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It’s Day 4 of ‘Bradley’s Basement’s Advent Calendar 2017.
This is where we come to a close in ‘The Second Doctor’s Story’ of ‘The Five Doctors At Christmas’, as today it’s ‘Part Four’ of the adventure. Last time, the Second Doctor, Jamie and Zoe meet little boy Simon and discover that Father Christmas is not what he seems before the deadly Daleks turn up! 🙂
‘The Second Doctor’s Story’ of ‘The Five Doctors At Christmas’ is set after ‘Brain and Heart’.
“Run,” the Doctor cried.
“Where to?” asked a baffled Jamie.
“Don’t ask questions,” said the Doctor urgently. “Just follow me! Come on, run!”
The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon made a run for it. They dashed towards the door into the next carriage, making their escape, just as the Daleks glided in chasing after them. They fired their ray guns, whilst the Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon went through the door.
“Stop them! Stop them!” the Dalek leader barked. “There is no escape! The Doctor and his friends must not escape!”
But it was too late. The Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon were gone. Father Christmas saw them go, as he turned back to the Daleks. The Daleks glared angrily at Father Christmas.
“You let them escape,” the Dalek leader said to Father Christmas. “You shall be punished for this! You shall be punished!”
“Calm down,” said Father Christmas, speaking in a more casual, relaxed tone. “They won’t get far! They’ve fallen right into my trap!”
Meanwhile, the Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon ran down the narrow corridor of the train carriage they were in. The train chugged on nosily whilst the four made their escape.
Jamie looked behind him. “Doctor,” he said. “They’re no following us! The Daleks are…”
“Don’t stop now, Jamie,” Zoe told him. “Keep running! We have to get away!”
They continued down the narrow corridor, until they came to a door where there was a green light glowing from behind it. They stopped running, unsure what to do next.
“Oh,” the Doctor said, “Oh dear! I don’t think we’re going to like what’s behind that door.”
Simon clutched at Zoe, hugging her side, afraid.
“I can’t go in there,” Simon said. “I can’t! That’s where he takes them. The others! That’s where Bad Father Christmas takes the others to his Grotto.”
“The children?!” Zoe exclaimed. “You mean the children are behind there!”
Simon nodded his head.
The Doctor knelt down to Simon and addressed him. “Simon! Listen to me! You’re going to be alright. We’ll look after you. But we have to go through that door!”
Simon shook his head violently, as he still clutched Zoe.
Zoe eased Simon gently off her, as she knelt down and looked at him. “It’s going to be alright, Simon,” she said reassuringly. “We’ll look after you. The Doctor said so. Trust us.”
Simon took a moment before he registered Zoe’s reassurance. He eventually nodded his head. Zoe smiled, gently taking Simon’s hand. Soon, the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon made their way forward. The Doctor turned the door handle to enter Santa’s Grotto.
They entered inside and were shocked by what they saw.
The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe saw the missing children from the train, gathered together in some alcove. They were connected by tubes and wires. Simon didn’t look. He hid his face in Zoe. She protected him whilst moving forward with the Doctor and Jamie. The green light was coming from the alcove. The children stared forward like zombies whilst connected inside the alcove. They weren’t moving. They didn’t seem to be alive.
But when the Doctor checked the children’s pulses in the alcove, he said reassuringly, “No! It’s alright! They’re not dead! Their pulses are still beating.”
“Well that’s something,” Jamie said, relieved. “But what’s it all for, Doctor? Why are all these children inside this chamber of horrors?”
“I don’t know,” the Doctor replied. “But this technology seems familiar.”
“Familiar,” Zoe said, astounded, “How come?”
“Just an instinct I have for these things, Zoe,” the Doctor said. “It’s as if I should know what this technology is. But I don’t seem to…”
The Doctor trailed off a bit. He then recognised something out of the corner of his eye. He went over to investigate.
Jamie and Zoe followed, as they saw the Doctor inspecting a power source container glowing beside the alcove. The Doctor was examining the seal placed on the power source container. They could see he was fascinated and appalled.
“This seal, Jamie; Zoe,” the Doctor told them. “It shouldn’t be here at all!”
“You recognise the seal, Doctor?” Jamie asked him.
“Indeed I do, Jamie,” the Doctor replied. “It’s the seal of…”
“Where’s Simon?” Zoe interrupted.
The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe looked about the room they were in. Apart from the children strapped inside the alcove, Simon had vanished. The TARDIS trio began to panic.
“Well, he was here a minute ago,” Jamie stated. “Where could he have got to?”
“I don’t know,” the Doctor said. “I just don’t know. This seems troubling, doesn’t it?”
At that moment, the carriage door they had just entered through exploded. The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe looked to see the Daleks enter. Father Christmas wasn’t with them.
“Halt! Halt!” the Dalek leader cried out. “You are to be exterminated! Exterminated!”
The Doctor stood in front of Jamie and Zoe to protect them.
“Jamie; Zoe,” the Doctor said reassuringly. “Don’t panic now! We must stay calm! There must be an easy way out!”
But at that moment, the Doctor was suddenly snatched away before Jamie and Zoe’s eyes. They watched, as the Doctor was being teleported away from them. Zoe and Jamie were left alone, without the Doctor; without any help and facing Daleks before them.
“Jamie!” Zoe cried, “What’s happening?! Where did the Doctor go?! He was snatched away!”
“Aye he was,” Jamie replied. “I don’t know where he’s gone to, Zoe. But it looks like we’re in big trouble!”
Jamie and Zoe hugged each other tightly, as the Daleks advanced towards them.
“You will not escape!” the Dalek leader declared. “You will both be exterminated!”
Jamie and Zoe feared the worst, as the Daleks came towards them.
“Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!” they chanted…
TO BE CONTINUED…
© Tim Bradley, 2017