Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 73 by The Gallifrey Chronicles

Author:The Gallifrey Chronicles
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Chapter Seven - The Edge of Destruction 113 TARDIS. It felt wrong to run. He knew he needed Marnal’s help. Together, the two of them could come up with answers. More than that. . . actions had consequences. The Doctor had to face up to that. If you can’t do the time, don’t be a Time Lord. However, this had to be done on equal terms. This was Marnal’s turf, he had an assistant and he had a gun. The Doctor had to find a way to even up the odds a little. He pressed forward again, but stubbed his toe on a small table. He bit his lip, tried to steady the table, winced as the telephone directory fell on to the carpet with a thud that seemed to echo around the house. The Doctor hesitated, and looked down. It almost felt like cheating. The crowd had chuckled a couple of times at the first one, they’d loved the Beatles song, but he thought it needed something a bit faster so he’d finished off with that Dramarama number he liked. He’d given Emma and her friend something to live up to. One of the university students there had said he was ‘well weapon’, which was apparently a good thing. When he was younger, Eitz had dreamt of playing big concerts to thousands of screaming women, dozens of whom - even just statistically, he felt - would lust after him. There comes a point, and it’s when you’re still ridiculously young, when you realise you’re too old to be a pop star. He’d comfortably passed that point long before he’d even met the Doctor, whatever he’d kept telling himself. But there he had been tonight, in a pub where a couple of dozen honest people had really appreciated what he’d done. And, after some of them had bought him a beer, Eitz was now on his way home with his beautiful blonde girlfriend on his arm and tomorrow morning. . . Well, he was living in the future now. Ever morning would be tomorrow morning. He’d been paid £10 and his singing tonight wouldn’t make him famous, but Eitz didn’t think he’d ever been happier, at any point in his life. Trix was hugging him as they walked up to the hotel. There was a large man standing just in front of the entrance. He wore a dark suit and was holding up his ID. There were a couple of uniformed officers behind him. ‘Patricia Joanne Pullman?’ he asked. ‘Yes, I - Eitz, run!’ She turned to get away, but there was already another uniform waiting for her. He grabbed her shoulder.

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