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Sunday 13 December 2009

Doctor Who - The Virus in Time Part 2




Part 2

The bohemian looking man walked hastily down the busy street of Paris, his companion not too far behind. He was dressed in a long light grey coloured coat, a floppy black hat, matching baggy grey trousers, a cream and brown waistcoat and an open-necked shirt. The most striking part of his eccentric outfit was a huge scarf looped around his neck several times.
"At least we helped Professor Chronotis to return the book." said the girl chasing after the man. The young looking girl was dressed in an old style sailor suit with a simple blue hat, however her age belied her looks. Romana put her hand on top of her head, holding her hat, as she chased after the man known as the Fourth Doctor.
"Yes we did and got the chance to see Oxford, so what better place to visit next than here. A second chance to see those works of art, those masterpieces." said the Fourth Doctor. "Do you remember the last time we were here? Duggan was saving humanity." He continued as he moved along the street.
"Largely thanks to us, don't forget Doctor." his companion replied catching her breath.
"Well it wasn't really us Romana, I never admitted that."
"Why did you let him take all the credit then Doctor?" asked Romana looking around trying to spot somewhere familiar.
"Why?" The Fourth Doctor stopped to ponder, "Because we were not supposed to interfere and most importantly, we were on holiday." He smiled more to himself than anyone.
"Of course you're right." Romana too had stopped looking, "Shall we have lunch?"
"Indeed, I seem to have built up quite an appetite. This way, I think." The Fourth Doctor pointed towards an alleyway, and then went off in another direction.
Having spent more than half an hour trying to satisfy the Fourth Doctor’s likes and dislikes, the two Time Lords stopped at a small bistro not far from the Louvre.
"Ah Paris. Almost one of my favorite places." The Fourth Doctor pulled out a bag of jelly babies, whilst Romana was reading a newspaper.
"Look at this Doctor, I think we've missed something." Romana was pointing to an article on one of the pages. The heading read 'New Leonardo da Vinci painting found. Grand unveiling at the Louvre today'.
"That's impossible! I was there when Leonardo painted his finest pieces, I would have known!" The Fourth Doctor was checking his waistcoat in search for something. "What time did you say the unveiling was?"
"I didn't, but it's to take place at 2.30 p.m." said Romana.
The Doctor produced a pocket watch and checked the time.
"An hour from now, I must see it, just for my own curiosity. Come on or we will be late." The Fourth Doctor stood up and headed out of the bistro and began to walk down a street leaving Romana to pay for the meal and to chase after him.

A black cat moved slowly towards a discarded bit of food.  Just as it was about to pounce, a strange sound made it realise that this was not the place to stay, and rightly so, as the Tardis materialised at the back of the Louvre. The Fourth Doctor and Romana made their way towards a small crowd of people waiting to gain entry to see the new painting. The crowd moved in, allowing the Fourth Doctor unceremoniously to head to the front, whilst Romana offered polite excuses to the people behind them. The crowd stopped at a small alcove surrounded by security guards, ropes and a few selected press people. A smallish bald frenchman dressed in a dark navy suit and white shirt and black tie, nervously looked over the rim of his glasses checking his notes before clearing his voice. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, as newly appointed Director of the Louvre, may I present the new Leonardo da Vinci painting, found in the Mansion of the late Count Scarloni."
"What!" the Fourth Doctor interrupted the man. "That's impossible unless, there must have been another secret room."    
The man momentarily paused, looking over the rim of his glasses directly at the Fourth Doctor.
"Err as I was saying, I am privileged to unveil Leonardo da Vinci's Lost in Time." The man pulled a cord revealing the picture allowing photographers to click frantically and the Fourth Doctor to stare wide eyed towards the image.
"Looks very familiar," said Romana examining a painting of the Fourth Doctor asleep in a huge chair.
"Why! How dare he paint me whilst I was asleep." shouted the Fourth Doctor, straining for a better look. The comment caused the Director to look first at the picture, then at the Fourth Doctor, then the picture again. The Director stared before realising that the man talking was the man in the picture, but how? Before he could regain his composure, Romana turned to the Fourth Doctor and whispered.
"I think a hasty retreat is required, Doctor."
"Em, yes, for once I agree." The Fourth Doctor smiled, doffed his hat and quickly moved away towards the doors, leaving the Director and everyone around very, very puzzled.
As the two Timelords neared the Tardis, a sound made the Fourth Doctor stop and take out his pocket watch out.
"Why is your pocket watch making that strange sound. What is it for Doctor?" Asked Romana.
"It means we must enter the Tardis through the emergency doorway around the back." The Fourth Doctor was as puzzled as Romana, and yet at the same time looked most concerned. As they entered the Tardis, the Fourth Doctor walked carefully into the control room checking around.
"What are you looking for Doctor?" Romana was starting for the main doors.
"Wait! Come away from there this instant!" shouted the Fourth Doctor.
"Why, I cannot see anything wrong here." Romana was standing her ground.
"Not unless you want to be ex, as in ex-Time Lord." The Fourth Doctor was reading a scanner at the same time operating controls on one of the panels. Just then another sound filled the control room stopping the Fourth Doctor for a second time.
"Now that is very old and very odd. I can see why. But can we actually do this? Of course we can. But where is it? Ah yes, that will do." The Fourth Doctor was talking almost to the control panel.
  "Doctor, what are you talking about and where are you going to now?" Romana had begun to look over the Fourth Doctors' shoulder.
"To one room in the Tardis I never thought we would be allowed in. And no, you can't come with me, and no, I can't explain." The Fourth Doctor led Romana back towards the corridor and stopped at a doorway.
"Stay here. I'll be back after I talk to the others. The MANTA room, you know." The Fourth Doctor began to enter the darkened doorway.
"What?" Said Romana.
"MAtrix Network Temporal Access room, its in all Tardis. You should know that Romana. Don't they teach you anything these days? Back soon." The Fourth Doctor smiled like a Cheshire cat, and then almost vanished as he entered the corridor. At the end of the corridor he moved into small room to be greeted by 2 more of his other selves.

The bottom half of a body dressed in a pair of yellow and black striped trousers was sticking out of one of the Tardis's many cupboards. It appeared that someone was rummaging through, intent on finding one particular object. Standing next to him, was a woman dressed in a colourful knee length pair of shorts and tartan blouse. She had an oval face, shoulder length hair in her mid-20s, munching on an apple, waiting for an opportunity to interrupt the muttering coming from the cupboard.
"Set for what?" asks Peri, her American voice rising over the noise.
"Aha!" The Sixth incarnation of the Doctor emerged from the cupboard holding a large umbrella, fishing rod and a multi coloured fishing box, to match his brightly coloured waistcoat. "We're all set for a quiet day's relaxing."
"Boring me with a day of boring fishing." Peri took another bite of her apple.
"Boring! Boring! This happens to be one of my favourite pastimes, apart from saving the err, universe." The Sixth Doctor was now getting ready to enjoy his day to the full.
"Well, what about cricket, you used to be good at that or so you told me." Peri was desperate not to go fishing and was trying hard to put other ideas into the Sixth Doctor's mind.
"Oh is that what he err, I err, he said did he?" The Sixth Doctor was searching for yet more fishing gear.
Peri stopped for a moment allowing the last sentence to sink in, before tackling the Sixth Doctor again.
"But Doctor, he is, err was you!"
The Sixth Doctor stopped completely what he was doing and looked at his companion.
  "Peri, he was a young meddler, who had no right to be me." He returned to his rummaging "Ah, found them!"  
The Sixth Doctor pulled out from the cupboard a pair of bright, red waders with multi coloured question marks covering them. He dusted them down and picked up all the fishing gear.
"You're not really going to wear them!" Peri was staring aghast at the waders.
"I most certainly am." stated the Sixth Doctor.
"Well I only hope the fish are colour blind!" The hurt look on the Sixth Doctor's face told Peri that no further argument was forthcoming. Picking up all the fishing gear the Sixth Doctor turned and headed towards the console room, with Peri following closely behind. As they rounded yet another corner, a sound began to emit from the Sixth Doctor's waistcoat.
"Doctor what's that noise?" Asked Peri.
"Oh no, not now! Of all the rotten luck." A look of disappointment crossed the face of the Sixth Doctor as he dropped all of his fishing gear.
"What's happening Doctor, forget an appointment?" Peri hoped that this meant a lucky break from this fishing trip.
"I'm not sure, it does not sound very often like that. It can only mean one thing." The Sixth Doctor was holding a gold pocket watch in one hand and looking down at his gear.
"Goodbye Pandatorean conger. Come on Peri this way!"
The Sixth Doctor led Peri to a section of the Tardis, which she had not seen before. He stopped at a roundel on the wall and pressed in the centre of the roundel with his right hand. A small hum echoed from down a corridor and in the wall opposite a door flickered into existence. The Sixth Doctor moved swiftly into an old style room and began to check controls, as Peri looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. The room looked Victorian in its appearance, some what old fashioned with wooden panels all around. In the centre stood a wooden console with 6 sides. The Sixth Doctor moved to towards the console and started to check a screen. 
"Right Peri, I want you to stay here for a moment. I'll be back as soon as the conference is over." Pressing more buttons, the Sixth Doctor peered at one more screen.
"Conference? With whom? Where will this take place?"
"With? Oh old friends. Of sorts, well what ever." The Sixth Doctor moved towards the door, sighed heavily and pushed it open. Peri shielded her eyes from the blue glow, which appeared to come from the room beyond. Just before the door closed, Peri thought she could hear several raised voices.

Each Tardis was much more then a time ship, for they all had a connection to the Time Lords Amplified Panatropic Computer Network. This allowed the Matrix to record all the events that happened to any Time Lord. It was well known that the Matrix was in effect a full history of time and could predict future events.  Deep within the depths of each Tardis was a 13 sided room called the MANTA, that at times of galactic crises allowed a Time Lord to directly interface with the matrix and their other incarnations. 
The principle of time travel for the Tardis was almost a simple equation, but add so many incarnations of the Doctor and even the Tardis felt the strain. However not all of the segments were occupied. Only five contained a Timelord, the rest appeared dark.

"Well, well, well looks like another one of us has arrived, a jester if I'm not mistaken." said the Third Doctor pointing at the Sixth Doctor's multi coloured coat.
"At least I don't look like a Gallifreyan sage bat!" retorted the Sixth mimicking the flapping action of the Third Doctor's cloak.
"I see that some of you others have made the trip down here. Hello, it must be serious if he is here." The Sixth Doctor pointed at the flippant figure at the Fifth incarnation,
"Not much room left in that time segment, I do hope you're not too uncomfortable, we could always tell you what we have found afterwards." taunted the Fifth Doctor. 
The five incarnations of the Doctor slowly eyed each other. 
  "I believe it's in all our interests if we stop bickering and pay attention, so we may leave this place to go our separate ways." The Seventh Doctor's voice became much deeper as he spoke.
"Some of us may need to keep our body a little fitter, if we are to survive this, whatever it is." The Fifth Doctor stared directly at the Sixth Doctor.
"Well at least it's better being built for comfort, stature and power, than for running around a cricket pitch drinking, gallons of tea. On second thoughts the tea I could manage." The Sixth Doctor rose to his full height and pulled his frame in, trying to give a slightly more athletic look.
"We really haven't got time for this, dear chaps, we are limited you know!" said the Third Doctor.
"If you two have not yet focused correctly, we are a number of us missing and thats probably adding to whatever is the problem." At this point the Fifth and Sixth Doctors looked to where the Seventh’s umbrella was directed. All of the remaining time streams that should have been occupied were darkened, so not even the light of the other streams could fall into them.
"It seems that we all have to pull our weight " the Seventh Doctor spoke quietly “and our combined knowledge, to rescue them, ourselves, and anybody else who is caught up in this."          
"Well since you called us all together, maybe you should explain what's been happening to us." the Third Doctor looked directly at the Seventh Doctor, while the others fidgeted almost nervously.
"It appears that the fabric of the Tardis has begun to dissolve, somewhere around the main door. It's also affecting the main chameleon circuits, not that they have ever really worked. My brief studies point to almost an infection within the main dematerialization circuit. How far has this problem spread to you others?" The Third Doctor began to write down some notes in symbolic form.
"I believe that at present the damage is only located in one area, however all the evidence points to the problem starting from Gallifrey itself." The other Doctors looked at the Third Doctor expecting some solution.
"That's why" he continued, " I had to break the First Law of Time and force theTardis to use the MANTA room."
"You do realise the chance that we're all taking by coming here. What if the Matrix itself reports this? They'll have us back in no time." said the Fourth Doctor.
"You forget that some of this has already happened. We are all at different time points and you now see what has occurred for future regeneration's." said the Seventh Doctor.
"It makes me uneasy, all of us this meeting like this. What if you said to me watch out for something." said the Sixth Doctor to the Seventh Doctor.
"But he can't that's the point" said the Third Doctor "no more than I could tell him anything" pointing now at the Fourth Doctor.
"The Matrix will block any knowledge it thinks will change our future or our history. Besides I should really not be here." said the Third Doctor looking down at his console.
"Anyway we have gone through this once before. You look a bit older." remarked the Fifth Doctor.
"Yes thank you for stating the obvious." the Third Doctor frowned "I was just taking Sarah Jane out for an anniversary trip you know."
"How is Sarah Jane, by the way" asked the Fourth Doctor
"Well I don't..." At that moment a circuit activated, sounding a soft chime from the console in front of the Third Doctor.
"It seems that things may have to be held over for a while, I or rather we" the Third Doctor was reading his screen " have been recalled by the Lord President, no less."
"How can we all go back? Surely that would cause you," the Sixth Doctor said pointing to the Third Doctor "or us to break the First Law of Time."
        "Not according to this message. It seems to indicate that if you, err number 7, set co-ordinates for Gallifrey in your time stream version of the Tardis, we can use it as a beacon." The Third Doctor looked up from his screen.
"How will that help us?" asked the Fifth.
  "Well, since Gallifrey is in his time" pointing to the Seventh Doctor  "once landed, I will materialise first, then you number 4 and so on." The Third Doctor realised not all was clear. "Well, just set the co-ordinates for Gallifrey and let the Tardis do the rest. At least the old girl knows what to do." The rest nodded in agreement.
"Wait a minute, can we move around Gallifrey once the first of us has landed, in case of any interesting finds?" The Fourth Doctor said in between eating from a white paper bag.
"I suppose so, once on Gallifrey we are in his " again pointing to the Seventh Doctor "time stream, our future. Just don't get stuck like last time. We must all get home this time." concluded the Third Doctor.
"Well, what ever has happened, I am sure that the Master has a part in it. That black penny always appears." said the Fifth Doctor.
"For once, I tend to agree." the Sixth Doctor pointed to his bickering prior version.
"Well I will see me on Gallifrey in no time at all. Good day." 
With that the Seventh Doctor turned and headed back to his Tardis as did all the other Doctors.   

Another version of the Doctor entered one of the time frames in the room. He was tall, brown haired, young looking and dressed in a long flowing brown victorian coat, a brown silk looking waistcoat, brown trousers, a white high-collared shirt with a brown cravat. The Eighth Doctor studied the console for a few moments.
“Now I understand. I have to get there first else no one will be able to land. My goodness. According to my notes the breakdown of the Tardis will accelerate if I don’t land first.” The Eighth Doctor looked around realising he was alone and once more talking to himself. 
“I have to be quick, the first of my selves will start to land in moments.” The Eighth Doctor started to run from the MANTA room back into the Tardis. 
The sound that greeted him caused deep concern. The cloister bell was echoing from within the bowls of the Tardis. The Eighth Doctor started to throw switches on the console trying to keep ahead of his others. Suddenly the Tardis lurched throwing the Eighth Doctor to the floor. An explosion of sparks made the console room fill with smoke.
The Eighth Doctor managed to stand up looking around as the room began to break up. 
“The only way to save us now is to scramble everything. If I can dematerialise 1 second ahead that will hold up everyone else. Then I can force the others to land in reverse and that might just slow down whatever this problem is.” The Eighth Doctor turned a couple of dials and held onto a brass lever.
“Now or never old girl, now or never.” The Eighth Doctor pushed the brass lever forward and the Tardis groaned against the dematerialization, shaking like it was about to break apart.


Saturday 5 December 2009

Doctor Who - The Virus in Time Part 1






Part 1

For anyone looking, the sight of an old blue police box drifting slowly through space was rare indeed. As the strange small box moved, space around it seemed to bend. For such a small and unimposing box, it contained amazing surprises.
The darkened room beckoned the figure to enter, not by ordinary means but through a higher sense; one of danger. The figure was dressed very much like that of an old style music hall entertainer, wearing a dark blue jacket, a jumper having a pattern of questions marks, a white shirt and tartan trousers.  The Seventh incarnation of the Timelord known as the Doctor, moved cautiously into the old Tardis control room, noting the soft sound in the background. 
"Strange, very strange. I've not heard that sound for quite a while. I suppose I've to check things myself, no one else around."
The Seventh Doctor moved around the main control panels, checking various systems muttering, aware of the cloister bell's deep chime. A set of symbols on one screen stopped the Seventh Doctor in his tracks. He stared at the Tardis main door, part of which was beginning to become transparent; the vortex of space could be clearly seen. Quickly the Seventh Doctor moved, hitting a switch on the console activating a force field just before a hole appeared in the door, causing a minor explosion. The creases in his brow deepened as the Seventh Doctor continued to view the displays on the screen. Promptly he turned and headed out of the control room along a dimly lit corridor, stopping at a partly open door.  Looking in at the dusty old room, he began to talk to himself.
  "I think it’s time." The Seventh Doctor gazed at the panel.

      "To return you for repairs." The tall white haired man suddenly stopped. His clothes gave the appearance of a dandy, dressed in an elegant black jacket, white ruffled shirt and smart black trousers. Around his shoulders was draped a long black cloak. The Third Doctor had stopped at the doorway causing his dark haired female companion to walk into him. In her mid 40‘s, Sarah Jane Smith had travelled many times with the Doctor but this was supposed to be something special. The Third Doctor had appeared as usual, out of nowhere, and had almost ordered her into the Tardis. Sarah Jane had time to grab a leather jacket before the familiar sounds began.
"Fine anniversary trip this turns out to be. I would have thought you'd have been given a new Tardis by now" said Sarah. "What's wrong with it this time Doctor?"
    "Wait a minute, what am I doing here?" The Third Doctor continued talking, more to himself than anyone else.
   "You went into a trance, looked at the door and suddenly said follow me, then promptly headed down the corridor, and stopped outside this room. Oh this room." Sarah Jane peered into a dusty Victorian styled chamber.
The Third Doctor regained his senses before Sarah Jane could probe him further about the old room.
"The door! Of course! Did I set the barrier before we left? Sarah Jane come inside at once and don't argue."  The Third Doctor pressed a series of buttons, the result of which increased the light, and the control room to buzz.
"That's better. Now the force field's in place, we'll be safe here for the time being. Now about those repairs." The Third Doctor seemed to have regained his normal composure.
"Where are we going to take the Tardis for repairs then? You can't very well take it down to the local garage." Sarah Jane smiled at the Third Doctor. 
"Wait and see, I'll need to check some controls first." He replied. With that, the Third Doctor began to quickly check various control panels becoming more worried by what he found. After one last check the Third Doctor moved to a roundel, opened it and pressed his hand against a pad. Sarah Jane turned at the sound of a door creaking open from across the room not seen before.
"Well, Sarah Jane the problem is that something or someone is attempting to alter time. At least that's what the scanners tell me."  The Third Doctor was still fiddling inside the roundel.
"Oh you haven't broken that Blonlitchavity rule have you Doctor? Doctor?"  Sarah Jane was now becoming quite concerned.
      "Blinovitch limitation effect, no. However I am outside my time stream and the Tardis, being a multi dimensional ship, is still being used by my other selves." The Tardis shuddered slightly as the Third Doctor moved away from the roundel.
"Hang on old girl". he said, patting the wall.
"I'll try Doctor." Said Sarah Jane, not noticing what he had done.
      "Not you Sarah Jane, I was talking to the Tardis." The Third Doctor moved across the room to look through doorway that had just opened.
"Oh, thank you." She replied.
"Now let me finish. You see the Tardis is connected to a computer on my home planet, Gallifrey, called the Matrix. It monitors time and relationships between all Timelords and their Tardis', no matter where they happen to be." he explained.
"I still don't think I'll ever get use to time travel Doctor." Replied Sarah Jane, leaning back against one of the rails.    
"Wait here, I won't be too long. Have to consult with some people I may know." The Third Doctor's voice echoed as he disappeared down the dimly lit corridor leaving Sarah Jane to ponder the future. The Third Doctor emerged in a small dimly lit room, which had a control panel looking out into the dark.
  "No-one else here yet, time I called them." The Third Doctor placed his hands onto two black pads and closes his eyes.

        An attractive dark-haired petite young woman in her mid 20‘s walked down a corridor of the Tardis, running her hand along its white walls.
"Where are you now Doctor?" inquired the figure.
  "In here." The reply came from a room further down the corridor. 
Nyssa entered a large room, which resembled a library, with books everywhere, and saw a tall youngish man dressed in cricket whites. The Fifth Doctor was sitting on stool next to a large wooden lectern, shaped like an eagle with its wings unfolded.
  "Is there a problem Nyssa? I'm just trying to study this chapter before we have to leave." The Fifth Doctor said without looking up.
"Oh nothing really. With the Tardis landed I hoped we could go and investigate. After all you did say this trip was for my benefit. On Terminus, after you had gone, I never thought you'd return. It's so good of you to visit me again, but are we really allowed do this?" asked Nyssa browsing along a dusty line of books.
"Yes, well it's best we don't go into that, just think of this as a holiday and where better to be, than The Eye of Orion." replied the Fifth Doctor.
"It's one of the few places I can relax and know the Master isn't around to cause trouble." He looked up to see Nyssa staring blankly into the room.
"Sorry Nyssa I sometimes forget events too quickly".
"It's not your fault Doctor, I don't think I will ever forget what he has done..." Nyssa's voice trailed off as she thought of her lost home and family.
        "Wait, I'll show you what the Eye of Orion looks like, it's here somewhere. Ah there it is, watch." The Fifth Doctor opened the head of the Eagle to reveal a small control panel. After pressing several of the controls a holographic image of the outside world appeared. The image showed a place very much like parts of Earth, with wide open green spaces, yet with strange granite boulders dotted around.
  "There you are, that's what it's like right now, raining just like on Earth." The Doctor paused, "Now I come to mention it, England for that matter during the cricket season. Sorry Nyssa I'm wandering again." 
"What are you reading anyway Doctor?" Nyssa tried to change the subject and be inquisitive.
"Transdimensional Mechanics and Their Relationship With The Theory of Time Travel in An Infinite Universe, volume 27." Nyssa just looked at the Doctor waiting for more. "Well you did ask!" replied the Fifth Doctor.
"Are there any books on the history of Gallifrey?" Nyssa was staring deep into the holographic image.
"Yes, over there on the far wall I think." The Fifth Doctor became engrossed in his book again and pointed back at the doorway rather than the wall. Nyssa smiled, and walked towards the wall of books. One of the books made Nyssa stop, her curiosity took over as she took the strange book from the shelf.
"Doctor, is cricket on Gallifrey the same as on Earth?"
The Fifth Doctor looked up from his studies, frowning ever so slightly.
"Bring that over here." he replied. Nyssa walked back across the room eager to hear the full story. The Fifth Doctor took hold of the book, it's cover worn and battered, and found an inscription inside.

  To the Doctor.
A splendid 400 not out. 
   W.G. Grace. 

“Well I knew I hadn’t left this behind!" The Fifth Doctor began to read his old cricket scores unaware of what Nyssa was now looking at.
"Doctor I think you should look at the picture" Nyssa's voice sounded worried.
"What has the rain stopped or...Oh. now why is he back again? Unless…..." 
The image had gained a new feature, that of a white haired man dressed like a dandy wearing a long black cloak. In his right hand was dangling a gold gentleman's pocket watch attached to a gold chain. The Fifth Doctor dropped his book and started to move toward the door stopping for a brief moment to close his eyes.
"Quickly Nyssa follow me and do exactly as I tell you!" the Fifth Doctor shouted half out of the door. Nyssa ran to keep up with him, not wishing to lose herself in the maze of corridors. The Fifth Doctor reached the control room only to find part of the Tardis' main door was losing its form. Moving with speed, he pressed various buttons on the consoles, while checking screens all the time. Nyssa arrived sensing that the Fifth Doctor had lost his normal calm and was desperate to change the situation.
"Nyssa, stay in the doorway, don't come any further!" The Fifth Doctor pressed two more buttons and then began to retreat.
"Doctor, the doors, look they're, they're…….." Nyssa could hardly believe what she was seeing.
"Yes Nyssa I know, I've put a transduction field across the console room, so we should be safe. Now follow me quickly." the Fifth Doctor looked very worried as they moved to another door in the corridor.
"But what's happening to it?" Nyssa wished the Doctor would stop for a moment and explain.
"Something's eating the fabric of the Tardis, causing it to dissolve. Come on in here". The Fifth Doctor led Nyssa into a wood panelled room with a central console and began to check one of the screens.
"There, that seems to have halted it for a while, now I must get to the others. Nyssa I want you to stay here and monitor the screen, if it gets any worse press this button." The Fifth Doctor pointed at a blue button on one of the panels.
"Doctor, who was that man in the holograph in the library?"
"No time to explain now, I've got to get to the MANTA ". The Fifth Doctor was making for another door that had just opened.
"The MANTA?" Nyssa watched the Fifth Doctor disappear through the doorway, wondering what they were venturing into.

The Seventh Doctor turned as he heard a sound behind him.
"Ah! My time to visit is almost near, it's time I found that room."
As the Seventh Doctor left the control room, the ghostly figure of a white haired old man appeared in the control room. He was dressed in black frock-coat, wing-collared shirt, black tie, cream and brown checked trousers. The man known as the First Doctor was clawing the air around him, trying to say something to the Seventh Doctor, his face in pain before his body suddenly fragmented into nothing. 

.......

My reason for writing

Well dear reader
the time has come.
To publish something
I have been working on.

Many many years ago,
I started to write on something I know.
Now I feel it is right
For my great work to see the light.

Ok dear reader well you may be asking what is he going on about. Well here is the story.

In 1989 there started a void in television. There was a rumour of a come back just before a 30th anniversary way back in the 90's. At that time I was talking to a good friend about Doctor Who and the rumoured come back it was about to make. This was before the new series and the film.
Well I made this rash comment that I could write something better than what was planned.  I wrote the outline of a story really an outline about 12 lines long.

Well cutting a very long story (over 15years worth) into bits, my friend passed it on to one of his friends, who passed it on to one his and it came back to me.

This friend of a friend had told one of the actors who played the Doctor that I was writing this story and this actor was really interested in re-playing his role. So I was faced with an issue, don't write and look daft or suddenly learn how to write a book.

15 years have passed and with much reviewing by family and friends I can no longer hide.

Another reason for finishing this (though I don't think it is finished) is that Shaun who was the friend of a friend passed away before he saw the 1st draft properly finished and the new film with the 8th Doctor and of course the new series.

Shaun worked briefly on Doctor Who and would have loved the series and my story I would have hoped.

So be ready my excited followers, the music is about to begin, the serial version of Doctor Who - The Virus in Time is about to start.

A little light reading before christmas (and maybe after) is coming your way.

Just for the record - Doctor Who is exclusive copyright of the BBC

So..... cue the music (watch for the posts)

Friday 27 November 2009

Archery in a cold place and other things

Why do I always get the start of a blog just as I am going to sleep.

Annoying last night as I started to drift off, the beginning of this blog began to write itself in my head. Now a few of you dear readers may think thats a bit odd. But there you go and so there was the start.

Now whats been happening since my last blog. Well lots of archery still of course, Modern Warfare 2, Dragon Age and Star Trek. A few things to get through then.

Star Trek first. The new Blue-ray came out and yes it still looks brilliant. In fact even better when you can look at it on a nice big screen. The Enterprise looks cool, the effects are great, the story wonderful and when is the next film coming out?

Modern War 2. Ok now thats a game of course. Has had a few bits of odd press and there is one old adage I would remind anyone to stick to. If you don't like something then, either don't buy it, watch it, read it, listen to it and now don't play the game. Having said that I have played it and it was good, online gaming fine.

Problem is where is that Elite that came out for the BBC B. (Oldie computer people will know).

Dragon Age on the other hand is for the role players and has that interesting part that you may have to play at least 6 different ways. I guess its all driven by the need to sell of course. The old Elite sold for £15 pounds maybe and it lasted for months before I needed another game. The wireframe graphics were state of the art for computers back then and the game play was open ended. Now well you have to either pay monthly or buy the latest new game and still not find that Elite.

Dear read please don't think this blog is becoming anything like a monthly something or other.

Back to the update.

Archery. Well the indoor season has started, guess it had to with the rain, wind and bad light. No that was summer.
Well the indoor season has started because people say so. I have been considering how I would approach it. I started by planning what I would do Friday, just go in shoot look at some technical bits and practice. Saturday I would shoot a round. Indoors is either Portsmouth or Worcester. Its been going very well my scores rising nicely. Until I got to the first postal shoot. It went of course downhill, but still over the 500.
Now I did a Worcester this past weekend and the scores were not bad. 244 and 267 out of 300. Really have being feeling very good about all this now. As I said in my last blog, there is a feel for archery that you can get. And it keeps growing, it keeps grabbing you. You start to get that 10 feeling, the moment the arrow starts to move. You know that need to draw the string, you feel that last second when you have settled almost the breath let out and then, like a tick of a clock hitting the top of the hour. The fingers don't let the string go , it just goes. And yes I have seen the arrow fly to the target.

There are more competitions coming along, more chances to improve and now use my handicap. Archery certainly has taken over my weekends and its wonderful.

One last thing my readers, I have been writing a Doctor Who story The Virus in Time for 10 years. Now do I post it here in my blog or what. It needs a bit of work still but then don't all authors say that?

Let me know reader (if any of you are out there).