The Doctor returned to the ship’s control room in the
TARDIS,
“Did you get it?” asked the director as the doctor walked
out of the TARDIS
“Even if I had the Tesseract it wouldn’t do much good
because we would then have a homicidal megalomaniac walking around with a
grudge.” Said the doctor, jumping into another chair and sliding over to the
machine. “Where are you?” asked the doctor as he tapped some commands into the
keyboard, scanned a few things with his sonic screwdriver and then sat back
watching the big screen above his head, ‘Out of range of sensors’ flashed
across the screen. “Well that’s new.” Said the puzzled Doctor, jumping out of
the chair and pacing up and down with his elbows tucked in again, swapping the
hand his chin was resting in every time he turned. The Director looked on in
silence while the doctor mumbled under his breath, occasionally he turned to
the machine and playing with a switch or changed a wire but the same message
flashed on the screen.
“What does ‘out of range of sensors’ mean?” quizzed the
Director
“Exactly what it says” responded the doctor
“So we need to go closer to the sensor?”
Suddenly the doctor stopped dead. A bust of laughter came
from his lips and he jumped ecstatically into the air.
“You are a genius!” he pointed at the Director “We aren’t
out of range of the sensors, we have satellites, the Tesseract is out of range
of the sensors.” The doctor slid into the chair and tapped in more commands,
“These are the sensors I’m using.” explained the doctor as dots appeared across
the map. “They are the impact chambers of particle accelerators. I set my
scanner to find the Tesseract and that’s exactly what it did but it moved out
of range of the sensors, meaning it can only of gone one way. West!” he sat
looking content for a moment.
“How will you follow him?” asked the director looking
concerned, “West is very non-specific.”
“Easy, the Dalektanium orb has already interacted with the
Tesseract so it should be able to provide the TARDIS with a reading that we can
track.”
The doctor leapt from his chair and sprinted to the TARDIS,
as he reached the door he turned back to the room.
“I’m going to need a helper, not you director, you stay here
and hold the fort. You!” he pointed to a tall girl with lustrous red hair tied
into a tight ponytail. “You remind me of an Old friend,” he smiled, leaning
around the door of the TARDIS offering an outstretched hand.
The director nodded
his permission to her and she nervously stood up and ran to the TARDIS. As the
doctor led her through the door she slowed in amazement.
“It’s….it’s…..”
“Bigger on the inside?” suggested the doctor, swinging round
the control panel pulling levers and spinning dials, “it’s also a time machine,
telepathic and it has a swimming pool.” As the TARDIS began to dematerialize it
began to vibrate lightly. Gradually the vibrations became more violent until
the who room bucked and shock violently. Puff’s of smoke and sparks shot from
the controls. The redhead sat down heavily on the sofa and gripped tightly into
the arms until the TARDIS banged heavily onto the ground and settled.
“Sorry, she normally flies a bit smother than that.” The
Doctor assured her gazing quizzically at one of the screens.
“What happened?” questioned the girl,
“Sorry, I never quite got your name?” said the doctor, never
taking his eye of the screen
“Sarah”
“Hello Sarah” said the doctor, walking over to the other
side of the TARDIS offering a hand, “nice to meet you. Basically what’s
happened is every where go we leave a trail of our existence, time line if you
will. Something very important happened to me in New York a few years ago and
because my timeline is so strong here the time paradox sensor got over loaded.
Nothing to worry about, right this way.” The doctor babbled hurriedly, he
gestured towards the door, ushering Sarah outside.
They stepped onto soft green grass, they could hear water
splashing against stone and the sun warmed their faces as looked up to see the
statue of liberty towering over them. Tourist’s milled around paying no
attention to the police box that had just appeared but posed for pictures with
the skyline of New York behind them. The doctor swung his sonic screwdriver in
an arc until it buzz became higher pitched. He raised and lowered it until it
began to make a higher more shrill noise, he shut his left eye and squinted
down his arm. The glowing blue tip of the sonic screwdriver was pointing
directly at the top of the empire state building.
“Of course!” cursed the doctor, pounding the side of his
head “Why did you tell him Dalektanium?” he fumed, tucking his elbows in again
and stalking up and down.
“What’s Dalektanium?” asked a confused looking Sarah
“There’s a race called the Daleks and they are very clever
and very cruel.” Began the doctor still pacing, “They once tried to convert the
population of New York into Dalek-Human hybrids and they powered it with the
metal their armor was made out of attached like an antennae to the top of the
Empire state building.” The doctor needlessly pointed out the empire state
building “I stopped them but I never removed their armor, if Loki has found it
then I need to start doing something clever.” As the doctor finished he stopped
dead, he raised his right hand and scratched the top of his head. Leaning
backwards to look up at the statue of liberty. He ran over to a woman in a
bright pink dress and sunglasses and snatched the holding a model of the statue of liberty out
of her hand.
“Can I borrow this?” he asked as he scanned it with his
screwdriver. “Thank you!” he chimed tossing it back to her and running back to
the TARDIS, turning to the bewildered Sarah as he dashed through the door,
“I have a plan!”
Sarah followed him into the TARDIS and found him tearing
through a box underneath the control room.
“What are you looking for?” she asked nervously as WWII
uniform, a red converse and a Stetson with a bullet hole flew past her.
“A clock!” came the doctors response as he flung an Umbrella
over his shoulder.
“Well don’t you where a watch?” said Sarah as she fumbled at
her wrist producing a slim steel watch with a red analogue face.
“I’m a time traveller, what would be the point in wearing a
watch, it would always be wrong!” shouted the doctor as he jumped up holding a
big wooden box. He flipped it open to reveal dozens of watches, analogue and digital,
some with leather straps, others on ornate chains as he plunged his hand in and
rummaged through, producing a glowing golden watch at the end of a chain,
“This one got me in trouble with Henry VIII,” he sighed
dropping it back into the box “and this,” he held up a plain leather and silver
wrist watch “was the one I wore in Bletchley park during the second world war”,
he reminisced.
He took the stairs two at a time as he ran up and out
towards a door in the base of the statue of liberty. Clutching the box under
his arm his opened the door with his sonic and dashed inside.
“What are you doing?” squeaked Sarah, dodging the doctor ad
he barreled back into the TARDIS, remerging hauling a box of wires and cable
“Ever heard of a weeping angel?” he asked as he shuttled
backwards and forwards, “They are a race as old as the universe” the doctor
spoke in snippets as he carried more boxes that looked full of junk backwards
and forward, “they feed of potential time energy” the next box appeared to
contain several cracked alarm clocks. “Basically, things that could have been,”
the doctor paused breathless by the Statue’s door, “a small amount it emitted
every time you make a decision. But the Angels, they need allot more, so they
transport you back in time and feed of the potential decades”.
“What’s that got to do with us Doctor?”
“Simple, Weeping angels are statues, I once thought the
statue of liberty was an angel. There’s an old saying ‘that which holds the
images of an Angel itself becomes and Angel’ yet when I scanned that model
earlier it showed no trace of being an angel, therefore, it’s not a true angel
yet it can still feed off potential time” the doctor held up one of the cracked
alarm clocks, a blue one with bells on top. “We’re going to harness it!” he gave
the clock and quick blast with his sonic screwdriver and threw it up in the air.
As it climbed into the hollows of the statue suddenly the hands began to spin,
first backwards, then forwards, then alternately.
