Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 11:31:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: K
Subject: Doctor Who Jesse and Jeremy 127

THIS EPISODE DEDICATED TO THE GREAT NICHOLAS COURTNEY


Tom Baker opening, Tom Baker music from seasons 12 to 17 but David Tennant
image in the opening.

Psychedelic time vortex converges at a rectangular black shape that is
filled by the blue police box TARDIS image in seconds. That comes toward
the camera and vanishes, leaving a circular spinning tan image that becomes
green and the outline of the Tenth's Doctor face fills the screen with the
vortex behind him. That turns day glow, negative print color. That rushes
into the diamond logo. The David face vanishes and becomes a black
diamond. We see the Doctor Who logo. As the repetitive music ends the
theme, we see the names Jesse on the top left side of the diamond interior
and Jeremy on the right top side.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_OYZ0sjc3g

Alternate titles:
Tom Baker title with David Tennant music from David's first two seasons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiA-eTqcGH0

...or just for a mind fuck, this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duGNsMHZu-A

Tenth Doctor  Intro with Tom Baker theme.

And this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bfLQTOGtOA


Jesse: Enough already, get on with the fucking story.

Jeremy: You broke the fourth wall again.

Jesse: Where the episode titles...oh there they are...


Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy  episode 127:

Remembrance

STING-TWANK!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we7BNW8UqZw

 of the Companions part three


A large green river bank. The Tenth Doctor was on top of an unusually high
hill overlooking the piece of a vast river. He wore only his brown suit and
stretched his arms upward, "Amazon. The heat. I like. I mean it's not like
BURN WITH ME hot hot but hot enough. A good hot."  He swatted at
mosquitoes, "Guys, I don't like killing even you insects but I will make
exceptions. If you were say, fifty times larger. Happened."  He looked out
at the river from between large trees on either side, "Where are they?
Solimoes Basin. What is she doing here? Ahh, there she is..."  A series of
five canoes came down the Amazon River. The Doctor used binoculars he
pulled up from straps around his neck. "Blimey, Jo, you don't do family
outings half on."

"Okay, we'll stop at the bank there for a rest," Jo Grant Jones said. She
wore a big flowery sun dress and a large loopy hat with a wide brim and
fruit on it. In the canoes, scattered among the five, were twelve what
appeared to be white British children of various ages, both girls and
boys. There appeared to be nine white adults. Each boat had a Brazilian
native guide.

"Who's all them then?"  The Doctor took the binoculars away to squint, then
wondered why he did that. He recognized two of the adults.  "Gramma and
Grandpa?"  He thought he heard two of the older children saying.  "I'm just
guessing they're all yours. Blimey, Cliff."

Cliff used also binoculars, "It looks like they've found something."

"Oil or gas?"  Jo asked.

"Hard to tell but from the machinery I can see, maybe both," Cliff told her
and held her hand, taking his eyes away from the binoculars.

She smiled, "We knew it would be soon."

"I know," Cliff said, "Maybe it's not going to be enough."

The guide in their canoe turned to Jo, "It would serve my people if they
did find something."

"It's not that that we want to stop," Jo said, "It's the wild life
endangered that we want to move."

"You have moved most of them already, Miss Jones."

"Lazaro, I told you, it's Mrs. And you can call me Jo. Jo."

"Yes, Mrs. Jo Jo."  Lazaro steered the canoe toward a bank on the opposite
to the Doctor's hill.

Jo turned her head to look at Cliff and she smiled at Lazaro's mistake.

In the fifth canoe, Santiago Jones, his light blue survival shirt open to
the waist, sat next to the guide that steered his canoe. "Are you telling
me that Mr. Lazaro is your father?"

"Mr. Maggi."  The guide said. He was Santiago's age, younger than all the
other guides. About 15 years old, the Doctor guessed. Unlike the other
native guides, he wore only a necklace and the thinnest of thin loin
clothes, just a small pouch covering his front tied to a thin rope around
his waist and the Doctor noticed Santiago noticing the back of that, an
even smaller piece of cloth that sort of just went up and down between the
guide's butt crack. Floss would cover more, the Doctor thought. He was
embarrassed just watching this.  The guide added, "Maggi is our last name."

"I got that with the Mister, Targo."  Santiago smiled.

"No, I'm not Mr. Targo. I'm Master Maggi."

Santiago wasn't sure if Targo was teasing him or testing him. Then, he saw
Targo laugh. He stood up beside Targo, "You're bad but you're good with
this canoe."

"I'm good at many other things, also."  Targo didn't look at Santiago as he
tried to maneuver the canoe away from the others but closer to the bank.

He moved it to the side of another canoe, abandoned by Santiago's aunts,
uncles, and cousins. "I'll just use it to get to the bank?"  Santiago put a
foot into it.

Targo nodded, "Put both feet..."

As the others banked their canoes, the Doctor was about to wave and
announce himself. He saw something move between Targo's canoe and the canoe
that Santiago now had a foot in.

"What the heck is that?"  The Doctor spied something rippling between the
canoes.

(CUE music from CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON sting into build up into
sting into softer music.)


Something under the water was looking at the boys' bodies. Something
breathing...underwater. Gills. A claw rose up from the water, a claw that
was webbed between the fingers and which had scales on it. The Doctor was
about to shout a warning but he fell as something behind him pushed him. It
was another one. A full sized Creature from the Black Lagoon gill man.  The
Doctor rose and turned. He turned back to see the second claw rising from
the water for the boys.

The Doctor turned to the one facing him. Another one appeared behind
it. "Amphibious humanoids. Devonian age. I think you might be able to
understand me. We mean you nor your offspring any trouble."  He turned back
to see the two claws rising and holding onto the canoes. He looked back at
his two. One was decidedly female. Not that there was much differences
between the two genders but one was female. They raised their arms to
attack. He looked back at the canoes.  "I don't want to spook you but I
have to warn them..."

One canoe tipped but unaware of the danger, Targo grabbed out for
Santiago's hand and held it. The rising Gill Child, a male, had a fish
face, thick lips, large gills on the sides of that face, fins down its
spine, pushed in nose, totally scaled, segmented body...

 http://www.horrorgoreandmore.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Creature5.jpg

...watched the boys. It took in that they held hands. Jo moved to the boys,
"Boys, come here quickly."  She was on the river bank.

"She's with me, I'm with her," The Doctor pointed out with both hands and
touched himself after that.  "She my friend. Blimey, I sound like Tarzan
and I've met him and that's an insult...to whom I don't know."  He gasped
as the two monsters took a step toward him and came at him. He put his
hands up over his head but then watched in astonishment as both leaped to
either side of him into the water below.

As the Gill Child put itself back into the water another Gill Male embraced
him.

Santiago turned, "Grand Mum," he looked up as he saw two figures dive into
the water, "Is that them?"

"Yes, I think it would be safer for you to get out of the water," Jo
urged. Cliff took up a rifle.

The Doctor watched through binoculars, "Oh Cliffie, old boy, I'm
disappointed. That's not like you, brandishing a gun. Didn't I teach you
nothing. That's not my boy."

Jo turned, "I wondered why you bought that," she smirked at him, "Do you
even know how to fire it?"

"I do," Cliff said, "When it comes to my family."

Four gill creatures rose from the water, sending the natives backward. Only
Targo remained on the bank and never let go of Santiago's hand. Santiago,
for all the attention he wanted to give the monsters on the beach...and in
some way these creatures were exotic, beautiful, dripping with water, and
amazingly attractive...he was more drawn to watching the glistening in the
sun body of Targo. He was fascinated by the native boy. Jo stood in front,
"Family is why I had to bring all of mine. They wouldn't have trusted me
otherwise."

Cliff looked, "And you would endanger your whole family to save them?"

Jo frowned at him, "Cliff, you know better. We've discussed this. I...I
trust them."  She walked right up to the monsters which lowered their claws
at her signing to do so.

"That's my girl. Atta girl, my Jo Jo Grant."  The Doctor laughed out loud.

Jo came up to the monsters and gestured with her arms, "Everyone, get into
the canoes."

One younger boy said, "Oh but Gran, we just got out."

A girl said, "And we're hungry."

"We have to lead them out of here to the grotto we found. They'll be safe
far from here and in that grotto," Jo urged. "We can eat later."

"I'm more worried about what they eat," Lazaro said as he moved to his
canoe, never taking his eyes off the green Gill People.

The Tenth Doctor wiped himself off.

The Fourth Doctor's voice noted, "What is it with me and hills and
reptilian people."

Two Gill Children came up to Santiago and Targo, who let go of each other's
hands. One took Santiago's wrist. "Don't panic, Santiago," Jo slowly moved
to them.

"I...I'm not," he looked.

The other Gill Child took Targo's hand and put it into Santiago's. Jo said,
"I ...I think they like your connection."

"Family," Cliff put his rifle into the canoe, away, wary but yielding to
good nature. Everyone else was already in the canoes.  Some of the in laws
did not look happy that Jo risked their children to come here. But they
listened to her instructions.

Jo put a hand on Santiago's shoulder and on Targo's shoulder as she stepped
behind them.  "I'm going to draw you both toward the canoe now. They'll let
you go."

Targo swallowed, "We hope."

Even before she moved the two boys, the two Gill Children, both males, did
so. Cautiously, from her hat, Jo gave them some pineapple fruit. They ate
and then backed off to the water. All four creatures dove under the
surface.

The Doctor was going to shout out to Jo but thought better of it. She had
work to do. The canoes were already drifting off, down some small almost
hidden tributary.  He backed off, "Goodbye, Jo. You're on your own but
not. Family. I'm glad you do families. Good on you, Jo, good on you. I love
you."

(SONG OF FREEDOM music into...)

(VALE MUSIC)

The Doctor walked up the hill to the TARDIS. He went inside and gave the
Amazon River one last look.

Vast ocean.

The gentle sound of the surf as the water eased into a South Pacific
Island.

"I can't believe I left you like this, Gus."

(Some of the DOOMSDAY music after Rose is separated from the Doctor)

The Doctor took off his suit jacket, shirt, and was bare chested. He ran
into the TARDIS and came out with a shovel. A plane flew overhead. The
Doctor could not tell if it was Japanese or not. "1963 and World War Two is
being fought. Parallel stupidity on an untold level. Still..."  He began to
dig.  "I just left for a moment, Gus. To get your killer to a hospital. Oh,
sorry that came out like that. He got his comeuppance from what I'm
told. Maybe I should have done it. Finished the job you started."

Later as the sun slowly went down, the Doctor stood over the makeshift
grave. He had used an old fashioned laser pistol to carve out the name
Angus "Gus" Goodman on the stone. Under the name he shot the words, "Not
good, a great man."  He felt, he lied there. He loved Gus, to be sure, and
Gus saved his life, but Gus used guns. He killed the old Japanese
soldier. He nearly killed the Moderator. He was part of this wretched
war. He also realized that he didn't know how old Gus was and couldn't
really put a year on the stone. He did anyway. More guessing. He knew more
about his enemies than about Gus. He knew the start of the Daleks...all ten
different starts, thank you Time WarS; he knew the origin of the Cybermen,
three worlds over including the mixed histories of Mondas and Marinus; he
knew how Sontarans and Rutans once mated...that kind of shit. Yet, he
rarely knew Gus's background. He wondered about others. Did he ever meet
Sarah Jane's aunt Lavina or her ward Brendan. Was Brendan related to Sarah?

Fourth Doctor voice, "Wouldn't Jeremy and Jesse just love him?! Haha!"

"Gosh. I told you that my time travel would be more dangerous than the war
you had here at home and it turns out that that war is what killed you. In
a way, both things did. I had to bring you back here, didn't I? You had
wanted to return here, to be sure. This is what war gets us. Be joining you
soon."  The Tenth Doctor stood over the grave and eventually sunk to his
knees. If anyone looked, it would appear that with his hands clasped
together that he were praying. They'd be right. The sun light finally was
eaten up by the night and the slow moving dark clouds. By the time the
Doctor moved back through the sand to the nearby TARDIS, another set of
planes flew overhead.  The noise the planes made drowned out the TARDIS
sounds of it vanishing...

Uniceptor IV: a slightly more advanced and more comfortable united world
than Earth: a large apartment building complex. Night: a black woman had
with curly hair tied up into a bun on one side and down the other. In her
one piece blue jumpsuit, she ran down an empty alley between buildings. She
ran into a plaza where on one hand ball court wall was a titanic Alien
mother. Illuminated by only a few of the unbroken lamps atop posts, it had
its entire body stuck to the wall, feet and hands, both spread out. Its
smooth, elongated head almost reflected the black man on the ground.

http://www.fromquarkstoquasars.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Alien-pose-8.jpg

It turned toward her and stuck its long, rigid tongue out at her and had
already opened two mouths. The woman yelled, "Vernor!"  He was black man
was on the floor, on the hand ball court. Standing over the man was an
impressive and intimidating Predator.

http://smhttp.14409.nexcesscdn.net/806D5E/wordpress-L/images/predator.jpg

The Alien segmented and blade tipped tail whipped toward the Predator who
pulled Vernor back. Vernor was unconscious. The Predator had been in a few
fights and almost all weapons were lost and its face mask was off
entirely. He held a huge light pole in his hands, leveling the end which
sported jagged, cut glass at the Alien.

"Sharon!"  The Tenth Doctor watched from the darkness. "Sharon Davies
Allen!"

"Shhhh!"  Someone told the Doctor.

Behind Sharon came more beastly sounds. She glanced over her shoulder. She
couldn't see all of their bodies but from what she did see, she guessed it
was a whole host of Alien monsters, an entire army of them. Being dark
creatures themselves, it was difficult to see them but she could make out
swishing tails, the chrome like heads glinting against what little moon
light there was. Again, some of the few untouched street lights gave her
some glimpses of them. Arms. Claws. Legs. Tails. Teeth. Moving fast for
such large creatures.

She squinted and then turned back to the Predator. Behind the Predator, in
the dark, she had to squint to make out more bad news. There were strange
lights outlining more of them, too. Red eyes. Green outlines. Strange glows
from some of the machinery they wore on them. For there in the thick of the
night, came an army of Predators. Sharon was between two armies. She ran to
the prone black man and pulled his collar from the Predator's fingers. It
tilted its head at her as if it did not know what she was. "Don't give me
that! You know who I am!"  She turned to the Alien on the wall, "And you,
you shall stop this at once."  She looked at the Predator, "Give her her
eggs back. It's the least you can do!"

The Predator made a move toward the black man, who was starting to wake up.
Sharon held him as she knelt down, "Vern, are you all right?"

"Yes, I think so. Me head."

"Did you attack any of them?"

"No. No, I don't think so."

"Good, stay down then," Sharon said, "And don't talk."

"You can't tell me what to..."  Vern looked up and saw the Alien as she
jumped down at them and now its full mouth of teeth and tongue was just
inches from his face, "Stay down and don't talk, I got ya."  He put his
head down and tried not to look at the death above him.

"Her babies are now being born a new way, she did that for me, for us, for
this war to be over! My husband figured out a way to allow them to do it
and they agreed. You can't have him! You can't kill any more" Sharon rose
up and pushed the Predator's chest. It roared and the roar scared her so
much, she thought she would wet herself then and there. It was an unearthly
horrible roar. She could hear the swishing of the Alien mother's tail...or
all the Alien tails. The sounds they made were not any better than the
Predator sounds.  "Haven't they lost enough babies, enough
children. Haven't you? Haven't you lost enough warriors. Enough dignity?
There is no reason for it! I demand...and I declare this war to be over!"

The Predators looked at her. One came forward and was a female.

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Sharon saw that this one had carried a kind of plastic jar that contained
eggs. Sharon's eyes widened. The Alien Mother jumped over Vernor, who
closed his eyes –otherwise he would have gotten a great view of the
entire Alien, genitals and all. Sharon moved faster and got between the
Alien and the Predator Female. She turned to the Alien which had its claws
out and which just stopped short of Sharon's chest. "STOP! I'll get them to
you!"  Sharon out her shaking hands out toward the female Predator. The
female's strange mouth opened sideways and seemed ready to bite her face
off. It was some kind of warning to Sharon, this was the Alpha Female
here. "Don't think you are, honey, but you got one over on me."  The female
Predator put the jar in Sharon's hands. Sharon turned her body around,
without moving her arms at all, and held the jar out to the Alien the same
length of space she held it after getting it. The Alien mother used both
hands and clasped the jar. "Listen to me, both of you. This planet is at
peace now. Now, you will both leave it in peace. There's a moon on the far
side of this solar system that will be good for your breeding..."  she
turned to the Aliens, "A great breeding ground. You can eat all the meat
you want there. It grows like plants there. Blood and all. Non sentient."
She turned to the Predators, "And as for you, there are five other planets
in this system. No life forms but very livable. Go there. Live in
peace. Leave in peace. Or stay here in peace. I don't care which. With the
Slinth gone all nice and drained, this is a nice planet. I just want this
war ended!"  She didn't realize she was sweating profusely and could hardly
see the monsters on the Predator side. Sweat blinded her. She turned to the
Aliens. They were all backing off. She turned back to the Predators. They
were performing some kind of ritual. They bowed to Sharon.  Soon, the
entire plaza was empty of monster aliens and predators. Sharon breathed.

Timothy Dalton voice, "And so it came to pass that peace ensued on
Uniceptor IV and the Aliens and Predators no longer fought and no longer
killed. They became emissaries of peace in the galaxy, nay in all the
universes."

Everyone clapped. The Doctor clapped. The scene of Sharon and Vernor moved
back from the camera view. It was a movie screen. Their adventure was a
movie on a movie screen in a theatre. The lights came on and the audience
started filing out of the theatre.  "Doctor, that must be you, mustn't it?"
A light haired 45 year old man came from a back door high up on the steps
behind the Doctor's area, which was a stadium seat.

"Collin, Collin is that you?"  The Doctor blinked.

"Fudge, Doc, you used to call me Fudge," the man came forward and hugged
the unsuspecting Doctor.  He wore glasses and a suit.

"And you used to call me Doctor," the Tenth Doctor broke the hug to look at
him, "Let me see you. Wow, you've become quite a man, Fudge."

"Doc, what is this? You come here every 15 years? Last time I was what?
30. Before that we had an adventure where I was 15. And I won't even go
into what you did to Sharon's age."  He laughed.

"For a mo, I thought you were angry," the Doctor looked at him.

"Me? You know me? I don't get angry," Fudge smiled.

"And Sharon, that movie...she send it to you from...her planet?"

"The planet you left her on."

"It was her choice, Col...Fudge...she married that man."

"Doctor, the movie...it really happened," he told the Doctor.

"Ahhh," the Doctor stepped back from him. "I was wondering...that's
my...our Sharon, always finding a peaceful way to end things. It was good
she carried no weapons or both sides would have cut her to pieces."

"She's doing well, Doctor. So am I."

"Good, good. I just come from visiting my friend Gus's grave. He didn't
fare as well."

"It's life sometimes, Doctor," Fudge said, "Wanna go to lunch?"

"Can't!"  The Doctor bent over in pain.

Fudge came to him and held him, "What's wrong?! What is it? Can I help?"

"No," he sighed and stood up from the gut pain after having bent
over. "I...ahh, it's just life...my life, not faring too well at the moment
but I'm told that I'll be all right."

Fudge just stared at him.

"Have to go now. Have to dash. Be good, Fudge," the Doctor waved.

"You, too," Fudge stared at him as he walked out of the theatre to the
lobby where the TARDIS was. No one was noticing it. He didn't know if he
should be insulted or contented. Fudge followed him out, "They think it's
some movie prop."

"That's how you knew I was here, you saw it," the Doctor smiled.


"Nothing escapes you, mate. Nor I. I spotted it first thing," he
smiled. "Have a good life, Doctor."

"Lives."

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I meant have a good one..."

"I know. There's not a mean molecule in your body, Fudge."  The Doctor
opened the TARDIS doors and stopped half in and half out. Now, people
stopped and stared. Fudge looked about to try to figure out what to tell
them if they asked.  "You know, you're a bit like fudge in those
respects...never fail to satisfy. Good bye, Fudge."


The door creaked shut. "Stunt for a new movie," Fudge smiled as people
looked at him and the TARDIS. He moved them back. The TARDIS started to
dematerialize. It wheezed, groaned and half vanished. It slowly made itself
invisible and more of the grinding sounds. Finally, it was gone. People
filled the void where it was, wondering how they did that trick.


A little girl looked at her mother, "Mommy, they made it dematerialize."


"No," Fudge told them, "Just that one man. He did it. That man. He's a
doctor."


The mother asked, "He good with special effects?"


"He's good with special effects. He has them on everyone."




After visiting Jason, Crystal, and Zog (not as innocent as one might have
thought), the Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS into the doors of Nest
Cottage. "Mrs. Wibbsey, are you in. You'll never believe me face just
now. Nor how I stopped an old friend of mine from taking over the Zog
universe. His name is Zog you see and he is from the planet Zog and he
found a Zog universe to take over but the monster there, also called Zog
almost ate us so I got him to change his mind. Oh, and Jason and Crystal
send their love... old Wibbsey are you here?"  A large, mixed breed dog ran
up to the Doctor and jumped on his front, licking his face. "Hullo, Cap'N,
it's been a long time for me but not so long for you, aye? Middle Aged dog
but young in age. Where's your Captain, Captain, eh? 2009, not a good year
for me, aye?"

The Doctor followed the dog to a chair where a 73 year old man was
laying. He had white hair, was lean and skinny, and snoring. "Mike Yates."

"Yes, sir," Mike sat up and then stood and saluted, "Sir."  He shook his
head and shook himself out of it, "My. That was new."

"Comes with age, captain," The Tenth said.

"Doctor," Mike said.

"How'd you know?"

Mike laughed, "C'mon. Ohh, if I knew, let's see, one, two, three, four, of
you and didn't know you when I saw you...I shouldn't be me."  He thought
about that, "Gosh, that...I sound like a raving lunatic."

"People never stop saying that about me, all the time," the Doctor stooped
and looked at a plate of cookies on a small table near the chair.  "See
Captain's been good to you."

"Yes, well, turns out, daddy, that's you," Mike points to him...

"ME?"

"Yeah, you, did buy me a bow wow."

"Ahh, the song. You scared for a moment. I thought maybe you were my son,"
the Doctor bit into the chocolate chip cookie, "Ahhh," he swallowed, "So
good. Wibbsey's?"

"Who else's, Doctor."

"She around?"

"No, Doc just me and Tom."

"Tom?"

"Yes, uh, this is difficult to tell..."

"Tell me," the Doctor took another one and bit into it and took yet a third
one and put it into his jacket pocket, "Did you ever solve the issue with
Dragoids, the Dalek Supreme and...and..what was it, the Prime Minister?"

"Yeah, she was in the tea. The Master..."

"Tissue Compression Eliminator?"

"Yeah, too bad," Mike said, "That's why the file was labeled the Great
Teabag Mystery. Funny actually. When..."

The Doctor took a few steps back, "Ohhhh. That's why that was labeled that
way for."

"You saw the file?"

The Doctor nodded, "Hmmm, hmmm. My seventh self left almost no stone tape
unturned. He got his little grubby hands into everything. Every memo, every
file, every communicato, every bit of RRRRegistered mail..."

"What did you think teabag mystery meant?"  Mike asked.

"Oh, oh. It ...it doesn't matter now."  The Doctor nodded, "Tell
Wibbsey...did you say Tom? Not the man who was retarded and now isn't?"

"Thanks to the crystal," Mike said, "That's him. Nice bloke."

"He's living in my cottage?"

"Is that a problem?"  Mike asked.

"No, no. It...he's a nice bloke, as you said."

"Doc, the real great teabag mystery, Doc, is that I'm gay."  Mike
stammered.

"I know."

"I realized it was time to really act on it full force when I was talking
to Alexander Shuttleworth at uh, your friend Benny's wedding," Mike started
to say, "I didn't tell you because...I guess...I thought..."

"Thought I'd think differently? I knew for a long, long time. Before you
did, actually."  The Doctor put a hand on Mike's shoulder and the old man
looked at that hand. "My dear Captain Yates..."  the Doctor started
talking...

...Mike listened and for a moment he thought he heard the lisping tones of
the Doctor he knew best, the Third one. They really all were the same
person.

"...you don't know me at all. I know you, though. And love you."

Mike moved back, took the Doctor's wrist off his shoulder, "You saw my
report."

"Yeah, wasn't very flattering to me, I must say, but I'm used to that,
especially from people I love and care about. I'm happy for you, Mike. And
don't worry, Tom and whoever else you want...I trust your judgment..."

"More than I deserve after all I've done..."

"All you've done...my, my, whatever are you referring to? The 1970s? Or was
it the 80s? Water under the bridge. Gone times. You can stay here forever
if you'd like."

"But your house...don't you need it?"

"Mike. I have dozens of houses and apartments all over the world. Some I
bought so long ago...so long ago...oh, so long ago, that I forget I have
them ...forgot even where some of them are..."  The Doctor thought about
this.  "Even reserved rooms in hotels. I knew a few Tommys in my
day. Cecil, Tommy, and what was his name. Gerald. Brothers in a hotel in
London. Carlton Grange Hotel. Or was that a different one? I used to
sunbath on the roof. "

"Yes, I'm sure."  Mike new of the Doctor's rambling but...he didn't want to
point it out. Not in this moment of rare calm for both of them. Usually
they were wrapped up in some kind of action and trouble.

"Naked."

Mike coughed. "Uhhh, okay. Yeah, sure. That must have been a sight."

"I think that hotel was somewhere in London's West End. "

"I knew you had or have a house in Kent but frankly, I thought the
TARDIS..."

"Well, that's really my home. The others were just...a sort of ends to a
mean. Or a mean to an end? Would it surprise you to know, the Brig has a
private yacht in the Caribbean and a large ancestral home in Italy?"

"No. He told me all that."

"He did?"

"Yeah, at your Christmas Party."

"Ahhh," The Doctor said, "I forgot that."

"How? How could you forget your own party?"

"Let me ask you something, Mr. Yates. You went college, no?"

"Yes."

"And you had friends in most of your classes, yes?"

Mike shrugged, "Yeah, so?"

"Do you remember every single one of them and their names?"

"I...there was this one girl..."

"And?"

Mike thought, "She was nice and called me. But I do remember she wanted a
call back for me, a tit for tat sort of thing. I found that a strange way
to conduct a friendship...I mean that's all it was--was a friendship."

"Do you remember her name?"

"No," Mike seemed shocked, "I don't. Or where she lived."

"And that's just, what, a mere 35 years ago or more? Think about what it is
like for me. Sometimes I don't even have a memory of even most intimate
friends..."  The Doctor said, "But they're there...somewhere. I have to try
to remember them. For a Time Lord it's a bit easier but harder because
there are so many more years and names and peoples and events..."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean..."


"No. No, it's all right. It's hard for me to fathom. I can't imagine how it
must be for a human to understand what it is like. And to forget ...it's
not something I want to do. I mean sometimes, it just makes moving on...say
without Sarah Jane or Jo Grant... easier to not remember the closeness we
all used to have."  He paused.

"What's wrong?"

"I just remembered a Tom. Tom Streeter. Retired police detective. And...and
I had a barn adjoining a derelict farmhouse. In Wales. The Brig set that up
for me. To work on the TARDIS. Bless him. WD Property—Keep out. And a
new car named Betsy, not Bessie. Bless them both two. I also had a country
cottage, some hours away from Hampshire. I believe it was over 400 years
old. There was a fire there. And before that, I met someone named...Charlie
Fisher. Wow, that name is a blast from the past."

"The literal past?"

"Yes. Young Charlie was from 1863 I believe. And Jed Felix and Nick Willard
helped me against the second...or it third, Zeron invasion attempt. And a
man named Joe was a friend of mine, too. He was blind. But not to most
things. He knew stuff about me before I did. Do. Or something. I'm
rambling."

"Sounds like you need to but I do need to sit down," Mike did so. The
Doctor sat next to him and just looked at him. "Are you all there?"

"Have I ever been?"  The Doctor smiled and petted Captain, who rested his
head on the Doctor's knee for some petting to occur.

"Charles Rogers. Tom Phipps. Pete Trent. Arnold. I think I've known more
boys than girls, Mike."

"Me, too."

"No, I mean why would I forget more boys than girls?"

"I do have a theory but I don't know if you're ready to...or want to...hear
it."

"I had a house in Kent once. At the end of the lane. Allen
Road. Vincent. And a whole floor in a Hilton, Singapore. That rhymes."

Mike put forth this, "My theory?"

The Doctor was about to say something but winced and let out a loud moan.

Mike stood up quickly, "What is it?"

The Doctor jumped up, clearly still in pain but making jokes, "Wibbsey's
cookies always had that effect on me. Have to go."

"Loo? You remember where it is, don't you?"

"No, I have to leave. It's been good seeing you again, Mike. But I have to
visit others...bye Mary. Michael Alexander Raymond Yates. Mary, ha! Oh
yes!!!! FITS!"  The Doctor shook his arm and left via the open doors which,
instead of leading into the summer breeze, lead into the TARDIS.  "Just a
small tease..."

"Not so small," Mike murmured as the TARDIS started to vanish, the summer
day behind it showing through the translucent images of the blue police
box.  "Bye, Doc. Maybe someday soon, you'll realize that you're gay, too."

Dead Silence. Surface of the Moon. Craters. Moon Rocks. A planted US
flag. Death dancing. No sound. Piercing wheezing, groaning sound. Silence
again. TARDIS appears over a crater. The Doctor looks at the small scanner
screen. "Can't we get it right, again? I mean right inside the Moon
base..."  Without any sound, the TARDIS vanishes from over the crater,
leaving a myriad of stars hanging in the Moon sky.  The base was not, at
this present year, very large. It was, the Doctor noted, very white. Much
whiter than the times he'd seen it. Of course, it would be expanded,
widened. The TARDIS appeared in the largest room. When the sounds of it
appearing started, a young blond girl raised an alarm.  By the time, the
Doctor pushed open the doors which this time, unceremoniously opened for
him inward. "That's odd."  He turned to see five men in green, gray, and
white uniforms of the Moon base, all aiming stun guns at him. "Don't you
think that's odd? I do, I mean she...he's never opened those doors inward
that much. It could be the inner door syndrome. She misses those inner
doors. I might reinstate that."  He shook his head and realized what was
going on. "I think it's not odd that you don't use projectile weapons..."

The blond woman was there and put her hand up. "Doctor, is that...that
you?"

"Liz?"  The Doctor squinted at her and at this point had his hands up in
the air, "May I lower..."  he moved forward but stopped as she saw the
concern of the men holding stun guns at him. "Projectile weapons at this
stage of YOUR moon base could really damage things. I must show you
Elizabeth Shaw ...how to bulk it all up."

The woman nodded and the men lowered their weapons. "They're lasers,
Doctor. And I'm..."

"Liz Shaw, it IS good to see you again."  He hugged her.

"Doctor, I'm Liz but Holub...I lived in Prague. You were the little man
with the funny hat. We've met, remember?"

"Ahh, yes, the, ahhh, the little girl who wanted revenge and wanted to blow
things up."  He pointed and nodded.  He became serious, "Where is Liz
Shaw?"

This younger girl tried to explain to this nutter, "Liz Shaw was my
mother. She died..."

"Oh, that. That'll be fixing itself in just a moment as my actions catch up
...or rather time catches up to my actions..."

An older woman appeared at a console and in a large command chair. She
turned to see the TARDIS in the corner of the room, the rows of windows
along the walls, some behind it, that showed the Moon outside and the
horizon, with Earth behind that. A huge blue ball of white clouds.
"Doctor...is that ...what have you been doing?"  She stood up.

"Saying goodbye properly this time," he moved to her and grabbed her arms
and hugged her to his body.

She laughed, "Same old, same old, Doctor. It IS good to see you."

"Different old, different old, Doctor."

"Mother, step back from him," the younger girl said. She looked at a Geiger
counter held by another man, a smaller man.

"Oh, don't worry about that. The radiation is contained within me. Can't
hurt any of you now."

"Are you?"  Liz stopped and put a pipe down.

The Doctor took the pipe, "Are you...still smoking this wretched thing?"

Liz took it back, "I will quit, sir."

"I'm not the Brigadier," The Doctor said, "You don't have to call me sir."

"I will," Liz smiled, "I will quit. But why have you come here now?
Regenerating? From this radiation problem?"

"No. Yes, well, not yet. I still a few more stops to make. People to do,
things to say goodbye to."  The Doctor nodded. "I just thought saying
goodbye to you, properly was the way to go."

"I'm sorry about how things left off with us, the last time," she said.

"Ahh, don't worry about that," he nodded, "And you've done all right for
yourself, big shiny Moonbase girl."

She laughed, "Yes, and we've made peace with those Silurians finally."

"Yeah," the Doctor said warily, "Just be careful. A few of them can be a
bit frisky..."

"Doctor," Liz laughed. "Are you all right?"

"Nah. Don't worry about it, I have 3999993456788 billion lives," he smiled,
"You know me."

"I am beginning to."

"Liz," the Doctor took her arms again, "I wanted to tell you this. You
were...well, you were, out of all the people that ever helped me. You were
the most brilliant. I mean absolutely brill. Brilliant. You're brilliant."

"Next to you..."  Liz turned red.

"No, it was you who helped to stop that disgusting bacterial infection that
that piece of..."  he looked up at the younger Liz, her daughter. "...that
the Young Silurian unleashed..."

"That's all over now," Liz smiled, "Are you sure you don't want to
regenerate here?"

"You'd love to see it, wouldn't you?"

"I sure would."  Liz smiled, "But I don't mean to make you feel like a lab
rat..."

"Oh, the Lab Rats will do all right for themselves in three years time..."

"There you go again," she smiled, "We do have comfortable rooms here for
you to..."

"No, I really must pop off," he moved back to the TARDIS but came forward
again and kissed he on the mouth, "Good bye, Liz, Keep a look out for me in
some new body, some time."

"I will, Doctor."

"And stop smoking."

"I will," she frustrated, "Still telling me what to do."

"I wouldn't want to have go back again and save you...never mind."

"What?"

"Those events will never happen so need to worry. You'll have other
concerns soon, though," he saluted and went into the TARDIS.


 "He's so strange," Liz's daughter nodded, "How ever did you get along with
him?"

"I..."  she wanted to say she didn't but that wouldn't be true. It was true
she never felt happy with the full on military of UNIT. Yet, here she was
on the secret Moonbase, a mix of military and science communities of all
Earth. Mostly NASA American. "I don't know. I just did. He used to drive me
mad. And the Brig, too."  They realized that through their talk the TARDIS
pushed itself through one of its longer dematerializations.



A yellow roadster. A tall man in a suit. "This is going to be all the
rage."  The family that he showed the car to wasn't impressed and moved
on. A figure behind him started to talk.  He smiled but then he turned
around and saw someone that could only be...

"Corporal Be...no, that's not right. Warrant Officer Class One
Bent. Regimental Sergeant Major. Lieutenant. Is it Lieu..."

"Ten Ant."  Benton stressed. "I don't believe it. I do. It's you."

"You can tell?"

"I mean it's you. Of course, I can tell."

"Not really making a fuss, are you?"

"Why should I? I've seen...what? Five...six...seven..."  He started
counting on one hand how many Doctors he'd encountered and lost track.  He
became serious and frightened. His voice deepened, "Why are you here?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

Benton fumbled over his words, "Oh, not that I'm not glad to see you but
I..."


"'Mmm not glad to see me?"

"It's just that...well, where you tend to show up...all..."

"...hell tends to break loose?"

"Yeah and I've got three kids now and seven grandchildren and...a wife
and..."

"Wife? I always thought..."

"Well, there was that one time with Stuart...but yeah. Husband now," he
lifted his hand to show his wedding ring.  "I mean me the husband. Married
to a wife. I just...when you show up," Benton looked around nervously. He
looked at the sky and then down at the manhole cover in the street, half
expecting a Cyberman to pop up out of it.


"Disaster is either just ahead of me or right behind me. And I bring the
storm in my wake and I have one constant companion?"

"What? Jo Grant?"

"No, Mr. Benton. Death. Death is my one constant companion."

Benton frowned, "Doc, don't you think, I mean we've known each other a very
long time. 1968 and all that. Don't you think it's high time that you
called me John."

The Doctor thought a second. He could have sworn he knew Benton's first
name.  "John? Is that really your first name? Are you sure?"

"Maybe you should get to know your friends better than your enemies?"
Benton said light heartedly.

But the Doctor knew it was true. "John. Well, if I did that, then I
wouldn't get to stop my enemies from killing my friends. I mean you were
supposed to die when the Kraals invaded the Earth and replaced you with a
fake Ben...John. Benjohn, now there's a name. Tell me, boy, what do you
think of the name Benjamie?"

"What?"

"Just a thought," the Doctor had one in his mind.

"Doctor, are you all right?"

"Not really."

"You're going to change again, sir? Aren't you?"  Benton took a step
forward.

"Yeah, but hopefully not here. More peeps to visit. Plus this place..."
The Doctor looked around and saw some Victorian homes. "Where are we,
anyway? What is this place?"

"Swansea."

"Oh, right," The Doctor was not impressed. "Oh. Oh, well, Swansea. Right."
He nodded his head, "That's...are you sure?"

"Yeah."  Benton shrugged, "I like it here."

"Yeah, well, that's what counts," the Doctor said not realizing Benton
leaned into him for an unceremonious hug.  "Oh, all right, big fella."

"Wish I could do more. I'm 78 now, Doctor."

The Doctor pulled a surprised face, "You're quite spry for your age."

Benton ignored him, "And I feel...I know that somehow in some way
you...you're in trouble," Benton hugged the Doctor, with his head now
looking past the Doctor's right shoulder, "Aren't you?"

"Naw, I'll bounce back, always do, like all my life, all my lives," the
Doctor ---THIS Doctor, this ONE of him, always avoided talking about his
"lives" as if this were the only one he had or would have. "I've lived too
long in this one, John Benton."  It was a bright sunny day, a rare sunny
day in August, the Doctor thought. Then, he realized Benton was hugging far
too long and by-passers were starting to notice, too. "You're a very large,
young man," the Doctor said and pulled away.

Benton could have held him longer but didn't. "I just wish I could do
something for you. I feel it's more than just your regenerating...You've
been through many of those, I know, but you wouldn't be this upset by
that..."

"Course not," the Doctor nodded, "Well, then, I'll be off..."

"And I was sorry to hear about the Brigadier..."

"Sorry, why?"  the Tenth Doctor asked.


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"Oh dear," The Doctor stood over the bed of the Brigadier. He was on his
back in bed, the comfortable sheets up to his chest. His arms were at his
side as if he were at attention. He looked...peaceful. The Doctor knew it
was a Sunday by the church bells ringing outside. "I knew it had to come to
this. This is how you were supposed to die. In bed, at home, peaceful. I
wish I knew the year I was in."  He couldn't help it but feel upset
anyway. Tears welled up. Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder. He
turned, half expecting to see Bok the living gargoyle or the Master. He'd
be more comfortable facing them down than he was facing this...the
mortality of his friends and therefore, eventually, of himself.  It was the
Brigadier. He looked younger than the peaceful white haired, well dressed
(well, at least for a man in his PJs) man in the bed.  The Doctor
remembered that uniform was worn by the Brig when the Time Lords exiled him
on Earth. He thought it was from the second year he actually worked for
UNIT. "You? You shouldn't be here. Are you time traveling with someone?"
The Doctor moved to the exit of the room, the door of which was open, and
he looked around the hallway.

This Brig sounded as content and peaceful as the one laying in the bed,
dead. "In a way Doctor. In a manner of speaking. Lots of folk say hello
from where I'm from.  Nothing dies Doctor, nothing's time is ever up,
everybody lives, everyone lasts forever in a way."

"Wait a minute. You can't mean that you're a ...a real..."

"It was good to have known you. It will be a long time but we'll work
together again."

"Work? You...I don't understand."

The Brig put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, "I believe you do. If you
feel it deep down, dig deep down. You'll know."

"The Beast? God. Counter balance?"  The Doctor moved back to the foot of
the bed.

"You're changing again. It will be all right, Doctor. Even if you are
unhappy with your next self...as many people will be...it will be all right
in the end. I have to go now. I'll tell you that he and the rest of
you...splendid chaps, all of you."

"You are...you are a ghost," the Doctor turned and the second Brig was
gone.  He turned to the Brig's body in bed, "You're the splendid chap. Five
rounds of teas are necessary to keep going. I hope dear sweet Doris, gone
now, left some tea in the cupboard. You never restocked. Not that you
needed homeland permission any longer. Goodbye, sweet, sweet friend."


"Zoey?"  The Doctor slammed his open hand into a door and it slid open for
him. It was a futuristic room. In the bed, Zoe was rolling over onto a
woman. "Oh, Ali!"  They were clearly having sex. The Doctor opened his
mouth and walked backwards out the door. It slid shut. It opened again. The
Doctor looked in again and it slid shut. The women never knew he was
there. "I'm guessing she's having a great life."  He backed down the
corridor to the main, spacious room where the TARDIS was parked. A long
ceiling to floor six foot window showed the Earth from space. Zoe was on
the Wheel In Space again. He could see the spiral of the wheel from the
window.



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Francis Crowe, a 90 year old was held by police men. Two others grabbed a
61 year old woman in a smart, olive green business suit...

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"Now, break this up or you will go to prison!"  A policeman said.

"The US," the Doctor broke from rear of the group, having pushed his way to
the front, "September 2009."

"Sir, I'd advise you to..."

"That copper hat. I should like a hat like that. Oh, my giddy aunt!"

"Speaking the time, hats, giddy aunt? Oh my."  Victoria Waterfield squinted
from her spot as two policemen flanked her, the policemen holding an arm
each. "That could only be..."

"We're allowed civil disobedience! We're not being violent!"

That woman was grabbed by a policeman from the crowd. "You are not allowed
to block these premises!"

A larger crowd that the third woman was plucked from was behind the Doctor.

More police arrived in cars that pulled to the side of the group, seemingly
almost ready to crash into the main body of the group. Lawmen rushed out of
the cars, guns drawn. The Doctor looked at them, "Listen, gentlemen...there
IS radioactive contamination under the ground here...this company's
pipes...pipes suck, you know...for the most part...My ship uses the best
pipes though...my point is..."

A policeman pulled a gun on him, "Sir, our job is not to debate the
controversy or agree with it or to think about it in any way whatsoever..."

The Doctor smacked the man's arm down, "Well, my job is to think about it!"

The policeman shut his eyes, trying to drum up the patience not to resort
to violence. "This is supposed to be a non-violent protest."

"Then stop being violent," the Doctor said, "Those three women are all
over..."

Victoria called out from the other side as she was trying to resist the
policemen dragging her away. "Watch yourself, there, Doctor!"

He ignored her, "That woman over there, fighting for our rights, may not
have on satin tights, but she's well over 90!"

"I'm not a day over 60!"  Then she saw him raise an eyebrow. "61!"

Little did she know, he raised it for another reason. She misunderstood
what he meant.

"Not you, Victoria Waterfield. Francis Crowe."  He yelled to her but didn't
take his eyes off the policeman, "Point is: they're old. They're fighting
for what they believe in! And if the men who run this Vermont Yankee
Nuclear Power Station would just check as I have..."

"Sir, you shall be arrested in one second if you don't..."

As more police arrived, the one near the Doctor nodded and they all moved
in on the crowd, which moved back somewhat but stood their ground. "If you
don't believe me, maybe if I show you. You shan't arrest any more!"  The
Doctor held his arms out and his hands flat out, "This is what I found at
those pipes. This is what one touch did to me!"  His hands glowed. The
police man near the Doctor moved back. "Now, you shall stop your attack on
these protestors or I shall give you a taste of what it is they're
fighting!"

"Draw back!"

The Doctor turned to the crowd, "And you shall not block this entrance,
understood?"  Protestors nodded their agreement. Some nearly fainted. A few
ran away. The Doctor turned to the policeman, "Now, I have an urgent
appointment with death...do you?"

The policeman nodded, "No, I hope not. I...thank you for moving them back."

"Don't thank me. If something is not done thanks to these concerned
citizens, you of this entire area will be like me...like
this...dying...dead!"  The Doctor let some of the radiation fire out of his
hands and then he drew it back into himself. "Now, go and tell this to the
politicians you serve!"

"Yes, yes, sir!"  The policeman waved his men off.

"Thank you!"  Victoria yelled as she was taken to a police car with Francis
Crowe.

"Keep up the good work!"  He called.

"Will you be okay?"

The Doctor didn't answer. He pursed his lips together. He stood there like
that, caught in amber, while Victoria watched him from the back seat of the
police car as it drove by him.

The Doctor felt the ground and looked back at the TARDIS, "Good
lad. Scotland. Hi Highlands."  A girl and many children came out of a small
stone building. "Hi highlanders!"  He put his hand up and waved his fingers
around. Great big stupid smile.  "Ahh, Kirsty and your EIGHT children. You
must be Jamie's wife, We've actually met but I was shorter back then..."
the Doctor put his hands out. There was a sort of wooden/stone shack they
all lived in. "And this is what? 1778? It is nice to see..."

Kirsty looked at him. "I don't know who..."

"Who is right," the Doctor smiled. "Look, I hate to rush this but I don't
have much..."


"Is that the Doctor?"  From inside the shack, the Doctor and Jamie's large
family heard Jamie yell. "I'll be right out."

"Ahh, he's glad to see me!"  The Doctor opened his arms wide as Jamie came
out, wearing just a kilt and a top smock.

"Forget the introductions, Doctor! Argh, what's happening to me?"  Jamie
yelled. He was alternately a very old man with a beard and a decrepit body,
that he had let go and a 54 year and distinguished in shape man. His many
children looked around helplessly. "Doctor, what have ye done to thee?"

"You remember me!"  the Doctor clasped his own hands, "How nice. The three
or four mind wipes shan't have held."

Jamie rolled his eyes, "Aye, forget that, do something! I'm being aged to
death!"

"I know how you feel, Jamie. On one occasion..."  The Doctor looked at
Jamie's bare feet and they were withering and de-withering before his eyes.
Kirsty ran at Jamie to hold him but the Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled
her back, "No, don't touch him! None of you touch him! Don't worry, Jamie!"
The Doctor ran and touched his old friend's arm, "I'll save you!"  Jamie
rolled his eyes as the Doctor ran into the TARDIS which was parked very
close to the house. Kirsty drew the children back.

"Doctor!"  Jamie called, "It's like there's two of me! It's killing me."

The Doctor came running back outside the TARDIS doors and he held a two
foot long, silver box with diodes and three turning radar like devices on
the top of it.  "Okay, Scottish Family Robinson, stand way back," the
Doctor pushed some of the children back with his body and he nodded for a
handsome 15 year old boy to come over and hold the box and had to nod a
great deal. The boy held it in muscled hands using muscled arms. "My, but
he's a hot one, Jamie you sure do know how to make em."

"Doctor, what's wrong with ye? I'm dying!"

"Your Scottish hasn't changed...always loved that bit about you. And your
knees. Great knees."  The Doctor fiddled with dials on the sides of the
box, running about it as the Jamie's hot son watched in terror. "You see,
most of my companions have two lives. One where they died early and one
where they didn't. It's my fault really most of the time..."

"Aye, that bit I can believe," Jamie gasped. "Doc...tor, I'm finding it
hard to breath."

"Hang on, I've almost got it," the Doctor put his glasses on and eyed one
of the radars, "See, you have two lives Jamies, I mean Jamie, two time
lines. One where he died heroically saving the Earth against the Cybermen
and the World Shaper! I just erase that timeline like I did for Dodo..."

"Dodo? You're a dodo, Doctor!"  Jamie scolds.

"No use calling me names, my dear old chap. Sorry about the old," the
Doctor looked under the box and at the boy's crotch. "Never hurts to check
the whole thing out, the entire packet as they say."  He looked at the top
of it, "Maybe just a bit more of energy..."  He raises his hand over the
device and radiation spouts from his fingers into the box. The son's eyes
grew wide as he watched. "Don't worry, son, it won't hurt you. I can
control that."

Jamie's face wrinkled, unwrinkled, older, younger, older. Eyes shut closer
together, opened, shut. Hands gnarled, ungnarled.

"Hurt my son and I'll run ye through, Doctor," Jamie yells as his face
changed into a very old man with a beard and then a younger man without.

"Wouldn't dream of hurting him, James McCrimmon unless he wanted to be
hurt," the Doctor smiled, "Just joking."

"Going fast, Doctor, goodbye Kirsty, farewell Doctor!"

"Hold on, Jamie," the Doctor turned the radar with his hand, "I'll get it
right this time. Don't give up, you never have before. I'm just separating
the two timelines, one will split into another universe where you save us
all and die as an old crazy man...and the other will be where you live
happily with your family here..."

"Which will this one be?"  Jamie gasped as his entire family vanished
including the boy holding the Doctor's box machine. The Doctor jumped down
and just caught it before it smashed onto the ground below him. He had to
lay himself out flat to catch it. When he stood up, he saw Jamie as the
very old man. "Noooo! Not this one!"

The Doctor looked, "The machine's still working but...I'm sorry, Jamie. I'm
so so very, very sorry."

"Forget the apologies!"  Jamie was the old, old man. "I'm going to die,
too!"


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