is a patchwork.)<br />
I have you and I’ll hold you fast.<br />
(<strong>The</strong> Master struggles against <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s grip. His suit is black velvet with silver trimming<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> collar. His eyes are ice blue. His beard is dark without spot.)<br />
Release me, <strong>Doctor</strong>! Release me or I shall destroy you!<br />
Oh, no. Not this time. I ra<strong>the</strong>r think you’re past any point <strong>of</strong> casting destruction. No, you’re my captive<br />
audience and with you in check <strong>the</strong> story shall come to its true end…<br />
(<strong>The</strong> sixth <strong>Doctor</strong> casts back his mind upon his past life…)<br />
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THE MEMORY OF FRIENDS<br />
INSIDE THE TARDIS, 514 YEARS AFTER GALLIFREYIAN MEAN-TIME EXPULSION,<br />
RELATIVE SPACE-TIME: SOUTH BEND, ANTARCTICA, HUMANIAN ERA, 1ST JUNE 1976<br />
‘SARAH, SHUT THE DOORS!’<br />
Sarah Jane was already sprinting to <strong>the</strong> door control when Harry shouted his frantic<br />
instruction. He stood a pace away from <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and Benton, who each pushed against<br />
one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> two large interior doors, trying to keep <strong>the</strong> Primord attackers outside <strong>the</strong> Ship.<br />
She forced herself to keep calm as her eyes scoured over <strong>the</strong> multitude <strong>of</strong> control banks,<br />
searching for <strong>the</strong> door control. Has <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> rearranged <strong>the</strong> layout lately She caught sight <strong>of</strong> a<br />
lever that matched her memory <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> door switch and slammed her hand against it. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
was a steady, low whine and <strong>the</strong> doors swivelled inwards to a secure close.<br />
‘Oh, thank heavens for small mercies!’ Sarah Jane cried. ‘But we’ve got to get to <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘Agreed, Miss Smith,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier said in a voice slightly panting. He joined her at<br />
<strong>the</strong> console, followed by Benton and Harry. ‘But first we have to deal with those creatures,<br />
like poor Mike. Can we see outside This ship still has a scanning device, I assume’<br />
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‘Yes. Oh, <strong>Doctor</strong>, please be all right.’<br />
Sarah Jane pressed <strong>the</strong> console’s scanner switch and <strong>the</strong> large square-shaped<br />
transparency which dominated <strong>the</strong> upper half <strong>of</strong> one wall brightened with high-resolution<br />
light. <strong>The</strong> light calmed. Hair, teeth, and claws thrashed upon <strong>the</strong> screen.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>y’re Primords, sir,’ Benton said. ‘<strong>The</strong>y must be blocking <strong>the</strong> entrance.’<br />
‘Thank you, Mr. Benton. Now we are both grounded and caged inside this<br />
impossible box.’<br />
Between <strong>the</strong> swashes <strong>of</strong> fur and gnashing teeth, Sarah Jane could just make out <strong>the</strong><br />
Master dragging <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> back into <strong>the</strong> South Bend bunker. <strong>The</strong> main hatch swung closed<br />
and blotted <strong>the</strong> Time Lords from sight. Sarah Jane glared at <strong>the</strong> hulking mass, wishing for<br />
<strong>the</strong> power to make it disappear. <strong>The</strong>n Harry stepped forward and pointed to <strong>the</strong> screen.<br />
‘I say, everyone, look! That bunker. It’s disappearing.’<br />
It was indeed, smoothly and quickly, not like matter dispersal, Sarah Jane thought but<br />
more like…<br />
‘It must be <strong>the</strong> Master’s TARDIS. That coward is escaping once again,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier<br />
spoke, his voice hard with frustration.<br />
A sharp fear began to serrate through Sarah Jane’s heart. ‘And <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s alone<br />
with him. He’s hurt. Where are <strong>the</strong>y going’<br />
Harry leaned close to her and gestured to <strong>the</strong> console.<br />
‘Steady on, old girl. You’ve been with <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> for a while now. You must know if<br />
<strong>the</strong>re’s a tracking device for o<strong>the</strong>r TARDISes.’<br />
‘Oh, Harry, you know how <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> is. He always keeps <strong>the</strong> controls to himself. I<br />
couldn’t begin to figure which ones to use. <strong>The</strong>re’s nothing we can do.’<br />
Benton leaned forward upon <strong>the</strong> console.<br />
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‘No, miss. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s always got a plan. We just need to figure out what it is.’<br />
Suddenly <strong>the</strong>re was a high-pitched chime from <strong>the</strong> console and <strong>the</strong> room filled with a<br />
warm, blue light. <strong>The</strong> light streamed from <strong>the</strong> dark blue panelling which lined <strong>the</strong> inside <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> empty doorway to <strong>the</strong> inner corridors <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS. After a moment <strong>the</strong> light resolved<br />
into a full-body image <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, which flickered with <strong>the</strong> same, warm, blue light. <strong>The</strong><br />
blue-<strong>Doctor</strong> spoke, his face blank and his deep voice echoing slightly.<br />
‘Attention. This is Emergency Hologram Protocol One. If you are hearing this <strong>the</strong>n I<br />
am ei<strong>the</strong>r in grave danger or -’<br />
<strong>The</strong> hologram flickered momentarily and reformed. <strong>The</strong> face <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
insubstantial copy now seemed to shine with a quick intelligence. It somehow seemed more<br />
real. It spoke once more.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re, that’s better. I hate re-recording footage but one has to keep up with new<br />
technology. But, no, I’m not about to die, but if you are watching this I am in a dreadful<br />
hurry, so don’t ask questions and just listen carefully, very carefully. We’re all in a tight spot<br />
<strong>of</strong> trouble. <strong>The</strong> Master must have me captive and <strong>the</strong> TARDIS surrounded. Thankfully, I<br />
have a <strong>the</strong>ory, which if right means <strong>the</strong>re is some good news. But first, you’ve got to find<br />
me.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier stepped forward.<br />
‘As much as I appreciate such forward thinking ‘<strong>Doctor</strong>,’ you said we couldn’t lea-’<br />
‘Didn’t I say you shouldn’t talk’ <strong>the</strong> hologram shouted in a frightening display <strong>of</strong><br />
realism; <strong>the</strong> effigy had even turned in Lethbridge-Stewart’s direction as it spoke. ‘Yes, <strong>the</strong><br />
Master has polarised <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>’s magnetic field to trap my ship, but <strong>the</strong> only way he could<br />
have achieved transference in his TARDIS is if he re-aligned that field along a path between<br />
Antarctica and his next destination. As energy follows <strong>the</strong> path <strong>of</strong> least resistance, that bridge<br />
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just might still be connected and if you move quickly you should be able to follow <strong>the</strong><br />
Master’s trail. Now, as I am invariably right in my assumptions, I’ve already coupled <strong>the</strong> time<br />
path indicator into <strong>the</strong> navigational computer. All you need to do is press <strong>the</strong><br />
dematerialisation switch.’<br />
‘Well that’s easy enough,’ Harry said as he spotted <strong>the</strong> requisite protrusion on <strong>the</strong><br />
console and reached out his hand.<br />
‘Not you, Harry!’ <strong>the</strong> hologram shouted, its eyes once more eerily locking onto to <strong>the</strong><br />
correct individual. ‘Let’s let Mr. Benton have a go.’<br />
Harry shrugged his shoulders and gave Benton a gracious ‘go ahead’ wave <strong>of</strong> his<br />
hand. To Harry’s face Benton looked apologetic, but as he turned to <strong>the</strong> console he glanced<br />
at Sarah Jane and grinned. <strong>The</strong>n he found <strong>the</strong> switch. This time I really am going to catch <strong>the</strong><br />
Master. Benton pulled <strong>the</strong> switch and <strong>the</strong> Console Room shuddered and rumbled, throwing<br />
everyone <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong>ir feet and onto <strong>the</strong> floor. <strong>The</strong> central column rose high and fell low, quick<br />
and loose, as sparks danced across <strong>the</strong> panels and <strong>the</strong> room lights dimmed and <strong>the</strong> hologram<br />
faded into darkness just as <strong>the</strong> quaking ceased and <strong>the</strong> column settled as <strong>the</strong> lights<br />
brightened. Sarah Jane hurried to open <strong>the</strong> doors and just as <strong>the</strong>y swung wide <strong>the</strong> real<br />
<strong>Doctor</strong>’s head appeared through aperture.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>re, that wasn’t so hard, was it I always say one good rescue deserves ano<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Now come on, help me with <strong>the</strong> Master.’<br />
Before a very relieved Sarah Jane could welcome him, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s head disappeared<br />
through <strong>the</strong> doorway and <strong>the</strong>n re-appeared a moment later with <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his body. <strong>The</strong><br />
Time Lord was rigid with lightning-fury.<br />
‘He’s gone! I <strong>of</strong>fer him sanctuary, <strong>the</strong>n I turn my back for one moment and he bolts<br />
like a thief in <strong>the</strong> night.’<br />
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‘You’re lucky he didn’t try to shoot you in <strong>the</strong> back while he went, Doc,’ Benton<br />
quipped.<br />
‘We’d better get <strong>of</strong> here before he finds a gun and comes back,’ Sarah Jane quipped.<br />
‘No, he’s probably gone to find his TARDIS and escape while he still can. But we’ve<br />
got bigger problems. Things have gone from worse to unfathomable.’<br />
‘Are you saying <strong>the</strong>re’s ano<strong>the</strong>r threat to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Earth</strong>, <strong>Doctor</strong>’ asked Lethbridge-<br />
Stewart.<br />
‘A threat It’s a nightmare given life, a horror beyond natural comprehension!’<br />
Sarah Jane threw her hands into <strong>the</strong> air. ‘If it’s that bad don’t keep us in <strong>the</strong> dark.<br />
What’s happening.’<br />
‘Oh, just ano<strong>the</strong>r old friend.’<br />
‘An old friend <strong>Who</strong>’<br />
‘Oh, no one <strong>of</strong> importance, someone past his prime, Sutekh.’<br />
‘What!’<br />
Harry turned to Sarah Jane.<br />
‘Is it that bad, old girl’<br />
‘Believe me, now it can’t get worse.’<br />
‘Oh, nonsense!’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> exclaimed. ‘<strong>The</strong>re are plenty <strong>of</strong> ways this can get worse; I<br />
could have run out <strong>of</strong> jelly babies. Besides, <strong>the</strong> situation’s not too hopeless: I have a plan.’<br />
‘We are all delighted to hear so, <strong>Doctor</strong>,’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier said, inwardly rejoicing. ‘May<br />
we share in your plotting’<br />
‘All right, but first I’m going to do something you’ll all find terribly dangerous, and<br />
probably ill-conceived, so I want no second guesses. I’m still in a terrible hurry.’<br />
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Without a fur<strong>the</strong>r word <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned, extended his long arm, and opened <strong>the</strong><br />
Reliquary. Before anyone could voice a concern, <strong>the</strong> heavy door swung wide and out from<br />
its dim interior staggered <strong>the</strong> haggard, nearly-naked but very human body <strong>of</strong> Mike Yates.<br />
Yates took one shuddering step forward, and smiled.<br />
‘Brigadier…I regret my absence from duty. I feel much better now. Request<br />
permission to return…’<br />
Mike’s voice deflated to a whisper and his knees buckled. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier managed to<br />
catch him before he hit <strong>the</strong> floor. <strong>The</strong> older solider wrapped one arm around his fellow<br />
serviceman’s torso and held him close.<br />
‘All in good time, Lieutenant Colonel. All in good time.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier turned to ask <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> for a suitable place to put Yates to recover<br />
but <strong>the</strong> Time Lord was already hunched over <strong>the</strong> console and rushing about its hexagonal<br />
platform. Thankfully Sarah Jane was at hand and <strong>of</strong>fered to escort Mike to <strong>the</strong> TARDIS’<br />
medical room, but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> intervened.<br />
‘Mike’s travelled in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS before, Sarah. He can find his own way. I need you<br />
here.’<br />
Sarah was about to object but Yates shook his head. With a last, faint smile he<br />
straightened and walked out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room. As soon as he was gone, Benton spoke.<br />
‘Right, <strong>Doctor</strong>, tell us <strong>the</strong> story. How did you cure him’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> kept his eyes upon <strong>the</strong> console as he replied.<br />
‘Well, it was only a simple matter <strong>of</strong> concluding that if <strong>the</strong> primal blood reacts to<br />
magnetic fields <strong>the</strong>n a sample <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> substance might be neutralised by setting up a counterfield<br />
redirected away from <strong>the</strong> infected host.’<br />
Harry’s face brightened as he grasped <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s words.<br />
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‘You mean you reversed <strong>the</strong> polarity’<br />
At last <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> lifted his head, and smiled.<br />
‘Precisely, Harry. Precisely!’<br />
‘So you can cure all <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Primords’ asked <strong>the</strong> Brigadier.<br />
‘Certainly I can configure this Reliquary cabinet to generate <strong>the</strong> necessary magnetic<br />
field to cure one person. In <strong>the</strong>ory I can use <strong>the</strong> TARDIS to boost <strong>the</strong> cabinet’s magnetic<br />
field to encompass all <strong>of</strong> Atlantis. From <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>the</strong> polarisation ought to latch onto <strong>the</strong> entire<br />
flow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> primal blood worldwide and attract it to this central location, hopefully freeing<br />
anyone else <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Primordial influence. Of course unmetabolised primordial fluid is far<br />
more difficult to decompose, so <strong>the</strong> problem <strong>the</strong>n becomes…’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> trailed <strong>of</strong>f, his<br />
head drooping in insalubrious thoughts.<br />
‘Cheer up, old boy. We’ve beaten bigger worries than this before.’ Harry said.<br />
‘Harry, compared to our current trouble what you experienced while travelling with<br />
me were tea-time casual concerns.’<br />
‘But what is <strong>the</strong> problem, <strong>Doctor</strong>’ Sarah Jane asked.<br />
‘It’s how to dispose <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> primal blood, and given its enormous destructive power,<br />
<strong>the</strong>re’s really only one solution: expulsion into <strong>the</strong> Void.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned to <strong>the</strong> Reliquary<br />
and stepped inside to tinker with its controls. ‘This cabinet is <strong>the</strong> ideal means; it was<br />
designed from a damaged TARDIS capable only <strong>of</strong> Void existence, so by rights it wants to<br />
go back <strong>the</strong>re. In fact, my TARDIS is <strong>the</strong> only thing keeping it in <strong>the</strong> normal universe, so all<br />
it has to do dematerialise. Of course <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re’s <strong>the</strong> difficulty <strong>of</strong> space, what with all that<br />
ancient blood, but I have managed to give this pod some semblance <strong>of</strong> dimensional<br />
transcendence and that should solve <strong>the</strong> problem. In <strong>the</strong>ory.’<br />
Sarah Jane hurried over <strong>the</strong> chamber and stuck her head through <strong>the</strong> door.<br />
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‘You’ve forgotten about Sutekh. What are we going to do about him’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> poked his head out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> darkness and met Sarah, nose to nose.<br />
‘You let me worry about Sutekh. Here - ‘ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> handed her a note with a string<br />
<strong>of</strong> numbers scrawled across it. ‘Punch those into <strong>the</strong> navigational computer, hurry!’<br />
Sarah Jane dashed back to <strong>the</strong> console and imported <strong>the</strong> numbers, which she<br />
assumed to be coordinates. Once she had finished she looked up to her friend once more.<br />
‘All right, <strong>the</strong>y’re punched. Now what’<br />
‘Turn <strong>the</strong> first switch to your right. That’ll shut down <strong>the</strong> TARDIS’ main defences.<br />
We need a level <strong>of</strong> plausible vulnerability.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pulled out his yo-yo and swung it between his fingers in a cat’s cradle<br />
formation. He moved his huge, blue eyes to hers, and blinked.<br />
‘Good-bye,’ he said, and he swung <strong>the</strong> yo-yo out along <strong>the</strong> length <strong>of</strong> its string to<br />
reach <strong>the</strong> console, roll along <strong>the</strong> panel, and pull down upon <strong>the</strong> dematerialisation switch.<br />
Before Sarah Jane or anyone else could react, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pulled back into <strong>the</strong> Reliquary. Its<br />
heavy door swung closed and clamped shut. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> central column in <strong>the</strong> console rose<br />
and fell and <strong>the</strong> TARDIS began to rock and tremble, like a sinking lifeboat compressing<br />
beneath an ocean <strong>of</strong> pressure. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> console began to smoke and spark; it spouted thick<br />
plumes <strong>of</strong> purple flame.<br />
‘Everyone, get back!’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier cried as <strong>the</strong>y stepped away from <strong>the</strong> ignited<br />
console, but <strong>the</strong>y stopped in <strong>the</strong>ir backtracks as Benton laid his hand against one wall and<br />
cried out.<br />
‘Sir! This wall is hot. Blimey, look at <strong>the</strong> circles!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> colour <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wall roundels all about <strong>the</strong> room were changing from cool blue to<br />
bright green, a hot, blazing tone. And <strong>the</strong>n Sarah Jane cried out in horror as thick, green<br />
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liquid started to bubble and churn behind <strong>the</strong> indentations. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> fluid burst through <strong>the</strong><br />
roundels nearest <strong>the</strong> Reliquary and flowed freely over <strong>the</strong> cabinet’s surface. <strong>The</strong> roundels<br />
along <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r walls began to sizzle and scorch.<br />
‘Everybody out!’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier shouted, his voice and body tense but in command.<br />
He turned to Sarah Jane. ‘Miss Smith, where’s <strong>the</strong> best place in this vessel to take shelter’<br />
Before she could answer <strong>the</strong>re was a voice from <strong>the</strong> corridor archway. It was Mike<br />
Yates.<br />
‘If you’ll allow me, sir, I know <strong>the</strong> perfect place.’<br />
For only <strong>the</strong> briefest moment <strong>the</strong> Brigadier stared questioningly at his junior <strong>of</strong>ficer,<br />
but <strong>the</strong> look <strong>of</strong> absolute certainty on <strong>the</strong> young man’s face – <strong>the</strong> Mike Yates he knew he<br />
could count on with total assurance – convinced him.<br />
‘Lead <strong>the</strong> way, Lieutenant Colonel.’<br />
Mike smiled and gestured for all to follow. <strong>The</strong>y exited through <strong>the</strong> archway and filed<br />
into <strong>the</strong> corridor, but <strong>the</strong>re too was <strong>the</strong> same lurid green light, <strong>the</strong> same liquid frothing<br />
behind <strong>the</strong> roundels, <strong>the</strong> same overpowering heat waving through <strong>the</strong> walls.<br />
‘Hurry,’ Mike cried, ‘<strong>the</strong> blood’s trying to poison <strong>the</strong> ship!’<br />
<strong>The</strong>y took to <strong>the</strong>ir heels and raced down <strong>the</strong> corridor. <strong>The</strong>y took a left at <strong>the</strong> nearest<br />
junction, <strong>the</strong>n two more rights. At <strong>the</strong> next intersection Mike glanced about, as if uncertain<br />
where to head next.<br />
‘It’s as if <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s changed <strong>the</strong> layout <strong>of</strong> this place since I was last in here.’<br />
‘He probably has,’ Sarah Jane replied. ‘What are we looking for’<br />
‘It’s a special room in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS, where nothing can reach you. I don’t know its<br />
name.’<br />
‘What’s it look like’<br />
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‘Large white door, pink and grey interior.’<br />
She clapped her hands toge<strong>the</strong>r. ‘I think I know what you mean! It’s this way!’<br />
Sure enough, within a few moments <strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> door Mike had described.<br />
Benton and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier pulled <strong>the</strong> massive roundelled door open and <strong>the</strong> group clambered<br />
inside. Harry was <strong>the</strong> last through and sealed <strong>the</strong> door. Once secure, <strong>the</strong> Brigadier glanced<br />
about <strong>the</strong> large enclosure: <strong>the</strong>re were no o<strong>the</strong>r doors or portals.<br />
‘I think we’re all safe in here for now.’<br />
‘Yes, sir,’ said Benton, ‘but what about <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’<br />
Lethbridge-Stewart had no answer, and so said nothing. He folded his arms and<br />
hoped to heaven his best friend was safe. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> lights went out -<br />
I don’t understand, <strong>Doctor</strong>…how could you…<br />
Sorry I can’t hear you. Or see you much now, for that matter. Hard to keep faux-corporeal continuity for so<br />
long, is it<br />
No! I shall maintain control. But I must know how you succeeded in transferring <strong>the</strong> primal blood from <strong>the</strong><br />
outside into <strong>the</strong> Reliquary.<br />
Hmm Oh, just a routine exposure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS’ dimensional boundary to normal space-time. <strong>The</strong> blood<br />
recognised <strong>the</strong> barrier as akin to its natural environment and followed <strong>the</strong> invisible breadcrumbs. From <strong>the</strong>re,<br />
it could only go towards <strong>the</strong> Reliquary’s magnetic field and seep through <strong>the</strong> chamber’s outer shell.<br />
So you risked your ship’s safety, your friends, everything, just for <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cosmos.<br />
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I tried to do what I simply felt was right.<br />
But why retreat to that cabinet Why not run away with your simpleton allies<br />
Because <strong>the</strong>re was one loose end I had to bind, even if it killed me.<br />
What loose end I remember none <strong>of</strong> this, <strong>Doctor</strong>…<br />
Yes, but you must remember this memory now, and I’m so sorry to make you…<br />
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THE MEMORY OF ENEMIES<br />
COME ON, OLD GIRL, IT’S JUST A SHORT HOP DOWN AN ACTIVE INTERDIMENSIONAL<br />
volcano! <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> steadied himself at <strong>the</strong> Reliquary controls. <strong>The</strong> air about him was heavy<br />
and stifling, like a warm, dry cloth wrapped around his body. Even with <strong>the</strong> guidance <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
magnetic fields <strong>the</strong> dimensional pressure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> primal blood was squeezing <strong>the</strong> TARDIS<br />
tight, making transit slow and nearly impossible, like a water droplet trying to push through a<br />
vat <strong>of</strong> oil. He knew <strong>the</strong> ship needed only a few more moments before it completed its<br />
journey into <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> volcano, and just a few moments more to materialise <strong>the</strong><br />
Reliquary around a certain, special someone. And perhaps those will be my last few moments <strong>of</strong> life.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n make <strong>the</strong>m your best, <strong>Doctor</strong>!<br />
He had made <strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> moments while <strong>the</strong> ships were in flight to protect<br />
himself from <strong>the</strong> coming flood <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> primal blood, having constructed a large columnal<br />
platform high in <strong>the</strong> cabinet’s newly transdimensional space - even now he could hear <strong>the</strong><br />
liquid pouring through <strong>the</strong> cabinet’s corroded external shell. <strong>The</strong> darkness, <strong>the</strong> depths, <strong>the</strong><br />
distant sounds, and <strong>the</strong> steady trembling all made <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> suddenly feel very remote and<br />
distinct, like a man about to face his final reckoning. Perhaps this was his time, but he was<br />
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ready; he was prepared. He had known this was <strong>the</strong> only choice he could make, to face<br />
Sutekh once more. If it had been <strong>the</strong> Master alone he might have rallied his friends to his aid,<br />
but with <strong>the</strong> incalculable threat <strong>of</strong> Sutekh thrown into <strong>the</strong> already dire equation his was <strong>the</strong><br />
only life he dared risk. For a moment, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> honestly wondered if he would ever see<br />
his friends again; ever see <strong>the</strong> light <strong>of</strong> day again. He hoped so.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, all at once, <strong>the</strong> Reliquary calmed. As if from across <strong>the</strong> cleft <strong>of</strong> an unplumbed<br />
ravine, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> heard <strong>the</strong> grind <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS’ engines and <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t chime signalling <strong>the</strong><br />
landing. Within moments he could feel <strong>the</strong> corrosive approach <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blood gnawing its way<br />
through <strong>the</strong> opened barriers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> TARDIS and permeate <strong>the</strong> Reliquary’s newly established<br />
multi-dimensions. <strong>The</strong> sterile white light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chamber dimmed and <strong>the</strong>n turned a lurid<br />
red. Emergency lighting. Good, that means I’ve hit my first target. But what <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> second <strong>The</strong>re was a<br />
faint rustle, like dry dust blowing through hollow bones. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> voice spoke. It came from<br />
behind.<br />
‘Time Lord.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> spun around. Torment exploded in his body. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> screeched in<br />
absolute agony. He fell to <strong>the</strong> ground, wri<strong>the</strong>d and twisted as <strong>the</strong> purity <strong>of</strong> pain kneaded his<br />
flesh, twisted his bones, shook his sinews. <strong>The</strong> voice spoke once more.<br />
‘Rise, termite, rise and be helpless!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> felt his body not rise but be gripped with hot daggers and ripped<br />
upwards to dangle in <strong>the</strong> air like a hung puppet. <strong>The</strong> pressure felt like fire-white ice picks<br />
pressing against his eyes and twisting around his skull. But he would see his attacker. As a<br />
scalpel slits open flesh <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> unlocked his eyes and saw it standing and overbearing<br />
before him, <strong>the</strong> monstrous and totally restored figure <strong>of</strong> Sutekh <strong>the</strong> Destroyer. Green flames<br />
danced in <strong>the</strong> Osirian’s jackal eyes.<br />
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‘You trapped me in <strong>the</strong> corridor <strong>of</strong> eternity like a scarab in <strong>the</strong> desert storm, Time<br />
Lord. You dared to defy me. No creature alive deserves such delusions. My will is eternal<br />
and my life endless.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> knew if he spoke <strong>the</strong> pain would only increase, but he could not resist<br />
<strong>the</strong> impish urge.<br />
‘Well…scarabs…are…like…cockroaches…great survivors…but terribly…ugly---<br />
AHHHHHH!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> pain was so intense <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s jaw shook and his tongue wiggled in his skull,<br />
he almost gagged. Sutekh cackled and mentally drew him close; <strong>the</strong> pain mounted with every<br />
encroaching inch.<br />
‘Now you shall at last choke upon <strong>the</strong> same death I shall rain upon <strong>the</strong> cosmos! But<br />
you alone, for your impudent interference, shall taste <strong>the</strong> special flavour <strong>of</strong> a personal death.<br />
I shall make you <strong>the</strong> workmanship <strong>of</strong> my hands.’<br />
Sutekh raised his arms; his long, taloned fingers straightened into daggers.<br />
‘Welcome to my eternity, Time Lord!’<br />
‘No,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> whispered.<br />
Sutekh laughed.<br />
‘You wish to beg for my mercy, microbe It would be a welcome music to me as I<br />
destroy you.’<br />
‘No.’<br />
‘Yes. Beg.’<br />
‘No!’<br />
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Sutekh hissed with bottomless fury. His eyes burnt upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> like twin suns<br />
<strong>of</strong> blinding agony. What <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> felt his body, his mind could not describe, could not<br />
endure, his body bent, his head dipped. Sutekh leaned close.<br />
‘Shall you beg now’<br />
‘NO!’<br />
‘Why not Tell me why a stinking, polluted, low-bred carcass like you should not for<br />
<strong>the</strong> mercy <strong>of</strong> Sutekh’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> closed his eyes, and without a trace <strong>of</strong> fear he spoke.<br />
‘Because I chose long ago never to beg or bow my head to any being, especially one<br />
as monstrous as you! Because I am not a low-bred animal fit to be broken, I am not an insect<br />
to be crushed, I am not a stinking, polluted carcass to be destroyed! And here I make my<br />
stand!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> opened his eyes and <strong>the</strong> windows <strong>of</strong> his mind shattered upon <strong>the</strong> fire <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Typhonian Beast’s black heart like <strong>the</strong> sharpened edges <strong>of</strong> a billions diamond knives.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y pierced Sutekh to his core; he staggered backwards; he felt pain. His mind reeled upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> meaning <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> moment; he screeched and howled hot rage.<br />
‘You cannot possibly touch me. I am Sutekh!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> laughed away at <strong>the</strong> bewildered creature. ‘You’re nothing! You’re just a<br />
spoiled, rotten-hearted brat gorged on too much ego!’<br />
Sutekh straightened and extended his hand. His long, bony fingers lanced like<br />
daggers towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘I twisted your mind and held you beneath my thumb once before. How is it you can<br />
withstand me now’<br />
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‘Well, you have only yourself to blame – <strong>the</strong> more bloated <strong>the</strong> ego <strong>the</strong> more<br />
motivated I am to deflate it. Or maybe I’ve learned a thing or two since I bent my mind<br />
against Morbius – now you and he might have actually got on: both <strong>of</strong> you are pa<strong>the</strong>tic<br />
shadows <strong>of</strong> your earlier, equally pa<strong>the</strong>tic selves.’<br />
‘For your paltry act <strong>of</strong> resistance I shall enjoy prolonging your execution, Time Lord!’<br />
‘Ah, I’m not an insect anymore, now, am I, Osirian I’ve shown some fight, haven’t<br />
I That’s something you haven’t seen since you were bound. Does it remind you <strong>of</strong> Horus,<br />
eh’<br />
‘Do not speak that blasphemous name before me!’<br />
‘Why not Horus! HORUS! He challenged you well, just as I challenge you now.’<br />
‘<strong>Who</strong> are you to challenge me’<br />
‘Oh, I’m nobody, nothing, just like you! But I’m somebody who’s stood up to your<br />
bullying, and I’m <strong>the</strong> one who’s going to tear you down once and for all. So, come on <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
Sutekh <strong>the</strong> good-for-nothing jackanapes. Give me your best, or are you too afraid to try’<br />
Sutekh howled, his body trembled in roiling anger.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> only one to fear is you, Time Lord, and for your fear you shall know terror <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> gods!’<br />
‘Well very <strong>the</strong>n. En garde!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and Sutekh, <strong>the</strong> Time Lord and <strong>the</strong> Osirian, faced one ano<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
stood like two sphinxes guarding <strong>the</strong> darkness <strong>of</strong> eternity. <strong>The</strong>n it began. Sutekh’s eyes<br />
flashed. His mental thrust rushed ahead. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> caught <strong>the</strong> force with his mind; it felt<br />
like molten flames boiling away <strong>the</strong> skin <strong>of</strong> his mind. His thoughts screamed: It’s so strong! Too<br />
strong! No, it isn’t, you are, <strong>the</strong> strength is yours, use it, wield it, advance your strength, push back! He<br />
twisted <strong>the</strong> energy into an unbreakable lance and forced it back against its source. It smashed<br />
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against Sutekh’s mental parapet, splintered across <strong>the</strong> frontier. He growled and tensed his<br />
body; he heaved his arms forward and caught <strong>the</strong> lance, his flesh crackled and split with <strong>the</strong><br />
strain, but he overcame and bent <strong>the</strong> lance, moulded it into a column <strong>of</strong> white-hot fury and<br />
thrust it back against <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s mind-lock. <strong>The</strong> light and fire flooded his mind,<br />
overflowed into his body; <strong>the</strong>re was a star bursting between his hearts, boiling every ounce<br />
<strong>of</strong> blood, scorching every cell <strong>of</strong> his body, searing every corner <strong>of</strong> his mind, and <strong>the</strong> pain<br />
grew and grew and grew and Sutekh’s voice cackled in his head:<br />
I thank you, microbe. You have made my resurrection sweet like an ocean <strong>of</strong> blood. But now you<br />
shall bow before me.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> screwed shut his eyes, set his jaw, and his thoughts burnt <strong>the</strong>ir reply.<br />
Never! I will never yield to you!<br />
You have no choice, Time Lord. In <strong>the</strong> end you are just an ordinary speck before me. Alone and<br />
lost.<br />
Ah, Sutekh, that’s your final mistake. For I am far more than an ordinary speck and I am never<br />
alone! I am <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, I am a Time Lord, and time is my power, and my times are many!<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stretched forth his hands and threw back his head. His voiced howled in<br />
<strong>the</strong> wind. <strong>The</strong>n from out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wind came three lights, three faces, three men: one in<br />
coloured velvet and white ruffles, ano<strong>the</strong>r in crumpled bows and baggy fabric, and <strong>the</strong> last in<br />
dark frocks and winged collars. <strong>The</strong> three men placed <strong>the</strong>ir hands upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
shoulders, <strong>the</strong>ir countenances shone bright, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s image burnt with light, <strong>the</strong> four<br />
lights merged, became one, packed tight into one future, a single white star shining bright<br />
and brilliant, and with one, last, infinite lunge <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> hurled <strong>the</strong> star from its orbit<br />
towards its target – Sutekh, blinded, raised his hands to his eyes – too late! <strong>The</strong> star orb<br />
struck <strong>the</strong> Osirian’s face, <strong>the</strong> impact crashed deep into his brain. Sutekh’s body arched<br />
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backwards. He screamed into infinity, in rage, in agony, in fear. His mental energies surged<br />
through his eyes, burst through <strong>the</strong> irises in green gouts <strong>of</strong> flame. <strong>The</strong> skin <strong>of</strong> his face burnt<br />
and blackened to a crisp. He sagged and collapsed upon <strong>the</strong> ground, fell upon his face, and<br />
lay still. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong> lights <strong>of</strong> his o<strong>the</strong>r selves gone, stood above his fallen foe, his face<br />
cold and hard. <strong>The</strong>n he heard Sutekh whisper.<br />
‘It is gone. My power is gone.’<br />
‘Yes. I had to do it. You are a being past words, past conscience. Only action could<br />
reach you. So I shattered your cerebral spiral, devastated your higher mind. Be thankful you<br />
still have your life.’<br />
‘This is no life, not for a god!’<br />
‘You’re no god, nor are you a devil. You’re not worth ei<strong>the</strong>r extreme. You’re just a<br />
beast, an angry, selfish beast not fit to be remembered in life or death.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n snuff out my memory. Kill me. Kill me, Time Lord!’<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>. My name is <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, and I am <strong>the</strong> one person in all <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cosmos who<br />
shows you compassion this day. And don’t you forget it.’<br />
For a moment all was silent, save for <strong>the</strong> distant approaching rise all around <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
primal blood. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> knew it would soon reach <strong>the</strong> platform; he had to settle Sutekh<br />
quickly. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> broken Osirian spoke.<br />
‘What happens now’<br />
‘Oh, I don’t know. We could play some whist, or checkers, or arrange some suitable<br />
final words. I may have neglected to tell you, but we’re inside a special chamber built by my<br />
people; it’s storing <strong>the</strong> alien energy you used to restore yourself. In a few minutes that<br />
liquefied mass will flood this area. If we don’t move soon we may both die after all.’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n…as a last act <strong>of</strong> compassion, will you help me to rise I prefer to die standing.’<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> hesitated. He didn’t trust Sutekh for a moment, but <strong>the</strong>re was no doubt<br />
his attack had permanently dispersed <strong>the</strong> Osirian’s psychic abilities. From him <strong>the</strong>re should<br />
be no fur<strong>the</strong>r danger. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> reached down and like a raging tornado Sutekh had<br />
gripped his wrist, spun him around, and hooked one arm around his throat. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
scrambled for purchase upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>fending limb, <strong>the</strong>n yelped in startled agony as he felt a<br />
sharpened knife-edge slice through his lower back. He left <strong>the</strong> razored-edge wriggle and<br />
gnaw within <strong>the</strong> hot wound; it was Sutekh’s hand. <strong>The</strong> Osirian brea<strong>the</strong>d into <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s<br />
ear.<br />
‘You may have shattered by brain case but I have survived death itself; I will recover<br />
and rise again to ravage <strong>the</strong> cosmos! Until <strong>the</strong>n, know that my physical functions are<br />
controlled by a completely separate autonomic system, and my body is as equally powerful as<br />
my mind. And I shall revel in feeling your body slice to ribbons beneath my fingertips.’<br />
Sutekh removed his hand from <strong>the</strong> gash in <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s back. His o<strong>the</strong>r hand wrenched<br />
close upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s throat; <strong>the</strong> fingers were as strong as steel branches. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
tried to suck in air; none flowed. His vision darkened, his hearing s<strong>of</strong>tened, but still Sutekh’s<br />
laughter exploded in his ears. ‘Farewell, <strong>Doctor</strong>! Now, dieeeee-aaaaAAAHHHH!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Osirian’s laughter streaked into a howling squeal <strong>of</strong> agonised frenzy. His limbs<br />
released <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. <strong>The</strong> Time Lord fell to <strong>the</strong> ground, almost senseless but well aware <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> blood pouring from his back and pooling beneath him. He tensed his back muscles and<br />
forced himself to sit up and see what was happening. Through eyes red-rimmed and hazy, he<br />
saw Sutekh twisting upon <strong>the</strong> ground and awash in a violent green light, as if he were<br />
torturing himself. And <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> realised <strong>the</strong> truth and looked up and saw <strong>the</strong> source <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
new light came from <strong>the</strong> infernal eyes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master. He glanced upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, but did<br />
not cast his torturous energy upon him.<br />
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‘Ah, my dear <strong>Doctor</strong>. Did you forget about me so soon’<br />
‘I…I had hoped…I could.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master laughed; <strong>the</strong>re was madness in <strong>the</strong> sound.<br />
‘In a moment I’ll make sure you never forget me again. But first…’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master turned back to Sutekh. <strong>The</strong> light in his eyes dimmed, leaving behind a<br />
face sunken with shadows and blazing with hatred.<br />
‘Do you know who I am’<br />
Sutekh tried to raise his head, but <strong>the</strong> bones on his neck cracked with <strong>the</strong> movement.<br />
His body stiffened with unspeakable pain. He choked out a reply.<br />
‘You…are…a…thieving…carcass.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> light flared once more. Sutekh heaved and howled in its glare. <strong>The</strong> light<br />
brightened; Sutekh’s black tunic smoked and melted; his skin split and peeled away. His<br />
entire body quaked, quivered. His jackal-ears pressed and ground his head. His skull swung<br />
from side to side. He screeched a cry.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>…please…help me!’<br />
Compelled only by instinct, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> tried to rise but his back screamed with <strong>the</strong><br />
sudden movement. Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> his eye <strong>the</strong> Master noticed <strong>the</strong> activity and he lifted<br />
his arm – <strong>the</strong> TCE was in his hand; he fired, but <strong>the</strong> damaged weapon discharged erratically<br />
and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leapt away to avoid its blast – too quickly; his ravaged body went into a<br />
spasm; he fell forward and hit struck his forehead upon <strong>the</strong> ground. While <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
struggled to rise once more, <strong>the</strong> Master, all <strong>the</strong> while pouring torture upon Sutekh, glared<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> wi<strong>the</strong>ring Osirian and spoke again. His voice was a bellowing explosion.<br />
‘Do you know who I am!’<br />
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Sutekh squealed and screeched and twisted upon <strong>the</strong> ground, like an animal caught in<br />
an invisible trap desperate to escape with nowhere to go. He could make no reply; his tongue<br />
and throat had already scorched dry; but still <strong>the</strong> Master raged.<br />
‘You have no answer <strong>The</strong>n I shall give it! I am you superior. I am your executioner.<br />
But before I sacrifice you to my glory know this: <strong>the</strong> power I have stolen from you is what<br />
breaks you now, but it is nothing more than a brittle breeze compared to my power, <strong>the</strong> true<br />
power <strong>of</strong> a Time Lord, <strong>the</strong> power <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> green light surging from <strong>the</strong> Master’s eyes darkened to black. <strong>The</strong> Master<br />
howled in rage. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> light ignited into a dark inferno. Awash in <strong>the</strong> black flames,<br />
Sutekh’s back arched and his head twisted backwards. His bones creaked and cracked like<br />
kindling drenched in flame. His bloody screams <strong>of</strong> agony stretched out louder and longer<br />
until it was one, endless wail <strong>of</strong> terror. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> rose to his feet, but he knew it was too<br />
late. Sutekh’s eyes were smoking, flaming, melting into viscous fluid, which soon boiled to<br />
smoke dispersing into dust. <strong>The</strong>n his body caught fire, split in a thousand places, and<br />
splintered into countless bone fragments spitting sparks and wisps <strong>of</strong> flame, like a mighty<br />
oak struck by lightning and reduced to charcoal fragments <strong>of</strong> bleached, broken chips. <strong>The</strong><br />
wail weakened to a whimper, a whisper, and <strong>the</strong>n silence, save for <strong>the</strong> roaring sounds <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
primal blood, now almost level with <strong>the</strong> platform, a sound only <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> seemed to notice.<br />
He knew he had only moments before <strong>the</strong> fluid overflowed <strong>the</strong> platform, but first he had a<br />
more pressing concern to face. He looked upon his archenemy. <strong>The</strong> Master looked back. His<br />
eyes cleared to reveal <strong>the</strong> malevolent golden-black fire windowing <strong>the</strong> deep <strong>of</strong> his soul. He<br />
chuckled.<br />
‘I feel quite liberated, <strong>Doctor</strong>, and sublimely justified.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> replied in a voice grave and empty.<br />
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‘<strong>The</strong>re’s no hope for you now.’<br />
‘Oh, come, come, <strong>Doctor</strong>, why be so precipitous You are a literary man. What does<br />
<strong>the</strong> verse day, you must first have faith. So will you now have faith in my total mastery Will<br />
you at last be my servant’<br />
‘I just defeated <strong>the</strong> Typhonian Beast himself, before you slaughtered him, <strong>of</strong> course.<br />
I would never lower my standards to serve him, and I won’t ever defile myself to serve you.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master smirked and <strong>the</strong>n began walking towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> thought <strong>of</strong> your final destruction outweighs any disappointment I may feel now<br />
in not breaking you before <strong>the</strong> end. Oh well, we all have to sacrifice something dear to us,<br />
don’t we Any last words’<br />
‘Yes,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> said, ‘would you like a jelly baby I’m sure a few left.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master tensed. His eyes widened.<br />
‘Oh, oh, you mean final words! Yes, I have. How did you get in here’<br />
‘You’re being trivial again, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘No! Just curious, as usual. It’s my greatest weakness, as you well know.’<br />
‘How else but by TARDIS’ <strong>The</strong> Master gestured behind him to a high, obsidian<br />
obelisk on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> platform. ‘I always warned you this incarnation’s flippancy<br />
would be your downfall.’<br />
‘Yes, I suppose,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> remarked as he slowly circled away from <strong>the</strong> Master.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master matched <strong>the</strong> movement. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> kept talking. ‘That means you’ve reestablished<br />
your telepathic connection to <strong>the</strong> ship.’<br />
‘Obviously. Will you please stand still’<br />
‘But we’re in grave danger. If we leave now we can just escape.’<br />
‘I have no fear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> primal blood, <strong>Doctor</strong>. It will still be my restoration.’<br />
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‘Ah, so no regrets about destroying your Osirian cocoon <strong>the</strong>n’<br />
‘Sutekh’s power is mine now. I need no o<strong>the</strong>r strength.’<br />
‘Yes, but don’t you see You’ve absorbed Sutekh’s might, <strong>the</strong> power <strong>of</strong> an Osirian,<br />
<strong>the</strong> last <strong>of</strong> a mighty race <strong>of</strong> advanced psychic prowess. Power fed to you through your<br />
telepathic symbiosis with your TARDIS.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master edged towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, ignoring his words. His hands began to<br />
shake. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> kept speaking, his voice rising, quickening, prodding.<br />
‘Facts <strong>of</strong> which I am well aware.’<br />
‘Yes, but don’t you understand Don’t you realise’<br />
‘I will realise your death, <strong>Doctor</strong>!’ Now his entire body was shaking, his head was<br />
throbbing. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> continued to retreat, back towards <strong>the</strong> Reliquary controls.<br />
‘Without Sutekh your telepathic te<strong>the</strong>r is snapping, feeding back through your ship.<br />
You’re connected to ticking time-bomb <strong>of</strong> colossal psychic energy! What do you think that<br />
exploding energy will do when it reaches you’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master was seething, quivering, bristling with rage and…his body jerked.<br />
Heaved. Quaked. <strong>The</strong> Master to raise his hand to shoot at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, his arm would not<br />
move. His hand clenched so tight <strong>the</strong> TCE shattered between his fingers. <strong>The</strong> Master’s eyes<br />
widened, bulged, expanded. His jaw pressed upwards and his lungs squeezed. His throat<br />
tightened upon a rising cry <strong>of</strong> pain, <strong>of</strong> torture, <strong>of</strong> excruciating torment as blood gushed out<br />
his ears, nose, and mouth and his eyes glowed with flames <strong>of</strong> green, <strong>the</strong>n white, <strong>the</strong>n finally<br />
black until in a final, terrible, moment a bursting scream flung out <strong>of</strong> his split-wide lips and<br />
with a final, terrible explosion <strong>the</strong> Master’s body detonated. An inferno <strong>of</strong> black flames<br />
spread upon him, outwards to envelop him, inwards to consume him. <strong>The</strong> fire raged so hot<br />
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and dark it drove <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> backwards and nearly blinded his sight, but I have to see, I must<br />
see…<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> tide <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> primal blood reached <strong>the</strong> platform; <strong>the</strong> liquid cascaded over <strong>the</strong><br />
plateau’s edge. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> flung himself forward, just missing <strong>the</strong> corrosive fluid; where he<br />
had stood was melting with searing flame. Flames were all around him, rising, crackling,<br />
popping, burning just like before! It’s all ending in fire – stop. Get out <strong>of</strong> here. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pushed<br />
up from <strong>the</strong> ground, wincing as <strong>the</strong> flesh Sutekh had slit open stretched too far. Fresh blood<br />
poured from <strong>the</strong> wound. It’ll heal soon. But first get to <strong>the</strong> controls, cast this cabinet into <strong>the</strong> Void, and<br />
see if you can escape to <strong>the</strong> TARDIS in time. Sounds difficult. It’s probably impossible. So is doing nothing<br />
and something at once.<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood upon unsteady feet. <strong>The</strong> Reliquary controls were just ahead <strong>of</strong><br />
him. Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blood had washed over <strong>the</strong> terminal. <strong>The</strong>re was a haze <strong>of</strong> smoke and <strong>the</strong><br />
stench <strong>of</strong> melted plastic and metal. Were <strong>the</strong> controls still active Yes, just enough. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> punched a series <strong>of</strong> buttons and initiated a delayed dematerialisation sequence. He<br />
had only a few moments before <strong>the</strong> dying, transcendent pocket dimension cast itself into<br />
eternal emptiness. He pressed a final button; <strong>the</strong> exit hatchway swung open. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> heard a sound from behind him, a terrible, spiteful, hissing growl as if from some<br />
great demon from an ancient pit. He turned around, saw <strong>the</strong> source. It was <strong>the</strong> Master,<br />
nearly consumed in a haze <strong>of</strong> billowing smoke, waving walls <strong>of</strong> fire, and <strong>the</strong> surging tide <strong>of</strong><br />
acidic blood. But his face…<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master fixed upon <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> with blackened eyes. Slowly he lifted an arm,<br />
jabbed a rotted finger, and spoke. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> forever after remembered <strong>the</strong> words.<br />
‘I hate you, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> answered with his voice sad and s<strong>of</strong>t.<br />
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‘I know.’<br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leapt through <strong>the</strong> open doorway. It sealed shut, its light to <strong>the</strong><br />
outside extinguished. <strong>The</strong>n with a cacophonic shatter <strong>the</strong> platform disintegrated and <strong>the</strong><br />
Master rose into <strong>the</strong> air, hung suspended in a moment <strong>of</strong> balance, and <strong>the</strong>n dropped into <strong>the</strong><br />
molten inferno, screaming into <strong>the</strong> depths…<br />
Is it <strong>the</strong> end, <strong>Doctor</strong> What happened to…<br />
To you o<strong>the</strong>r self It’s not a pleasant memory for me. Nor should it be for you, but clearly you’ve forgotten.<br />
How How can I, a…<br />
Time Lord<br />
Yes, a Time Lord! How can I forget my own nature<br />
Oh, it’s very simple. You’ve been attempting to use <strong>the</strong> Matrix Remembrance <strong>of</strong> my TARDIS to recall <strong>the</strong><br />
events we’ve been reviewing in <strong>the</strong> frankly impossible hope <strong>of</strong> somehow using my ship to alter <strong>the</strong> flow <strong>of</strong> our<br />
personal history. But you never learn, do you To change history takes tremendous power, even for a Time<br />
Lord. And just as you were <strong>the</strong>n, you’re not quite <strong>the</strong> Time Lord you used to be. You overestimated yourself.<br />
What…what…what…<br />
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That’s three whats in one sentence, which means I need to be quick. You’ve become lost in <strong>the</strong> memory,<br />
Master. You’ve forgotten who and where you are. And you’ve also become so deluded to your own strength<br />
that you’ve chosen <strong>the</strong> worst memory to recall.<br />
Why<br />
We are in a psychic field capable <strong>of</strong> recreating memories down <strong>the</strong> most exact detail! And your ancestor was<br />
caught up in a psychic maelstrom <strong>of</strong> all-consuming destruction. What do you think that re-created maelstrom<br />
will do to you now<br />
It…it…it is coming. Coming again! I feel it! No, no, NO!<br />
(<strong>The</strong> Master covers his eyes and disappears.)<br />
For once he’s ra<strong>the</strong>r sensible.<br />
(<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> closes his eyes and departs.)<br />
(All is silent as <strong>the</strong> past rests. But in <strong>the</strong> present…)<br />
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THE FINAL MEMORY<br />
THE TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM, 690 YEARS AFTER<br />
GALLIFREYIAN MEAN-TIME<br />
EXPULSION, RELATIVE TIME: 9TH JANUARY 2008<br />
‘DOCTOR DOCTOR, WAKE UP!’<br />
‘Sarah Jane No…’ he whispered, as he felt for his scarf and touched his cravat. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> opened his eyes and saw Mel crouched over him.<br />
‘Oh, thank heavens you’re all right. What happened’<br />
What happened <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> remembered. He leapt to his feet and tugged at <strong>the</strong> door<br />
handle. He was racing towards <strong>the</strong> doorway before <strong>the</strong>y had opened all <strong>the</strong> way; Mel herself<br />
barely slipped her very trim body through <strong>the</strong> space between <strong>the</strong> doors. Outside, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
answered Mel’s question as he pulled open Benton’s barn door.<br />
‘It’s <strong>the</strong> Master, Mel. He must have found us at this spatial-temporal location when<br />
he had access to <strong>the</strong> Matrix during my Trial. Somehow he infiltrated <strong>the</strong> TARDIS and tried<br />
to change my history by forcing me to re-live past memories. But he couldn’t handle <strong>the</strong><br />
psychic stress and had to withdraw his mind from <strong>the</strong> telepathic circuitry.’<br />
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Mel struggled to keep up as <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> raced around Hilsey Halt towards <strong>the</strong> rose<br />
gardens in <strong>the</strong> backyard. She called out.<br />
‘And that’s good, isn’t it’<br />
‘Of course!’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong>n why are we running’<br />
‘Because I know <strong>the</strong> Master and if his main plan has failed <strong>the</strong>n he’ll have invested in<br />
some insurance against me.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> raced to <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> a pool in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
gardens. Mel needed no explanation for why <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> had chosen to visit this spot: even<br />
in <strong>the</strong> freezing air, <strong>the</strong> pool’s water was unfrozen. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> continued to explain: ‘And<br />
that type <strong>of</strong> insurance usually involves hostages! Come on <strong>the</strong>n, into <strong>the</strong> breach!’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
jumped into <strong>the</strong> pool. Mel followed…<br />
…and emerged into <strong>the</strong> dark, shadow-stained, obsidian-walled Console Room <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Master’s TARDIS. <strong>The</strong> console’s central column was flashing with cobalt-blue light. <strong>The</strong><br />
cylinder was rising and falling and <strong>the</strong>re was a strange, <strong>of</strong>f-toned buzzing <strong>the</strong> room. <strong>The</strong><br />
black velvet figure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Master was sprawled upon <strong>the</strong> ink-black console. His body was<br />
fazing in and out <strong>of</strong> sight. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> hurried over to him to check his foe’s condition. A<br />
shift <strong>of</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t light caught Mel’s attention and along one wall she saw <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and Sarah<br />
Jane both standing motionless in a transparent cylinder. Inside <strong>the</strong> cell and around <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
bodies a strange, diffuse shadow undulated and churned. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> called out.<br />
‘Mel, <strong>the</strong>y’re trapped in a limbo atrophier! Just pull open <strong>the</strong> doors; it should break<br />
<strong>the</strong> vacuum.’<br />
Mel did as instructed and within moments she, Sarah Jane, and Sir Alistair were<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red near <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, who was still standing over <strong>the</strong> Master. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> explained to<br />
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<strong>the</strong>m what he had experienced inside his TARDIS’ Remembrance and guessed at what was<br />
happening now.<br />
‘In <strong>the</strong> past <strong>the</strong> release <strong>of</strong> Sutekh’s power caused a feedback which consumed <strong>the</strong><br />
Master. By recalling that moment he re-created an echo <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> energy consumption.’<br />
‘But why is he disappearing’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier asked.<br />
‘Clearly <strong>the</strong> Master was attacking me through an interface between our two<br />
TARDISes, but – and it’s a long story so don’t ask – this TARDIS is not <strong>the</strong> same ship he<br />
was using relative to 1976, and so it can’t recognise <strong>the</strong> psychic echo as a familiar part <strong>of</strong> its<br />
history.’<br />
‘I get it!’ Sarah Jane interjected. ‘It’s like a bad transplant – <strong>the</strong> ship is rejecting what<br />
it sees as a foreign organism.’<br />
‘Yes, and <strong>the</strong> Master is caught up in <strong>the</strong> expulsion. But come on; let’s go before he<br />
notices -’<br />
‘Too late, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master had arisen and was covering <strong>the</strong>m all with his TCE. Even as his body<br />
shimmered and unfocused, he chuckled.<br />
‘Even if I am cast into <strong>the</strong> Vortex, at least I shall see you all die.’ Suddenly <strong>the</strong><br />
Brigadier spoke.<br />
‘You know, every time I see you again you’re every bit as insufferable as before. So<br />
let’s make this <strong>the</strong> last time!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master exclaimed in surprise as <strong>the</strong> Brigadier lunged forward and crashed into<br />
him; <strong>the</strong> Time Lord had never expected a man <strong>of</strong> Lethbridge-Stewart’s advancing age to<br />
charge him. <strong>The</strong> two men fell back upon <strong>the</strong> console.<br />
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‘Ever reliable, Brigadier!’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> shouted before he leapt to <strong>the</strong> side, narrowly<br />
avoided a stray energy beam from <strong>the</strong> TCE. <strong>The</strong>n both Mel and Sarah Jane had grabbed <strong>the</strong><br />
Master’s hand and, with <strong>the</strong> Brigadier’s lending a strong hand upon <strong>the</strong> Master’s wrist, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
pried <strong>the</strong> weapon from his grip. <strong>The</strong> two women glanced at each o<strong>the</strong>r for a moment,<br />
nodded, and toge<strong>the</strong>r fired <strong>the</strong> weapon at <strong>the</strong> console. <strong>The</strong> Master shouted in rage and<br />
horror as <strong>the</strong> central column smoked and sparked. <strong>The</strong>n he barked in pain as his body faded<br />
so far gone he slipped through Lethbridge-Stewart’s arms. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> and <strong>the</strong> Brigadier<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>red Mel and Sarah Jane and <strong>the</strong>y backed away from <strong>the</strong> console. <strong>The</strong> Master returned<br />
into view and scrabbled at <strong>the</strong> controls, muttering: ‘Must it always be <strong>the</strong> women…’ <strong>The</strong>n<br />
<strong>the</strong> Time Lord howled once more and faded completely view in a swirl <strong>of</strong> fiery colours and<br />
winds. <strong>The</strong> TARDIS’ engines began to rumble and stutter like a metallic monster grinding its<br />
gears to chunky shreds. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> shouted.<br />
‘Everyone outside, now!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> four hurried through <strong>the</strong> open doorway and clambered up through <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fauxwater<br />
surface. Barely moments later <strong>the</strong> Master’s TARDIS shook and rumbled in <strong>the</strong><br />
ground, before disappearing in a bright flash <strong>of</strong> lightning and a clap <strong>of</strong> thunder, leaving<br />
behind an ordinary garden pool frozen over in <strong>the</strong> winter air. Mel asked:<br />
‘Is <strong>the</strong> Master dead’<br />
‘I very much doubt it,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> replied. ‘But wherever he’s been sent to I doubt<br />
even more he’ll like it. TARDIS expulsion systems aren’t known for <strong>the</strong>ir sympa<strong>the</strong>tic<br />
disembarkations. Still, he’ll survive. He always does.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> glanced at his female<br />
companions. ‘His ship won’t fare much better, I imagine, thanks to your joint efforts <strong>of</strong><br />
impromptu sabotage.’ Sarah Jane smiled.<br />
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‘You know what life in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS teaches us, <strong>Doctor</strong>: Action counts in <strong>the</strong><br />
moment it comes, especially against <strong>the</strong> Master.’<br />
‘Quite right,’ <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> beamed. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier cleared his throat.<br />
‘Yes, well, I think we’ve all had quite enough nostalgia for one day. Moreover, we are<br />
still guests in Mr. Benton’s home. Shall we return’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> gestured cheerfully towards Hilsey Halt. ‘Lead <strong>the</strong> way, my good man!’<br />
As <strong>the</strong> foursome returned towards <strong>the</strong> home through <strong>the</strong> crisp, cool air, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong><br />
felt <strong>the</strong> warmth <strong>of</strong> knowing he had <strong>the</strong> joy <strong>of</strong> remembering many happy returns with his<br />
friends, even as he remembered one particular reunion…<br />
INSIDE THE TARDIS, 514 YEARS AFTER GALLIFREYIAN MEAN-TIME EXPULSION,<br />
WHERE ZEROES HAVE PLACE AND SPACE<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had been hiding in <strong>the</strong> darkness for what seemed an immeasurable moment when <strong>the</strong><br />
lights brightened and great door swung open. In strode <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, as nonchalant as if he<br />
were searching for a pair <strong>of</strong> boots. He noticed his friends. <strong>The</strong>y all - except Yates, who<br />
remained seated against <strong>the</strong> wall - stood and greeted him with a chorus <strong>of</strong> questions and a<br />
shower <strong>of</strong> gratitude. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> blinked frowned.<br />
‘Do you realise how much damage <strong>the</strong>re is to <strong>the</strong> Console Room It’ll take me ages<br />
to repair it. I may have to find ano<strong>the</strong>r means to pilot <strong>the</strong> ship. And ano<strong>the</strong>r thing, collective<br />
outbursts and emotions are <strong>of</strong>ten a sign <strong>of</strong> mass hysteria. Plenty <strong>of</strong> rest and relaxation is <strong>the</strong><br />
best remedy.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> turned and stared at Yates. Benton noticed <strong>the</strong> scrutiny.<br />
‘He’s been that way since we got in here, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
‘What’s wrong with him’<br />
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Harry answered.<br />
‘It’s difficult to say, old boy. He showed us this place and <strong>the</strong>n he just sort <strong>of</strong><br />
dropped into this trance. I can’t say I know what to make <strong>of</strong> it.’<br />
‘Well, he has been through a hefty bundle <strong>of</strong> mental stress and mind trauma over <strong>the</strong><br />
past few years, and this most recent excursion certainly hasn’t helped to steady him. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
may be some lingering effects on his memory: short-terms losses, that sort <strong>of</strong> thing.’ <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Doctor</strong> turned to Lethbridge-Stewart. ‘If I were you, Alistair, I’d suggest to <strong>the</strong> Lieutenant<br />
Colonel an extended leave <strong>of</strong> absence to sort out his problems. Maybe try a psychologist!<br />
Now <strong>the</strong>re’s an idea! We could all go on holiday to Vienna in <strong>the</strong> nineteenth century!’<br />
‘As much as that sounds appealing, <strong>Doctor</strong>, we have much to attend in our time, <strong>the</strong><br />
displaced South Bend personnel for a start. Assuming <strong>the</strong>y’ve been cured <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir Primordial<br />
ills, <strong>of</strong> course.’<br />
‘Oh, <strong>of</strong> course, <strong>the</strong>y have Brigadier! But you needn’t worry about that; I’ve already<br />
contacted our Reptilian Duality friends to ferry those people back to UNIT Command - but<br />
don’t worry! <strong>The</strong>y know to be discreet.’ <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> leaned close to <strong>the</strong> Brigadier and spoke<br />
in his ear, but loud enough so all could hear. ‘You realise Ichtar and Decrix are hoping to<br />
open peaceful communications with your lot. You may have a new era <strong>of</strong> peace and<br />
advancement on your hands. What do you say’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier smiled. ‘I think that holiday is sounding ra<strong>the</strong>r appealing, <strong>Doctor</strong>.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> cracked a vast grin and he gestured towards <strong>the</strong> doorway. Benton and<br />
Harry helped Yates to his feet, and <strong>the</strong> three friends exited first. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>, <strong>the</strong> Brigadier,<br />
and Sarah Jane followed. A short time later <strong>the</strong>y were back in <strong>the</strong> Console Room. <strong>The</strong><br />
roundels were burnt through and gaping; <strong>the</strong> white walls were singed and blackened with<br />
streaks <strong>of</strong> soot; <strong>the</strong> floor was melted and warped; and <strong>the</strong> console was strewn with tangles <strong>of</strong><br />
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wires streaming from blown-out panels. As <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> grumbled something about<br />
regenerating architectural mass and carefully handled <strong>the</strong> few un-fused buttons and switches,<br />
Sarah Jane stood beside him.<br />
‘Aren’t we going to do something about Dagon, <strong>Doctor</strong> I mean, you said his<br />
remains are still <strong>the</strong>re beneath Atlantis.’<br />
‘Well, with <strong>the</strong> piping system dissolved and Dagon’s blood has dispersed into <strong>the</strong><br />
Void, so <strong>the</strong>re’s really <strong>the</strong> remains are just that now. If <strong>the</strong>y were ever even <strong>the</strong>re.’<br />
‘And <strong>the</strong> Master Should we ask <strong>the</strong> Reptiles to be on <strong>the</strong> lookout for him In his<br />
condition he can’t have got from Atlantis yet.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> continued to hunch over <strong>the</strong> console when she asked <strong>the</strong> question, but<br />
Sarah Jane was almost certain he seemed to sigh for a moment. When he spoke, <strong>the</strong>re was a<br />
strange quality to his voice, as if he were feeling some powerful emotion but was unsure <strong>of</strong><br />
what it was.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Master…is no longer our concern. So we can put any thoughts about him to<br />
pasture. So let’s find some brighter horizons!’<br />
As his friends each wondered if and exactly when <strong>the</strong>y would actually reach <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
destination, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> pulled <strong>the</strong> dematerialisation lever and <strong>the</strong> TARDIS, carrying <strong>the</strong> best<br />
<strong>of</strong> friends, spun <strong>of</strong>f into <strong>the</strong> bright, cleansed light <strong>of</strong> time and space.<br />
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THE DYING MEMORY<br />
THERE WAS A HAZE OF SCREAMS DESCENDING ALL AROUND HIM. AFTER A GREAT LENgth<br />
<strong>of</strong> unending moments he realised <strong>the</strong> screams were his own. All he could do was scream,<br />
wri<strong>the</strong>, shake, howl, convulse, shudder, gnash, screech, moan. All else was pain, pure and<br />
uncomplicated torment. <strong>The</strong> torture filled him, penetrated his awareness, maintained his<br />
consciousness, awakened his memory. He remembers falling into <strong>the</strong> molten cauldron. He<br />
remembers <strong>the</strong> obsidian obelisk falling above him. He remembers reaching out to touch <strong>the</strong><br />
darkness. He remembers <strong>the</strong> explosion within his body. He remembers <strong>the</strong> choice he<br />
made…<br />
<strong>The</strong> Master stands upon <strong>the</strong> shoreline. His recalled TARDIS sits ready and open beside him. He<br />
looks up and sees <strong>the</strong> stars shimmering through <strong>the</strong> soupy clouds above him; he looks down and sees <strong>the</strong> pit<br />
brimming with darkness gape wide below him. <strong>The</strong>re is an escape in <strong>the</strong> stars; <strong>the</strong>re is <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> in <strong>the</strong> pit.<br />
<strong>The</strong> clouds above cover <strong>the</strong> stars; <strong>the</strong>ir light wink out. <strong>The</strong> Master enters his TARDIS and descends.<br />
Later, locked in <strong>the</strong> grip <strong>of</strong> agony upon <strong>the</strong> floor <strong>of</strong> his Ship, <strong>the</strong> Master forced his mind<br />
through <strong>the</strong> crushing grasp <strong>of</strong> physical weakness and cursed <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>’s name and knew<br />
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that even if he had known <strong>the</strong> consequences <strong>of</strong> his choice he would still have chosen <strong>the</strong><br />
darkness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pit. He would always choose <strong>the</strong> darkness if only to see <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> die. And<br />
now <strong>the</strong>re will be no more plots, no more schemes, no more feints, <strong>Doctor</strong>! <strong>The</strong> next time we meet will be <strong>the</strong><br />
last <strong>of</strong>fence! <strong>The</strong> next time I see you, even if I die, you will fall before me! For my hate, I swear it!<br />
He pulled back his lips. Cool, wet blood flowed black into his throat, upon his<br />
tongue. Quick breath passed through his mouth. His chest rose and fell in rapid jerks. His<br />
eyes stared above, wide and unblinking. His thoughts licked fire through his raw mind.<br />
For hate, <strong>Doctor</strong>! For hate! For –<br />
‘HATE! <strong>Doctor</strong> -’<br />
<strong>The</strong>n his voice broke and collapsed. His breath stopped. His hearts paused. His<br />
blood chilled. His mind ceased. Something rustled within him, <strong>the</strong>n silenced. All was quiet<br />
and still, except for <strong>the</strong> Master’s blood, flowing free through his open wounds.<br />
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