Doctor Who: The Good Doctor by Juno Dawson

Author:Juno Dawson [Dawson, Juno]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ebury Publishing
Published: 2018-10-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Under armed guard, the Doctor and Graham were driven back to Old Town and then frogmarched into the Temple. As they walked over the bridge in a convoy of monks and Temple guards, Graham could sense sadness coming off the Doctor in powerful waves but said nothing. What could he possibly say? Lovely, sweet, young Yasmin. What would they tell her family? He blinked back tears.

Dawn had broken. Two beautiful sunrises popped out of the sea, like a pair of pink grapefruits, but Graham didn’t even see them. All he could think about was Yaz.

‘I want him found,’ Mykados said. ‘How could he just vanish?’

‘He’s an angel!’ the Doctor shouted. ‘Maybe he sprouted wings and flew away!’

Makris and Mykados turned around and glared at her. She glared right back.

‘Yeah,’ Graham whispered to her. ‘But where is he, really?’

‘I have no idea,’ the Doctor said through her teeth. ‘He was there one minute and gone the next. Maybe he really did vanish into thin air.’

They were, of course, talking about Ryan. On one hand, he’d get a clip round the earhole for wandering off, but on the other Graham hoped his step-grandson was working on getting them out of this fix.

They were steered back into the Temple and marched all the way back to Mykados’s reading room. ‘Guard the door please,’ Mykados told one of the Temple guards. ‘But wait outside.’

The guard nodded and closed the door behind himself, leaving them alone with Mykados. The Doctor slumped down in the armchair, looking like a surly teenager. ‘Go on, then,’ she said. ‘Let’s get it over with.’

Graham hung back in the corner of the library, quite happy to let the Doctor be the Doctor once more.

‘Get what over with?’ Mykados asked.

‘The inevitable interrogation. Who are we? Where have we come from? What do we want? But given that you just dropped a mineshaft on my best friend’s head, I’m not feeling especially cooperative, it must be said.’

Mykados walked slowly around the grand desk and sat in his creaky chair. The reading room smelled of incense and centuries old paper. It took Graham all the way back to Sunday School in Chingford when he was a little boy. ‘If your friend is as celestial as you claim, she’ll be perfectly safe, won’t she?’

The Doctor didn’t take her eyes off Mykados. ‘Oh, I hope for your sake that’s true.’

‘Is that a threat?’

‘Yes. You’ll wish I was a myth.’

‘I knew it. You’re charlatans, the lot of you! I wouldn’t be surprised if this is some nonsense Pry and his cronies concocted.’

The Doctor smiled. ‘Oh no, that’s the plot twist! You’re almost right! We did come to Lobos before, and I suppose we did save the world. All true! The Temple has just either got some parts mixed up or, worst-case scenario, wilfully manipulated them to spread propaganda.’

‘Oh really?’ Mykados said making a steeple with his fingers under his pointed chin. ‘And, pray tell, which parts did we get wrong in your humble opinion?’

‘Well, for one thing,’ the Doctor said with a broad smile, ‘I’m the Good Doctor.

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