At long last, this is done. I don’t know how well it’s done – judge that for yourself.
Martha sat against the wall, trying to catch her breath and calm down, while the Doctor muttered to himself. “Right, I can override the door from here, but it’s no use trying that without clearing those things out. If I – oh, of course!” He pulled himself up. “Martha! Brace yourself against that wall there!”
It was the wall leading back into the control room; she did. He scrambled into a similar position against the wall on the other side of the door.
“I hope you didn’t leave anything lying around loose in your room,” he said, then engaged the sonic.
The TARDIS began to tilt, forcing Martha against the wall, which was rapidly becoming the floor. Crashing noises could be heard behind her, and something shattered, but a series of loud thumps was also audible from the control room. The zombies had evidently quickly lost their footing, and fallen against the outside. The TARDIS continued to tilt. Shuffling noises followed, as their bodies slid down the round curve of the control room and out the door. Before the TARDIS was even fully horizontal, no more noise could be heard.
“Brilliant, Doctor!” Martha declared.
“Yes, in fact, I am,” he said, now standing on the wall. “You’ll want to do the reverse for the turn back around, brace against the floor.”
The orientation of the walls and floor was making Martha dizzy as she got ready. She noted, slightly amused, that in this old conflict between eyes and inner ear, this was the first time it had been her eyes in the wrong.
The TARDIS turned slowly back. Martha continued to lean against the floor as it became the floor again, gradually transitioning to lying on it. The Doctor sprang up with it still ten degrees from horizontal, dashed back through the door, and began slamming controls around.
“She was able to buy some time with that, let me see…”
“Time?” Martha asked, staggering through the door.
“Well, you know, I must stay in the correct place relative to her timeline or…bad things happen.”
Martha made her way back to the controls, sighing. When the Doctor didn’t explain things properly, she felt like he was calling her an idiot – but then, when he did explain things properly, she felt like she was in fact an idiot.
“Right, she sent him through some concert in the late 20th century for some reason, may or may not have actually landed there herself,” he concluded, manipulating controls. “Whatever that was about, they then went forward in time, but we’ve got a displacement of a few light years to worry about…”
“Doctor, what are we going to do when we catch up with them?”
“Weelll, we’ll figure that out when we get there, just like we always seem to do,” he said, flashing that grin of his that always gave her an estrogen spike.
“Right,” he added, returning to the display, “they’re on Picasso, otherwise known as the sixth planet of Vega. A colony of artists established in 26th century after they terraformed the planet – temperature was OK, but there was no air to speak of before humans got there. Surrealists and so forth, wanting to build a world in accordance with their own vision…” He dashed back and forth, yanking controls. “The trouble ultimately with me and art is that I’ve seen nearly all of it already, but then again, every now and then there’s a surprise. Allon-sy! Should be smoother this time, we’re not right on their tail like before.”
The TARDIS began to move through the Vortex. Martha held on tightly, but it wasn’t nearly as rough as it had been. The Doctor was scrutinizing a display, trying to come up with more information.
“Right, we’ve got the exact date. Their Festival of Play, I believe it’s called – themes of toys, dressing as them, dancing like them, and so forth.” He looked up. “Martha, you might want to change so we blend in – you’re a bit too…conventional. Put on the maddest thing you can find in your clothes.”
She nodded, then headed for the door to her room. “What about you?” she pointed out. “You could put on that old suit with the question marks, I suppose.”
“Weelll, I’ll think of something. Try to get on whatever you find quickly, we’ll be there soon.”
The Doctor locked a knob into place, then followed Martha, turning through the door into his “closet”. Martha watched him go for a moment, then entered her room and began rummaging through the stuff she had picked up. Eventually she found a yellow dress with green polka dots, and, grimacing at the ugliness of it, began changing into it. It was a bit comical, she supposed.
So what was going on here? The Doctor was right about the “touch” game, but why? Maybe she was trying to help him psychologically, somehow, let him work through his problems. They still knew almost nothing about either person they were following, she realized, and the Doctor hadn’t recognized them.
She finished changing and returned to the control room, just in time to see the Doctor run out wearing the most ridiculous coat, tie, and scarf she had ever seen. The jacket had yellow and pink lapels, red sleeves, a green collar, and she couldn’t even make sense of what else; the tie was light blue with white dots; and she wasn’t sure about the scarf, because she was too busy doubling over the console laughing hysterically.
“What?…No, really, what?…Martha!”
She finally got herself under control, still giggling. “Well, it’s your…it’s very, ah, colorful…”
“Trust me, this is how we’ll blend in.” He took a step forward, stepped on the trailing end of the scarf, and jerked to a stop. “Really though, I have no idea why I liked this thing. It’s you bloody humans, really,” he said, fixing the scarf,”you need saving constantly, so I wind up blowing through my regenerations and don’t get round to clearing out my old rubbish and getting new.”
Martha looked up sharply, concerned. She didn’t really have an answer to that…compared to the Doctor, they were fairly pathetic…
“Ah, well, don’t worry about that,” the Doctor added. “Sometimes I think we live too long in any event. Right, hold on, we’re landing.”
The TARDIS lurched to a stop suddenly. Martha and the Doctor opened the TARDIS cautiously, he looking right, she left.
They had materialized in a magnificent room much higher than it was wide. The walls and most of the lights were green, but this was difficult to see, because it was full of thick, whirling snow. The air was cool, but not cold, the way it should have been for snow; yet when Martha caught a snowflake drifting down, it felt icy and melted on her hand. People were passing through in variously outlandish costumes, heading to or from larger, better lit rooms to the right and left where people were dancing. Trees, some real-looking, some metallic, stood twisted and barren along the walls, some coated in snow.
The Doctor caught a snowflake on his palm and tasted it. “Hydrogen bond synchronization, combined with crystal stability manipulation,” he proclaimed. “<i>Very</i> elegant, <i>brilliant</i>, really. Well, come along.” He turned, then noticed something. “Ah, excellent!”
The TARDIS had returned to the police box configuration. The Doctor ran his hand along the side. “Glad to see you back. Right! Let’s go.”
He hurried toward the room on the right, and Martha followed. She noticed that some of the people around them were completely coated in snow, and a few other oddities, but dismissed it – this place was obviously strange in any case.
Martha and the Doctor hurried into the other room, which was full of light and sound. A light, perky tune was being played, and people everywhere were dancing oddly and wearing queer things. Some women looked like dolls or windup toys, and one bloke was dressed as a Rubik’s Cube. Martha glanced at a leafy archway, then spotted their quarry near the center of the room.
“Doctor!”
The Doctor hurried towards them, but a woman tossing playing cards mechanically in time to the music stepped into his way and began launching cards at him. Martha went by her, just in time to see the original woman kiss the man she’d been dragging all over time on the lips, a soft caress. Then she let him go and briskly shoved him backward. He staggered, unable to recover, and his body somehow…locked up. Martha stood bemused, but the Doctor dashed toward them, thrusting people aside…but as he approached, they disappeared again.
“Brilliant!” he shouted angrily. “Right, back to the TARDIS, looks to be a chase again.”
“In these?” Martha exclaimed, gesturing to her clothes.
“Apparently, yes.”
They ran for the TARDIS. A man dressed like a tin soldier shouted for them to stop, but they ignored him and sped through the arch and into the snow room. The Doctor pounced on the controls as they entered, and Martha seized the console and prepared to hold on as best she could.
The TARDIS sped off. Martha lost her balance and crashed to the floor before long, where she got hold of a pipe sticking out of one of the walls and held on tight. She was going to have an impressive set of bruises when this was all through.
The TARDIS suddenly jammed to a halt, ripping the pipe from Martha’s fingers and smashing her into the console. Groaning, she got up, to hear the TARDIS straining and groaning around her, as though fighting some kind of barrier.
“Doctor?”
“Time pocket!” he yelled, banging away at the controls.
“What’s a time pocket?”
“A piece of spacetime ripped out and put somewhere else, is the easiest way to think of it – ah, we’re through!”
The groaning stopped.
The Doctor helped Martha up. She savored the contact, then told herself to <i>focus</i>. He hurried to the door, opening it cautiously and peering out.
“It’s all right,” he said. “Come along.”
She followed him out the door.
They were in a massive, dimly lit chamber. The floor was perfectly black, hard, and smooth. The walls and ceiling seemed to fade into shadow, but massive, intricately carved stone pillars rose up to support them. The Doctor swept his sonic back and forth, scanning something. Martha looked around, but couldn’t see anything through the greyness.
“Interesting,” he said.
Suddenly, bright white light seemed to spring from everywhere, and a hard female voice blasted through them.
“I am the Baroness of Time! How did you come to be here?”
“Ah. Hullo,” he said, with his usual unperturbed facade. Or was it a facade? It was always hard to tell with him. “We just were a bit curious about why you seem to be hauling people through time and drugging them.”
“You will leave now.”
As Martha’s eyes adjusted, she became able to see a woman sitting on a sort of throne at one side of the room, in front of two huge pillars. She wore a black thing somewhere between a bishop’s…was mitre the word?…and a crown, on her head, and flowing black robes. Several more people stood in positions that looked very wrong in front of her; one seemed to be holding cymbals just apart, frozen in place. The Doctor didn’t respond to her.
“Go!”
Several men who had been lying on the ground behind the throne, as far as Martha could tell, very slowly stood up. They held long guns in their hands, and wore army-type uniforms. Boots began to tap together, like a deadly metronome, as they approached, guns swinging in their arms. The Baroness rose, leading them towards Martha and the Doctor.
The Doctor suddenly turned and began scanning the ceiling.
“What is that? Is it a wall?” Martha asked.
“No, this is a time pocket, there <i>is</i> nothing beyond those pillars. Brilliant, this is – that’s where the energy comes from, the interface between entropy states!” He kept at it.
“Doctor!” Martha shouted. The Baroness was approaching, the soldiers plodding mechanically behind her, and slowly raising their weapons.
“So if we disrupt the pocket,” he said, turning to face Martha, “then -”
Suddenly the Baroness turned and stared at one of the soldiers. He burst into motion, aiming his gun at the Doctor and pulling the trigger before Martha could even yell.
It made a metallic grinding noise, but didn’t fire.
The other soldiers raised their weapons –
“then, no more power, so no more time travel.” The Doctor pressed the sonic screwdriver. A sort of shimmer shot across the empty black –
They were on a dim, flat, empty plain. Dull red light came from a weary, swollen star half cut off by the horizon. The air was dry, stale, and cold. Boulders were strewn here and there, but there was nothing artificial, except the columns reaching up around them, terminating at small crystalline machines instead of vanishing into darkness.
“I don’t know why you bothered with early model M16s, they’re rubbish. Anyway, can’t say I’ve been here,” the Doctor added, looking around. The soldiers were moving slowly again, but their weapons were still coming up, and they wouldn’t all jam…
“Well, actually, I might have been here a billion or so years ago. That star’s well past its expiry date, at least as concerns any place you could live while it was main sequence. Awful term, really, it’s not a sequence at all…”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” the Baroness shrieked. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!”
“Weeelll, time doesn’t really like being bent like that, it’s just a matter of releasing it and it goes right back where it ought to be.”
“Doctor!” Martha shouted. The guns, as slowly as they were moving, were now pointing at his midsection.
“Who are you?” the Baroness gasped.
“I’m the Doctor.”
A moment passed.
Then the guns all crashed to the ground, and the Baroness raised her hands to shoulder height.
“It’s no use, then,” she said. She lowered her head, resigned.
“Observe, Martha, the benefits of a reputation,” the Doctor noted. “Right, you, are going to undo whatever you’ve done to all those people, and we, are going to take them back where they belong.”
“But…but what about me?”
“Oh, well, I suppose we could drop you somewhere as well. Shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“You’re rather calm about all this,” the Baroness quavered as she and the Doctor walked toward the other people.
“Well, you haven’t really caused that much trouble. If I got angry over things like this, I’d be doing nothing but. I am slightly curious, though…why? What’s the point of this?”
“It is – it was – a collection.”
“I’d suggest you try…what are those called…stamps. Or, say, less sentient life forms.” He examined the man in the box. “Martha, would you come here? I wouldn’t mind your opinion on this.” He then muttered something about hoping the box man wasn’t named Jack.
She followed them across the plain, shoes crunching in the sand.
“Why are you living here?” she shouted to the…”What’s your name, anyway?” she added.
“I have no idea about either,” the ‘Baroness’ answered as Martha approached. Martha locked eyes with her, seeing truth in them. “I woke up here one day, in that blank abyss, a bubble in time, a few hundred meters wide. The pillars were already there then, but I added the stonework along their outsides later. I don’t remember anything before that.” The Doctor nodded to Martha, who began examining the first man. “I was thirsty and hungry before long, I wanted to go somewhere with food and water…and I did. I looked all over the cosmos once I figured out how to go wherever I wanted, but I couldn’t find anything about my past. No matter what tools I brought back, I couldn’t move or even scratch the pillars or floor in there, and I couldn’t change the air – I tried blowing an A-bomb in there once, not a thing changed.”
“So you started taking people, and doing – Martha, what’s happened to them?”
“It seems to be just…selective paralysis,” she said, experimenting. “The eyes move, I get a definite response to pressure on the body, everything seems to be still here and working…just no voluntary nervous control except along a few of the cranial nerves.”
“But what’s the – point?” the Doctor demanded.
“It’s funny,” she said, smirking.
“What’s funny about it?”
“What, don’t you think it’s funny?”
The Doctor shook his head. “Can you reverse it?”
She sighed regretfully. “Yes, yes, I can. Stand back.”
A sort of flux and flicker swept across the prisoners. They all collapsed, as did the soldiers. Martha dropped to her knees by one, who was groaning as he tried to sit up.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
The man, wearing an 18th-century army uniform, groaned again, and looked at her.
“Blimey, I thought Negroes could not get into Paradise,” he muttered.
“You’re not dead,” Martha responded, “and based on the uniform you’re wearing, you’re from quite a while ago, so I’ll let that pass. What’s your name?”
“Jeremy Cook, I am,” he said, enunciating, as though he thought she wouldn’t understand him. “A private soldier in the (a loud sneeze) Regiment.”
“Doctor, what do we do with these people?” Martha asked, standing. He had been examining another one, but stood as well. “If we take them back, couldn’t they muck up the timeline, or something like that?”
“Something of that sort could happen…I’ll have to talk to each of them. Let’s get them into the TARDIS. Baroness, help me with them, and don’t try to start the TARDIS and take off in it, you don’t know how to do it and you’d probably kill yourself.” He winked at Martha.
They were back aboard the TARDIS some time later. Beds had been prepared for everyone – the Doctor said it would take a day or so to get all the people back where they belonged, and they might as well all get some rest first. The Baroness had been locked in a room, over her objections – the Doctor wasn’t concerned about her taking over the TARDIS, but he was concerned about her learning things she shouldn’t necessarily learn. They still hadn’t decided where to take her. Martha and the Doctor were leaning against one of the panels of the control room, sleepy but not yet ready for bed.
“Doctor?”
“Hmm?”
“Should we really take the American soldiers back? That is, they were fighting in Vietnam with weapons that barely worked, and if history says they were, what is it, MIA -”
“I’ll talk with them about it tomorrow,” he told her. “We might make alternate arrangements.”
He turned to face her. She gazed at him, and finally just couldn’t bear it any more. It had to be now. She stepped forward, grasped his shoulder, and leaned toward him –
“Hey, could I get some water?”
The hallway door was open, and one of the American soldiers was standing in it.
“I’m thirsty, and I don’t know how to get any water.”
“Of course, let me show you,” the Doctor said, and headed off. Martha waited until they were out of sight, then banged her fist on the console and let out a long sigh.