Doctor Who Heart of Tardis

Author:Dave Stone
Format: mobi

With the general decline of commercial shipping in the latter half of the twentieth century, London Docklands had become redundant; real estate ripe for the clearing and property developing that in very real terms embodied the Spirit of the Age. In other words: a collection of uninhabitable, partially completed architectural white elephants built on the cheap by money-grabbing jackals.

„There you go, sweetheart,‟ Slater said as he pulled the Sierra into the shadow of Pyramid Wharf, the half-built tower block that would one day be seen from every point in „London, much as those who saw it might wish they couldn‟t. „That‟s the place this Doctor of yours told us about.‟

„Very nice,‟ said Romana, brushing at some errant cigarette ash that had found its way on to her gown. She had cracked a window on the drive to avoid breathing in the fug of smoke coming from McCrae but, in any case, what with the general air pollutants of this primitive society in any case, she‟d had to shut down two-thirds of her lung capacity completely. She could feel the pollution doing her harm.

Slater peered through the windscreen at the block. The superstructure was up, but only the first fifteen floors had so far been installed in some module-based building process. There didn‟t seem to be any actual work going on, for all it was a weekday, and the only vehicles in evidence were dormant earth movers. There was no sign of any conveyance that might have served the dangerous agents of some mysterious enemy force -

and this, so far as one Daniel Michael Slater was concerned, was all to the good.

„Now, what I think we should do, darling,‟ said McCrae, speaking Slater‟s mind for him, „is scout out the area for a while. Sit tight and wait for developments...‟

He realised that he was talking to thin air. Romana had left the car, slammed the door behind her and was storming for the block; the way she moved showing that her attitude could have been summed up in two words. And they weren‟t „bless you‟.

„Oh, bollocks,‟ said Slater, as visions of a tranquil afternoon spent smoking in the car and drinking tea from a Thermos went out of the window. „That‟s torn it. I suppose we‟d better show a bit of willing.‟

„I suppose we‟d better had.‟ McCrae sighed. „Oh well, by the looks of it, if there ever was anybody here, they‟re long gone.‟

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