Post by Oldmankrondas on May 24, 2011 11:35:52 GMT
The Doctor and Sarah had followed the tyre tracks until they reached a large gate leading out on to the busy main road back into London. 'Well now what?' Sarah sighed.
The Doctor produced the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and waved it around for a few seconds. 'We go back to the car.'
George raised the gun to the creatures face as it advanced on him, teeth bared. He looked back at his daughter, grinned, then pulled the trigger, the creature dropped off the screen and the words LEVEL COMPLETE appeared on the screen. He added his name to the leader board, holstered the light blue plastic pistol and stepped down from the raised platform, returning to his daughter who was sat at the burger bar. 'Well how about that then?'
Anna smiled, taking a sip of her coke. 'High Score? I'm impressed.'
George shrugged. 'Well when you've faced down a Gnordan invasion fleet, a computer game is a refreshing change of pace.'
Anna took one final bite of her burger then slid the tray to the side and rose to her feet. 'Where now?'
'What about a film?'
'Sure, there's a cinema just down the road from here. Dad...' Anna looked at her father, who seemed so happy, so full of life, so excited to be living 13 years in his future. It had to be him, hadn't it? '...nothing.'
The Doctor and Sarah had returned to the car, the family were now loading their picnic back into their own vehicle. 'Do you have a sat nav?' the Doctor asked, still holding on to the sonic.
Sarah shook her head. 'Sat nav? Not at all, come on Doctor, did we need anything other than a map when were off investigating strange goings on in the English countryside?'
The Doctor smiled. 'No, no I don't suppose we did...' he trailed off, eyes resting on the picnic family, getting back inside their car. He strode off, quickening his pace to catch them before they left. Reaching the car, he knocked on the window of the drivers seat, the father rolled down his window. 'Hello, I'm with Halfords...' he flashed what looked to Sarah like a leather wallet with a blank piece of paper in it. '...you've got a faulty Sat Nav, we've had a couple of them lead our customers right into rivers, shop windows, they're a nightmare. I'll need to retain yours for inspection.'
The father, eyes raised, looked to his wife who was already ripping the sat nav off the dashboard. He passed it through the window. 'Will we be getting a replacement?' he mumbled, slightly taken aback.
The Doctor, clamping the sonic between his teeth, holding the sat nav in one hand, fished around in his pocket with the other; producing a slip of paper and a biro, passing it to the father. 'If you could leave your address with me, we'll make sure you get a brand new one. Halfords apologises for any inconvenience caused.' The Doctor pocketed the address then stepped away from the car as it reversed back onto the main road, he turned to Sarah who looked utterly bemused.
'What on Earth was all that in aid of?'
The Doctor grinned mischievously, before opening the back of the Sat Nav and began tearing out wires and reconnecting them to the sonic. 'I'm wiring the Sonic Screwdriver into the Sat Nav, I took a sample of the crafts energy signature which we can follow using the Sat Nav...all very complicated, I'll explain later.'
'No you won't.' grinned Sarah.
The Site Manager was pacing the floor of the Portakabin, incredibly nervous, he never liked dealing with Tour Managers, they would always find something that wasn't right and everything would need to be changed which meant he had to tell everyone they wouldn't be going home to their nice warm beds tonight. There was a knock at the door, and he rushed over to open it; in the doorway stood a tall man with large sunglasses, dressed in a purple suit and dark blue tie. His head was bald and skin incredibly pale, grey almost with a grin like a shark, which was almost a cliche for someone so successful in the entertainment business. 'Mr French I believe?' the tour manager drawled, outstretching a gloved hand.
The site manager, Mr French, shook the outstretched hand. 'Pleased to meet you sir.'
'So then Mr French, I've taken a look at the stage and everything seems to be going according to schedule. I'm very impressed, tell me, will you be watching the show tomorrow?'
'Me? Oh no, I don't go in for all that.'
'You believe it exploits peoples grief for cold hard cash.' the tour manager replied matter of factly.
'I....well....it doesn't matter about me though does it?' French stammered.
'Ah but it does Mr French. We want everyone to be reunited tomorrow. And that includes the doubters.' He removed his sunglasses revealing large, glassy pink eyes. 'What if I could reunite you with the one you've lost....right now, as a reward for finishing the job on time?'
'What the hell are you?' whimpered French as he tried to make for the door of the Portakabin.
'Your childhood sweetheart...she was killed in a jetski accident at 28. So much life left to live, you were to be married, the following spring....so very sad.' He hissed, blocking the doorway. The portakabin filled with golden light, as a young woman in her late twenties began to appear, shoulder length brown hair, a beautiful smile. His Jenny, back with him again, she smiled at him, reaching out her hands motioning for him to join her. He couldn't resist.
Sarah parked the car, the trail had come to a halt and the signal was strong where they were. Both her and the Doctor stepped out of the car, the Doctor holding the Sat Nav and Sonic Screwdriver hybird in his hand as they looked over to the gates of Hyde Park, guarded by two UNIT soldiers. The signal was strong here, the craft was clearly somewhere inside Hyde Park.
The Doctor produced the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and waved it around for a few seconds. 'We go back to the car.'
*
George raised the gun to the creatures face as it advanced on him, teeth bared. He looked back at his daughter, grinned, then pulled the trigger, the creature dropped off the screen and the words LEVEL COMPLETE appeared on the screen. He added his name to the leader board, holstered the light blue plastic pistol and stepped down from the raised platform, returning to his daughter who was sat at the burger bar. 'Well how about that then?'
Anna smiled, taking a sip of her coke. 'High Score? I'm impressed.'
George shrugged. 'Well when you've faced down a Gnordan invasion fleet, a computer game is a refreshing change of pace.'
Anna took one final bite of her burger then slid the tray to the side and rose to her feet. 'Where now?'
'What about a film?'
'Sure, there's a cinema just down the road from here. Dad...' Anna looked at her father, who seemed so happy, so full of life, so excited to be living 13 years in his future. It had to be him, hadn't it? '...nothing.'
*
The Doctor and Sarah had returned to the car, the family were now loading their picnic back into their own vehicle. 'Do you have a sat nav?' the Doctor asked, still holding on to the sonic.
Sarah shook her head. 'Sat nav? Not at all, come on Doctor, did we need anything other than a map when were off investigating strange goings on in the English countryside?'
The Doctor smiled. 'No, no I don't suppose we did...' he trailed off, eyes resting on the picnic family, getting back inside their car. He strode off, quickening his pace to catch them before they left. Reaching the car, he knocked on the window of the drivers seat, the father rolled down his window. 'Hello, I'm with Halfords...' he flashed what looked to Sarah like a leather wallet with a blank piece of paper in it. '...you've got a faulty Sat Nav, we've had a couple of them lead our customers right into rivers, shop windows, they're a nightmare. I'll need to retain yours for inspection.'
The father, eyes raised, looked to his wife who was already ripping the sat nav off the dashboard. He passed it through the window. 'Will we be getting a replacement?' he mumbled, slightly taken aback.
The Doctor, clamping the sonic between his teeth, holding the sat nav in one hand, fished around in his pocket with the other; producing a slip of paper and a biro, passing it to the father. 'If you could leave your address with me, we'll make sure you get a brand new one. Halfords apologises for any inconvenience caused.' The Doctor pocketed the address then stepped away from the car as it reversed back onto the main road, he turned to Sarah who looked utterly bemused.
'What on Earth was all that in aid of?'
The Doctor grinned mischievously, before opening the back of the Sat Nav and began tearing out wires and reconnecting them to the sonic. 'I'm wiring the Sonic Screwdriver into the Sat Nav, I took a sample of the crafts energy signature which we can follow using the Sat Nav...all very complicated, I'll explain later.'
'No you won't.' grinned Sarah.
*
The Site Manager was pacing the floor of the Portakabin, incredibly nervous, he never liked dealing with Tour Managers, they would always find something that wasn't right and everything would need to be changed which meant he had to tell everyone they wouldn't be going home to their nice warm beds tonight. There was a knock at the door, and he rushed over to open it; in the doorway stood a tall man with large sunglasses, dressed in a purple suit and dark blue tie. His head was bald and skin incredibly pale, grey almost with a grin like a shark, which was almost a cliche for someone so successful in the entertainment business. 'Mr French I believe?' the tour manager drawled, outstretching a gloved hand.
The site manager, Mr French, shook the outstretched hand. 'Pleased to meet you sir.'
'So then Mr French, I've taken a look at the stage and everything seems to be going according to schedule. I'm very impressed, tell me, will you be watching the show tomorrow?'
'Me? Oh no, I don't go in for all that.'
'You believe it exploits peoples grief for cold hard cash.' the tour manager replied matter of factly.
'I....well....it doesn't matter about me though does it?' French stammered.
'Ah but it does Mr French. We want everyone to be reunited tomorrow. And that includes the doubters.' He removed his sunglasses revealing large, glassy pink eyes. 'What if I could reunite you with the one you've lost....right now, as a reward for finishing the job on time?'
'What the hell are you?' whimpered French as he tried to make for the door of the Portakabin.
'Your childhood sweetheart...she was killed in a jetski accident at 28. So much life left to live, you were to be married, the following spring....so very sad.' He hissed, blocking the doorway. The portakabin filled with golden light, as a young woman in her late twenties began to appear, shoulder length brown hair, a beautiful smile. His Jenny, back with him again, she smiled at him, reaching out her hands motioning for him to join her. He couldn't resist.
*
Sarah parked the car, the trail had come to a halt and the signal was strong where they were. Both her and the Doctor stepped out of the car, the Doctor holding the Sat Nav and Sonic Screwdriver hybird in his hand as they looked over to the gates of Hyde Park, guarded by two UNIT soldiers. The signal was strong here, the craft was clearly somewhere inside Hyde Park.
