Part One -
Running
Running. Always running. Never stopping and always running. Down corridors, up stairs, down stairs then up them again. Always running. Never stopping.
Corridor. He was in a corridor. Where is the corridor? The TARDIS. ‘Time and Relative Dimensions in Space’ he muttered to himself as he continued to run. He remembered the TARDIS. That’s good; at least he can remember who is, right?
‘Who are you?’ he said to himself, as he stopped running and saw his reflection in the shiny metallic wall of the corridor. Who is he? The Doctor, that’s who; the Oncoming Storm. Running again, always running and never stopping.
He yelled in pain, grabbing his chest, falling to his feet.
‘One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back...’ he said in an old familiar voice, then he realised where he was. The TARDIS console, way before he changed the desktop theme. He looked down, saw he was wearing completely different clothes, clothes he had not seen for many, many years. Then
he looked up.
Back, back to the new face and the rather ragged and
uncomfortable clothes. Clothes... he needs new clothes. The Doctor jumped up and
ran towards a door and opened it.
‘Aha, the wardrobe!’ he shouted, as he
ran into the console room of the TARDIS. ‘Oh...’ he exclaimed walking up to the
console and looking at its defined design which he found to be one of a complex
beauty. ‘Not the wardrobe then...’ he stated, smiling. He stroked the central
column of the machine and it hummed in return.
‘Well, I made up the name
TARDIS from the initials: Time and Relative Dimension in Space.’ The Doctor
heard a voice say from behind him. He turned round to find himself back in his
old clothing; he looked at his older, more wrinkled hands. Then he noticed the
three other people on his ship.
‘Susan? Barbara? Ian?’ he called, holding
his arm out to them, but their images started to fade, his hands became less
wrinkled, his clothing changed back again. He was on the floor again, in immense
pain. He held his chest, his hearts hurting. Hearts? Two hearts. Yes, of course,
how could he forget? Time-Lords have two hearts, and both of his were
throbbing.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Beating. The
heart beats pound in his chest like fire and he hears their noise. He can hear
it all. He can always hear it all.
He got up again, pain fading away once
more. He walked around the console examining the bits and bobs that made up his
work area. He flicked a switch and the room began to shake. He gradually picked
up speed, flicking more switches and pressing many buttons. Yanking down levers
and spinning handles. And then his ship stopped.
The outside. What was
there to see or do? Who was there to meet? He opened the doors, he was in a
field. He laughed for an unknown reason and made his way back into his ship
alone, and with no one beside him.
Part Two - Reality
‘Oh
my giddy aunt!’ the Doctor heard himself say in an odd older voice. He looked
down once more and found that he was, once again, in completely different
clothing. He was now wearing a blue bow tie, chequered trousers and a little red
handkerchief was propping out of the breast pocket of his blazer. He held a
recorder in his hand; he lifted it to his mouth and started to play ‘Three Blind
Mice’ on it.
He looked up, he was still in his TARDIS and his clothes
had changed back to what he was wearing before the flashback. He turned the
screen around on the console. He leant onto the control area, and flicked a
single switch.
‘Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow...’ he said, not
meaning too. He looks up and laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh; no it was
actually very sad. ‘I know what you’re doing!’ he shouted at no one ‘I can see
it now, making me think, aren’t you?’ it was evident he was talking to himself
now. Talking to his head. ‘What is reality? Because I really can’t tell right
now!’
‘There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish
sometimes!’ he said as his companion Sarah Jane took a Jelly-Baby from the paper
bag, the two of them sharing a sweet smile.
‘No! Stop it!’ the Doctor
screamed as he fell to his knees, Sarah Jane had gone and he was alone once
more. ‘Why? Why make this happen? It hurts so much!’ he grabbed his head, a
soaring pain running through it. The TARDIS hummed, and the engines started up
again. The Doctor lifted his head in surprise. ‘What?’ he asked the ship ‘What
are you doing?’ he was asking the TARDIS now. He stood back up and started
flicking more switches and buttons but the TARDIS was fighting back, there was
no stopping it.
He left the console room in anger and as he walked out
the opening in the wall, he saw Sarah Jane standing there, the same as how he
last saw her. ‘Sarah?’
‘Goodbye, Doctor.’ And then she disappeared. The
Doctor looked down and saw he was wearing a long multicoloured scarf. Why? Why
was his head doing this to him?
He was back to the old green suit he had
been wearing through-out his last incarnation... he needed new clothes. Clothes.
Where do you find clothes?
The wardrobe! The wardrobe was full of old
clothing and new clothing alike. He saw some of his old attires, hanging on
racks. His old multi-coloured coat, the long scarf, the cricket jumper, the
question mark umbrella, all that could tell a thousand tales and could never be
boring.
He tried it all. All of it. He found so much that he could wear,
but none of it worked. From a jumper and tracksuit bottoms to a tight-fitting
pinstripe suit and tie, none of it suited him. Then he saw it, the leather
jacket hung up in the highest corner of the room. He climbed a ladder and
grabbed it and when he got down he tried it on. It fit, and it looked
fantastic.
Fantastic... yes, yes he liked that. Fantastic.
Part Three: Rememberance
He was back in the console room
now, with his new clothes and catchphrase, what would happen next? He waited for
the next of his mentally scarring flashbacks. But no, nothing
happened.
He grinned and put his hand in his new jacket’s pocket. Inside
the pocket was a small device he pulled it out and inspected it. It had a shiny
blue end and a button which, when pressed, lit up the blue end and made a loud
buzzing noise which made the Doctor jump. What was it?
A Sonic
Screwdriver! Of course! He played around with the device for a while until he
found himself feeling rather drowsy and tired. He closed his eyes and when he
opened them again he found himself carrying his old companion Peri in his arms,
whilst he was wearing his old cricket outfit and the old celery on his
lapel.
He screamed loudly and he was back in the TARDIS, holding the
screwdriver and he was not wearing a vegetable.
‘Why do you want me to
remember? They are all gone; they are not needed in my mind! They are all dead!’
he yelled in pain, clutching his head again. Once again he was with Peri, but
this time in that old multi-coloured coat of his. And then back into the TARDIS
console room.
‘Change my dear, and not a moment too soon.’ He heard his
previous self say echoing in the back of his mind.
The Doctor yelled again
when he saw he was holding that question mark umbrella, but he held off the
images, he was fighting back. No, no don’t do this, he thought.
And the
image vanished. He knew there would be no more flashbacks, no more pain. And
then, then he remembered. His last self, dying in agony. Screams in his mind.
But this was not a flashback, it was simply a memory. He realised what he had
said, and regretted every single word. Because, they aren’t dead. His previous
selves live on throughout time and space, and in his hearts.
Yet, he
still felt like there was something he had forgotten...
Part Four:
Re-Start
Two days later the Doctor found himself in some kind of ally on
Earth. ‘Fantastic!’ he shouted, sarcastically as the smell from the all reached
his nostrils. The TARDIS had detected some kind of alien presence and landed in
the ally the Doctor was stood in. He wasn’t sure where, or when, he was though,
and needed to find out. A young man wearing a cap on his head and a
numerous golden neck chains around his neck walked past the Doctor. ‘Excuse me!’
said the Doctor, in his northern accent.
‘What do you want, bruv?’ the
stranger said, rather aggressively. He was wearing a Manchester United t-shirt
and track-suit bottoms, similar to the ones the Doctor had tried on a few days
ago in his wardrobe.
‘Sorry, you must think I’m someone else, I’m not
your brother. I’m the Doctor.’ The Time-Lord smiled and held his hand out to the
young man, who looked at him with confusion. He did not shake the Doctor’s hand,
just stared at it. ‘Right,’ the Doctor said, putting his hand back into his
pocket ‘can you tell me where I am?’
‘Are you thick or something?’ said
the younger man, who sniggered at the Doctor’s ignorance.
‘No, the Earth
is a big place, so could you just tell me where I am? Or did you fail Geography
as well as English when you were at school?’ the Doctor said, patronisingly.
‘Alright mate, calm it! You're in East London.’ the young man said,
rather offended by the Doctor’s remarks ‘Look, there’s a Henrik’s shop over
there!’ he pointed towards a large building ‘How’s about you go talk to one of
them lot and leave me alone, yeah?’ he said, trying to get rid of the
Doctor.
‘Thank you!’ the Doctor smiled, as the young man ran off ignoring
the stranger. The Doctor ran into the store across the road as it was beginning
to get dark outside. He bumped into a man who called himself Wilson, and the
Doctor explained that he was lost, he pretended he was from an electric company,
as Wilson had said he works in that department.
Wilson had explained to
the Doctor that strange goings on had been happening at the store recently, and
that dead bodies had been found outside the back. The Doctor assumed that the
deaths had something to do with the alien presence that the TARDIS had picked up
on earlier.
‘Thank you Wilson, you've been a great help!’ the Doctor
said. The Doctor started to walk away from the man, who turned to him
confused.
‘I thought you were here about the electrics?’ he called after
him.
‘Oh, yeah, no they’re fine. No need to worry!’ the Doctor said
turning back to Wilson, making something up on the spot. He walked of back to
that TARDIS to scan what kind of life form was hiding there. ‘Oh, not you lot
again!’ he yelled, looking at the scanner. He had hacked into the CCTV systems
just outside the store and saw what looked like window shop dummies carrying a
dead body, and then dumping it outside next to the store.
‘Right, there
is only one cure to plastic’ said the doctor. Carrying an explosive weapon with
him, the Doctor entered the store once again, this time to the basement where
the signal was coming from. ‘Wilson?’ he shouted. No reply. He tried breaking
down the technician’s door where Wilson’s office was. The Doctor thought there
was something seriously wrong.
After using the Sonic Screwdriver, which
he had forgot about, the door opened. Wilson’s body was on the floor, and next
to stood two more window shop dummies. They pulled their arm's up and suddenly
there hands flipped open to reveal a gun. The Doctor knew what this meant so he
ran out the door, the dummies chasing him. The Doctor remembered having the
explosive with him, so he threatened the plastic men with it. They did not care,
they were brainless. He managed to out run them into another part of the
basement, but not before he heard a scream. He ran round a corner and found a
young blonde girl surrounded by more mannequins. He grabbed her hand and said
only one word: ‘Run!’ and they did. The two of them, for a long time they would
run and never look back. Always running, and never stopping. Not for one
second.
Because, sometimes it is easier to run away and hide, but running
is an adventure of it's own, so you might as well embrace that.
Running
Running. Always running. Never stopping and always running. Down corridors, up stairs, down stairs then up them again. Always running. Never stopping.
Corridor. He was in a corridor. Where is the corridor? The TARDIS. ‘Time and Relative Dimensions in Space’ he muttered to himself as he continued to run. He remembered the TARDIS. That’s good; at least he can remember who is, right?
‘Who are you?’ he said to himself, as he stopped running and saw his reflection in the shiny metallic wall of the corridor. Who is he? The Doctor, that’s who; the Oncoming Storm. Running again, always running and never stopping.
He yelled in pain, grabbing his chest, falling to his feet.
‘One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back...’ he said in an old familiar voice, then he realised where he was. The TARDIS console, way before he changed the desktop theme. He looked down, saw he was wearing completely different clothes, clothes he had not seen for many, many years. Then
he looked up.
Back, back to the new face and the rather ragged and
uncomfortable clothes. Clothes... he needs new clothes. The Doctor jumped up and
ran towards a door and opened it.
‘Aha, the wardrobe!’ he shouted, as he
ran into the console room of the TARDIS. ‘Oh...’ he exclaimed walking up to the
console and looking at its defined design which he found to be one of a complex
beauty. ‘Not the wardrobe then...’ he stated, smiling. He stroked the central
column of the machine and it hummed in return.
‘Well, I made up the name
TARDIS from the initials: Time and Relative Dimension in Space.’ The Doctor
heard a voice say from behind him. He turned round to find himself back in his
old clothing; he looked at his older, more wrinkled hands. Then he noticed the
three other people on his ship.
‘Susan? Barbara? Ian?’ he called, holding
his arm out to them, but their images started to fade, his hands became less
wrinkled, his clothing changed back again. He was on the floor again, in immense
pain. He held his chest, his hearts hurting. Hearts? Two hearts. Yes, of course,
how could he forget? Time-Lords have two hearts, and both of his were
throbbing.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Beating. The
heart beats pound in his chest like fire and he hears their noise. He can hear
it all. He can always hear it all.
He got up again, pain fading away once
more. He walked around the console examining the bits and bobs that made up his
work area. He flicked a switch and the room began to shake. He gradually picked
up speed, flicking more switches and pressing many buttons. Yanking down levers
and spinning handles. And then his ship stopped.
The outside. What was
there to see or do? Who was there to meet? He opened the doors, he was in a
field. He laughed for an unknown reason and made his way back into his ship
alone, and with no one beside him.
Part Two - Reality
‘Oh
my giddy aunt!’ the Doctor heard himself say in an odd older voice. He looked
down once more and found that he was, once again, in completely different
clothing. He was now wearing a blue bow tie, chequered trousers and a little red
handkerchief was propping out of the breast pocket of his blazer. He held a
recorder in his hand; he lifted it to his mouth and started to play ‘Three Blind
Mice’ on it.
He looked up, he was still in his TARDIS and his clothes
had changed back to what he was wearing before the flashback. He turned the
screen around on the console. He leant onto the control area, and flicked a
single switch.
‘Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow...’ he said, not
meaning too. He looks up and laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh; no it was
actually very sad. ‘I know what you’re doing!’ he shouted at no one ‘I can see
it now, making me think, aren’t you?’ it was evident he was talking to himself
now. Talking to his head. ‘What is reality? Because I really can’t tell right
now!’
‘There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish
sometimes!’ he said as his companion Sarah Jane took a Jelly-Baby from the paper
bag, the two of them sharing a sweet smile.
‘No! Stop it!’ the Doctor
screamed as he fell to his knees, Sarah Jane had gone and he was alone once
more. ‘Why? Why make this happen? It hurts so much!’ he grabbed his head, a
soaring pain running through it. The TARDIS hummed, and the engines started up
again. The Doctor lifted his head in surprise. ‘What?’ he asked the ship ‘What
are you doing?’ he was asking the TARDIS now. He stood back up and started
flicking more switches and buttons but the TARDIS was fighting back, there was
no stopping it.
He left the console room in anger and as he walked out
the opening in the wall, he saw Sarah Jane standing there, the same as how he
last saw her. ‘Sarah?’
‘Goodbye, Doctor.’ And then she disappeared. The
Doctor looked down and saw he was wearing a long multicoloured scarf. Why? Why
was his head doing this to him?
He was back to the old green suit he had
been wearing through-out his last incarnation... he needed new clothes. Clothes.
Where do you find clothes?
The wardrobe! The wardrobe was full of old
clothing and new clothing alike. He saw some of his old attires, hanging on
racks. His old multi-coloured coat, the long scarf, the cricket jumper, the
question mark umbrella, all that could tell a thousand tales and could never be
boring.
He tried it all. All of it. He found so much that he could wear,
but none of it worked. From a jumper and tracksuit bottoms to a tight-fitting
pinstripe suit and tie, none of it suited him. Then he saw it, the leather
jacket hung up in the highest corner of the room. He climbed a ladder and
grabbed it and when he got down he tried it on. It fit, and it looked
fantastic.
Fantastic... yes, yes he liked that. Fantastic.
Part Three: Rememberance
He was back in the console room
now, with his new clothes and catchphrase, what would happen next? He waited for
the next of his mentally scarring flashbacks. But no, nothing
happened.
He grinned and put his hand in his new jacket’s pocket. Inside
the pocket was a small device he pulled it out and inspected it. It had a shiny
blue end and a button which, when pressed, lit up the blue end and made a loud
buzzing noise which made the Doctor jump. What was it?
A Sonic
Screwdriver! Of course! He played around with the device for a while until he
found himself feeling rather drowsy and tired. He closed his eyes and when he
opened them again he found himself carrying his old companion Peri in his arms,
whilst he was wearing his old cricket outfit and the old celery on his
lapel.
He screamed loudly and he was back in the TARDIS, holding the
screwdriver and he was not wearing a vegetable.
‘Why do you want me to
remember? They are all gone; they are not needed in my mind! They are all dead!’
he yelled in pain, clutching his head again. Once again he was with Peri, but
this time in that old multi-coloured coat of his. And then back into the TARDIS
console room.
‘Change my dear, and not a moment too soon.’ He heard his
previous self say echoing in the back of his mind.
The Doctor yelled again
when he saw he was holding that question mark umbrella, but he held off the
images, he was fighting back. No, no don’t do this, he thought.
And the
image vanished. He knew there would be no more flashbacks, no more pain. And
then, then he remembered. His last self, dying in agony. Screams in his mind.
But this was not a flashback, it was simply a memory. He realised what he had
said, and regretted every single word. Because, they aren’t dead. His previous
selves live on throughout time and space, and in his hearts.
Yet, he
still felt like there was something he had forgotten...
Part Four:
Re-Start
Two days later the Doctor found himself in some kind of ally on
Earth. ‘Fantastic!’ he shouted, sarcastically as the smell from the all reached
his nostrils. The TARDIS had detected some kind of alien presence and landed in
the ally the Doctor was stood in. He wasn’t sure where, or when, he was though,
and needed to find out. A young man wearing a cap on his head and a
numerous golden neck chains around his neck walked past the Doctor. ‘Excuse me!’
said the Doctor, in his northern accent.
‘What do you want, bruv?’ the
stranger said, rather aggressively. He was wearing a Manchester United t-shirt
and track-suit bottoms, similar to the ones the Doctor had tried on a few days
ago in his wardrobe.
‘Sorry, you must think I’m someone else, I’m not
your brother. I’m the Doctor.’ The Time-Lord smiled and held his hand out to the
young man, who looked at him with confusion. He did not shake the Doctor’s hand,
just stared at it. ‘Right,’ the Doctor said, putting his hand back into his
pocket ‘can you tell me where I am?’
‘Are you thick or something?’ said
the younger man, who sniggered at the Doctor’s ignorance.
‘No, the Earth
is a big place, so could you just tell me where I am? Or did you fail Geography
as well as English when you were at school?’ the Doctor said, patronisingly.
‘Alright mate, calm it! You're in East London.’ the young man said,
rather offended by the Doctor’s remarks ‘Look, there’s a Henrik’s shop over
there!’ he pointed towards a large building ‘How’s about you go talk to one of
them lot and leave me alone, yeah?’ he said, trying to get rid of the
Doctor.
‘Thank you!’ the Doctor smiled, as the young man ran off ignoring
the stranger. The Doctor ran into the store across the road as it was beginning
to get dark outside. He bumped into a man who called himself Wilson, and the
Doctor explained that he was lost, he pretended he was from an electric company,
as Wilson had said he works in that department.
Wilson had explained to
the Doctor that strange goings on had been happening at the store recently, and
that dead bodies had been found outside the back. The Doctor assumed that the
deaths had something to do with the alien presence that the TARDIS had picked up
on earlier.
‘Thank you Wilson, you've been a great help!’ the Doctor
said. The Doctor started to walk away from the man, who turned to him
confused.
‘I thought you were here about the electrics?’ he called after
him.
‘Oh, yeah, no they’re fine. No need to worry!’ the Doctor said
turning back to Wilson, making something up on the spot. He walked of back to
that TARDIS to scan what kind of life form was hiding there. ‘Oh, not you lot
again!’ he yelled, looking at the scanner. He had hacked into the CCTV systems
just outside the store and saw what looked like window shop dummies carrying a
dead body, and then dumping it outside next to the store.
‘Right, there
is only one cure to plastic’ said the doctor. Carrying an explosive weapon with
him, the Doctor entered the store once again, this time to the basement where
the signal was coming from. ‘Wilson?’ he shouted. No reply. He tried breaking
down the technician’s door where Wilson’s office was. The Doctor thought there
was something seriously wrong.
After using the Sonic Screwdriver, which
he had forgot about, the door opened. Wilson’s body was on the floor, and next
to stood two more window shop dummies. They pulled their arm's up and suddenly
there hands flipped open to reveal a gun. The Doctor knew what this meant so he
ran out the door, the dummies chasing him. The Doctor remembered having the
explosive with him, so he threatened the plastic men with it. They did not care,
they were brainless. He managed to out run them into another part of the
basement, but not before he heard a scream. He ran round a corner and found a
young blonde girl surrounded by more mannequins. He grabbed her hand and said
only one word: ‘Run!’ and they did. The two of them, for a long time they would
run and never look back. Always running, and never stopping. Not for one
second.
Because, sometimes it is easier to run away and hide, but running
is an adventure of it's own, so you might as well embrace that.