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liii. end of time (part 06)

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THEREโ€™S DEAD SILENCE IN Naismithโ€™s study as everyone takes in the full weight of Violetโ€™s words, the Master and the Doctor staring at the younger member of their species with something akin to horror and disbelief, but overall not entirely sure what to think about what theyโ€™ve just been told. However, no matter what they think, thereโ€™s not enough time to get the full story from her, so they push it to the backs of their minds and continue with what they were doing.

โ€œListen to it,โ€ the Master pleads. โ€œListen.โ€

โ€œThen letโ€™s find it,โ€ the Doctor suggests. โ€œYou and me.โ€

โ€œExcept. Oh. Oh, wait a minute. Oh, yes. Oh, thatโ€™s good.โ€

โ€œWhat? What is?โ€

โ€œThe noise exists within my head, and now within six billion heads. Everyone on Earth can hear it. Imagine. Oh. Oh, yes.โ€ The Masterโ€™s skeleton becomes briefly visible again.

โ€œThe Gate wasnโ€™t enough. Youโ€™re still dying.โ€

โ€œThis body was born out of death. All it can do is die. But what did you say to me, back in the wasteland? You said the end of time.โ€

โ€œI said something is returning. We were shown a prophecy. Thatโ€™s why I need your help.โ€

โ€œWhat if Iโ€™m part of it? Donโ€™t you see? The drumbeat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now itโ€™s been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those signals. I could find its source. Oh, Doctor. Thatโ€™s what your prophecy was. Me!โ€ He spreads his arms out to his sides and then slaps the Doctor. โ€œWhereโ€™s the TARDIS?โ€

โ€œNo. Just stop. Just think.โ€

โ€œKill him,โ€ the blond man barks to a guard, motioning to Wilfred.

A helmeted guard goes over to Wilfred, but Violet notices something odd about them. Theyโ€™re too tall to be a copy of the Master.

โ€œI need that technology, Doctor. Tell me where it is, or the old man is dead.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t tell him,โ€ Wilfred spits.

โ€œIโ€™ll kill him right now!โ€

The Doctor shakes his head. โ€œActually, the most impressive thing about you is that after all this time, youโ€™re still bone dead stupid.โ€

โ€œTake aim.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve got six billion pairs of eyes, but you still canโ€™t see the obvious, can you?โ€

โ€œLike what?โ€

โ€œThat guard is one inch too tall.โ€

The guard knocks out the Master with his rifle butt, then removes his helmet to reveal a green spiky head - Rossiter. โ€œOh my God, I hit him. Iโ€™ve never hit anyone in my life.โ€

Green Addams runs in. โ€œWell, come on. We need to get out of here fast.โ€

Violet stands and walks over to her fatherโ€™s prone body, crouching down beside him and staring down at the familiar face that appears to be so innocent. Addams frees Wilfred while Rossiter releases the Doctor.

โ€œGod bless the cactuses,โ€ Wilfred declares, making Violet smile.

โ€œThatโ€™s cacti,โ€ the Doctor replies.

โ€œThatโ€™s racist,โ€ Rossiter snaps, still struggling with the Doctorโ€™s bindings.

โ€œCome on!โ€ Addams snaps. โ€œWeโ€™ve got to get out.โ€

โ€œThereโ€™s too many buckles and straps.โ€

โ€œJust wheel him.โ€

โ€œNo, no, no. Get me out,โ€ the Doctor protests as Rossiter does just that. โ€œNo, no, no, donโ€™t. Donโ€™t! No, no, no.โ€

Violet leaves her fatherโ€™s side and follows the Vinvocci, Wilfred and the Doctor, closing the big doors behind her. She listens as the three aliens bicker between themselves about where they should go, but they all know that the Doctor really has no say due to his current state. They head down the corridor and into the basement, only for the Master to run in with armed guards.

Addams presses her wristwatch and the five of them vanish, leaving the Master and his minions behind. Violet looks around once theyโ€™re on solid ground and notes that theyโ€™re in the teleport room of a Vinvocci salvager spaceship; a spaceship made from very large round modules that remind Violet of the console room in the TARDIS.

โ€œNow get me out of this thing,โ€ the Doctor demands.

โ€œDonโ€™t say thanks, will you,โ€ Addams sasses, undoing the buckles.

โ€œHeโ€™s not going to let us go. Just hurry up and get me out!โ€

Wilfred looks out of a nearby window. โ€œOh, my goodness me. Weโ€™re in space!โ€

Violet smiles and looks out the window, down at planet Earth below them, trillions of galaxies shimmering in the dark depths of space. Despite the peace outside, thereโ€™s yelling and chaos inside with the Doctor ordering Addams and Rossiter to get him out of his bindings and off the wheelie. They finally get the Doctor free, and he instantly zaps the teleport controls with his sonic screwdriver.

โ€œWhereโ€™s your flight deck?โ€ the Doctor demands.

โ€œBut weโ€™re safe,โ€ Addams says in confusion. โ€œWeโ€™re a hundred thousand miles above the Earth.โ€

โ€œAnd heโ€™s got every single missile on the planet ready to fire.โ€

โ€œGood point.โ€

Addams, Rossiter and the Doctor run out. The Doctor returns to gently lead Wilfred away from the window, making Violet smile at how caring her husband is of the old man. She follows the two to the flight deck, listening to her husband yelling that they have to close it down, and the Vinvocci reply with their usual โ€œweโ€™re going homeโ€ and โ€œweโ€™re just a salvage teamโ€ as well as something about politics having nothing to do with them unless thereโ€™s a carnival. The Doctor sonically sabotages the flight controls and the whole spaceship goes dark, making Violet panic.

โ€œShush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush,โ€ the Doctor warns.

โ€œNo sign of any missiles. No sign of anything,โ€ Addams informs. โ€œYouโ€™ve wrecked the place!โ€

โ€œThe engines are burnt out. All weโ€™ve got is auxiliary lights,โ€ Rossiter complains. โ€œEverything else is kaput. We canโ€™t move. Weโ€™re stuck in orbit.โ€

โ€œThanks to you, you idiot!โ€

Addams leaves, Rossiter following only moments later, leaving Violet, the Doctor and Wilfred alone on the flight deck.

โ€œI know you, though. I bet youโ€™ve got a plan, havenโ€™t you? Eh? Come on. Youโ€™ve always got a trick up your sleeve. Nice little bit of the old Doctor flim-flam-โ€ he does a Tommy Cooper impression- โ€œsort of thing? Eh? Oh, blimey.โ€

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