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It’s Day 3 of ‘Bradley’s Basement’s Advent Calendar 2017’.
The story continues in ‘The Second Doctor’s Story’ of ‘The Five Doctors At Christmas’ as we venture into ‘Part Three’ today! Last time, the Second Doctor, Jamie and Zoe discovered a little boy crying aboard the mysterious steam locomotive at Christmas. Can the little boy provide an answer to this mystery?
‘The Second Doctor’s Story’ of ‘The Five Doctors At Christmas’ is set after ‘Brain and Heart’.
Zoe knelt down and gently cuddled the little boy in her arms.
“It’s alright,” Zoe reassured him. “It’s going to be okay. We’re not going to let anyone hurt you or take you away.”
The little boy looked up at Zoe and gave her a little smile. He seemed to like her already.
The Doctor then knelt down to address the boy. He put on his cheeriest smile and greeted him. “Hello there,” he said. “I’m the Doctor. What’s your name?”
The little boy looked at the Doctor. “Simon,” he answered. “My name is Simon.”
“Nice to meet you, Simon,” the Doctor said cheerily. He introduced his companions. “This is Jamie and this is Zoe.”
Simon looked at Jamie and Zoe in turn as the Doctor introduced them. He smiled weakly as he sniffed again. Zoe looked for a handkerchief but couldn’t find one. She then asked the Doctor and Jamie, “Have either of you got a handkerchief?”
Jamie was about to rummage through his pockets before the Doctor quickly slipped out his red handkerchief from his top coat pocket. He handed it over to Simon.
“There you are, Simon,” the Doctor said. “Dry up those eyes of yours!”
Simon took the Doctor’s handkerchief and began to wipe his eyes. He then blew his nose through the handkerchief before handing it back to the Doctor. The Doctor took back the handkerchief gratefully from Simon.
“That’s better,” the Doctor said. “Now then,” he asked Simon, “tell us what all this is about. Why have you been crying? And why are you alone aboard this train?”
“Aye,” Jamie added. “Shouldn’t you be with the other kiddies?”
Simon sniffed again before he gave an answer. “I can’t face them,” he said. “Not again. I won’t be taken to their horrible place. Not ever. I won’t go! I won’t!”
“Who are they, Simon?” Zoe asked. “Are these grown-ups or kids you don’t like?”
Simon sniffed before he answered Zoe’s question. “The robot things,” he said, “Those horrible robots. They said they’ll do terrible things to us. I’m scared of them. I want to go home…To be with mummy and daddy for Christmas.”
“You mean your parents are not with you?” Jamie asked.
Simon shook his head.
“What about Father Christmas, Simon?” the Doctor asked. “Doesn’t he look after you?”
Simon shook his head again. “He’s not Father Christmas,” he answered. “He works for the horrible robot things. He takes kids to his Grotto, but they end up…in robots’ place.”
Simon burst into tears again. Zoe then cuddled him again. She looked at the Doctor. “Doctor, I don’t like the sound of this,” she said.
“No,” the Doctor replied. “Neither do I. There’s something far more sinister than our Mr. Father Christmas is letting on.”
“What do you think we should do then, Doctor?” Jamie asked. “That Father Christmas Sassenach is going to be back here to take us to that Grotto of his. Should we not go?”
The Doctor thought about this for a moment. “No,” he replied. “We’ll wait here. See what happens. Discover what all this is about. Find out what’s really happening here.”
The Doctor then knelt down towards Simon and addressed him again.
“Simon, listen to me,” he began. “Father Christmas is about to head back here to pick me and my friends to see his Grotto. You have to help us! We need you to…”
“No!” shouted Simon, protesting. “I’m not going with them! Not ever! I’m not going with Bad Father Christmas and his robot friends!”
“Please Simon,” Zoe said. “You have to trust us! We can help you!”
“No” shouted Simon again. “I won’t! I won’t!”
At that moment, Father Christmas re-entered the carriage. He came in with a cheerful grin. He smiled benignly at the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe.
“Ah,” Father Christmas said. “You’re still here, are you? Good! I’ve found the Christmas sack…” He then noticed Simon for the first time. “Oh! You found one of my missing children,” he said. “That’s good. He can come with us to see my Grotto…”
“Mr. Father Christmas,” the Doctor interrupted as he stood up and looked seriously at the red-suited figure. “I’m afraid we’re not going to join you! Not today! That includes me, my friends and this little boy we’ve met!”
“Oh come on,” Father Christmas said cheerily. “It’ll be worth seeing my Grotto. The children will become so excited! It’ll reassure them of the Christmas spirit…”
“Hey, you red-suited swindler,” Jamie interrupted him. “If the Doctor says we’re no coming, we’re no coming!”
Zoe, clutching Simon’s hand, went up to Jamie and spoke quietly. “Be careful, Jamie,” Zoe said. “Don’t go too far.”
However, Father Christmas’ cheeriness turned into a sour sombre mode as he addressed the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon. “Oh I’m afraid I must insist,” he said. “You will come and visit my Grotto. There’s no escaping that!”
“Oh?” the Doctor said, feeling slightly taken aback by Father Christmas’ words. “And what makes you so sure we will come with you?”
Father Christmas then pointed a finger at something behind the Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon. “Because of them,” he told them.
Unbeknown to them, ‘some things’ had entered the train carriage from behind the TARDIS trio with their new found friend. They turned round and the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon were shocked by what they saw.
“It’s them! It’s them!” Simon screamed with fright. “They’ve come! They’ve come for me!”
Zoe, Jamie and the Doctor kept Simon beside them, as they stared horrified at the three machine-like creatures that entered the train carriage. The Doctor knew what they were. He had faced them so many times before. They were Daleks!
“Surrender Doctor!” the lead Dalek barked out loudly and threateningly. “You and your friends are now prisoners of the Daleks! There is no escape! Resist…and you will be exterminated!!!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
© Tim Bradley, 2017