"Hello, dear listeners. Unfortunately, we have very unpleasant news for you. This morning we found another murder victim. The identity of the victim has not yet been established, but as I was told, all the detectives, even private ones, were called to the scene of the crime. This morning is sad for all of us, because victim can be…" The policeman turned off the radio in the car and muttered to his partner, "This radio makes me mad. This causes too much panic for the public."
"Yeah…" agreed his partner. "Do you think we will catch this bastard?"
"It isn't up to us. It's up to these detectives from the PD. They will probably spoil everything again."
"Speaking of detectives. You heard about that strange PI?"
"This is the one that runs with a metal stick, attached to a light bulb? Yeah, I heard. You believe he's really the best detective out there? I don't. Must be rubbish for the other detectives though, they're all scratching their heads, and then he swans in and does everything."
"Yeah... well, are we close to the crime scene yet?"
"We're almost there, should be the next turning."

The rain poured down in buckets. The roads turned into rivers, and the canopies of counters and shops became shelters for pedestrians. The gloomy weather induced a depressive atmosphere blanketing the city, but most residents were used to the oppressive weather. The police car turned into a side street, where several detectives and two policemen were already standing, blocking the way to the scene of the crime. Getting out of the car in a cold autumn rain was not pleasant, but still, it had to be done. Two policemen got out from the car and stepped towards the crime scene, crossing the border of the cordons. They could already smell the coppery tang of blood from here, despite the rain overpowering most. They approached the detectives hovering around the crime scene, trying to find clues.

"Morning, gentlemen. Have you found anything?" Asked one of the policemen.
"No, nothing here. The rain must've washed away all the prints or anything else," replied one of the detectives. "We're still looking for the murder weapon. "
"Well, are there any witnesses?"
"No one's come forward. When the body was found, it was already like this." The detective pointed to the mutilated body.
"Ah, this is the third corpse this month. And right at the end of autumn!" The policeman said in disgust. "Okay, what about this private detective who does all the work for you? No offence."
"Are you on about the Inspector? He's not shown up yet. And if he did, he probably collected all the evidence. Probably, that's why we did not find anything. And yeah, he named himself like that. Weird, right?"
"Do you really think that I collected everything here and did not even leave a note that I'd been here?" Suddenly a young voice from the alley began to sound.

Along the alley came a young man, looking about twenty-five years old, without a hat or umbrella, but in a black hood. He had black-rimmed square glasses on his face. He was wearing a black trenchcoat, coming down to his knees. The coat was buttoned, obscuring whatever was worn underneath. He crossed the line of cordon and approached the scene of the crime.

"Well, gentlemen. Again, nothing found?" The young man asked, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Ah, Inspector! So, you did not touch anything here?" Asked the detective that had been talking about him earlier.
"As I said, I'd leave a note. That means - no." Said the Inspector in response. "Well, show me the victim."

The corpse was completely disfigured. Only the eyes and mouth remained visible from the head. Teeth and eyes remained untouched. The nose was not in place, the remaining face was covered with damp blood from the rain. The belly was ripped from neck to waist. The chest was open, showing the lungs, which were covered with multiple cuts, but there was no heart in the chest. The digestive system, and everything below the lungs, like the heart, was gone.

"I have some ideas." said the Inspector
The detective looked at him. "Well, tell us, what you know."
The Inspector folded his arms behind his back before beginning.

"The victim is a woman, about twenty-twenty-five years old. She led a healthy lifestyle, this is evident in the areas of skin and lungs that were not touched by the murder weapon. Speaking about the murder weapon - this is an ordinary kitchen knife, but a little rusty, as is evident from the remains of corrosion on the edges of the cuts on the body, however the cut itself is straight and smooth. The killer had the time and that means to make sure the victim could not make a sound and instantly died. And the killer also knows how to hold a knife in his hand, as well as he knew what he was doing with the body. She lost several vital organs, but their loss is not the cause of death for a reason I said earlier. The truth of the loss of her nose, I do not understand. That leaves only one thing to explain the cause of death: she died when the murderer stabbed her with the knife in her breast, stabbing in her heart."
"Okay ... And where are the remaining organs, including the heart, gone? And what about the weapon?" Inquired the detective.
"As for the organs, it is not clear to me, including the heart, yet the cuts are neat everywhere. And about the weapon - you will not find it, because it seems to me that he uses the same weapon of murder. It would be on his person."
"Why do you think so?" Asked the policeman
The youthful face frowned. "The same corrosion marks. I took the last victim for analysis, and I memorized them in detail, so that I can say, without analysis, that they are one and the same."
"I see…" the policeman stated in surprise. "I'm surprised that you found even signs of corrosion in such heavy rain, because this is the only victim who does not have evidence… or rather, almost none."
"The killer learns from his mistakes. And pretty well, judging by the improvement from the last victim. If we do not stop it, then the next murder will be provided only with the skeleton. As for his capture, do not be afraid, I will deal with this myself, and you try to give much information to journalists, otherwise there will be panic in the city and the murderer will hide in it. Well, goodbye, detectives and officers, wait for the news." After these words, the Inspector left the alley and disappeared around the corner.

Two weeks later, the situation had not changed. There's no news from the Inspector, no news of new victims, as well as none about the killer. However, the PD does not cease, everyone is trying to find at least some trace of the murderer, looking for all the records from the surveillance cameras in the districts where the victims were found. However, the other day the courier brought a strange note to the Commissioner of the Department with the words:

"Look for me near the supermarket near the PD.
We need a man.

Wooden door"

The Commissioner immediately called all the employees of the department. However, not many came to the meeting, and those who came were frightened.

"Comrades, a note with the words "Look for me near a supermarket near the PD" came to me today. I suppose it would be from our strange colleague, named Inspector, who has given us news and aid. Chances that the killer wrote it are very small. So, we will send one of the volunteers to the nearest supermarket, under the cover of snipers from the roof. Who will go?"

After the question of the chief, the place of the meeting was filled with grave silence. All the employees were silent and rubbed their nape, it lasted about five minutes, until a woman's voice was heard from the crowd:

"I will go!" Out of the crowd came a young girl, about twenty, a brown-haired woman, thin, with green eyes .The crowd looked at her in surprise.
"You!? . . . You're still green. Private, you are not too experienced for such a task. That means - no!"
"Comrade Commissioner, I do not see that somebody experienced would have volunteered for. Moreover, if I have to cooperate with this Inspector, I could have learned a lot from him." Said the Private with confidence.
"We have no choice," said the Commissioner. "However, I will not let you go anyway. I will not send newcomers to such tasks. In general, Private, you are not allowed to this task, and you'll be sitting in the PD until this situation settles. Understood?"
"Understood …" the girl responded, downcast.
"Eh, if so, it seems that the Inspector will have to do without our people. Everyone dismissed!" shouted the chief and all the employees dispersed.

After the working day, in the deep evening, the Private went to her house with a sad look, wondering how to get on this task.
"How can I get this assignment? This is my chance to at least something to learn and go for a promotion, but I'm denied at this moment. Assholes. Can't do anything without a promotion, can't do anything to get one." She said to herself. Suddenly she stopped, raised her head and ran with a smile in another direction. "Hehe, but I can just go to the meeting place, why do I need their goddamn permission?"

Having run to the very supermarket near the PD, the girl began to look for clues pointing to the meeting place. She walked around the compound of the building from all sides, but did not find anything. She asked people who came in and out of the building, whether they saw a young man in a black coat and glasses, but received only negative answers in return. She was already desperate and was about to go home, however, she noticed in the nearby alley a wooden door with a golden handle. The door stood close to the wall of the apartment building, making no sense. Curiously, she went to the door and, illogically, felt the urge to knock on it, however ...
"Boo!" Suddenly there was a sound to the right of the girl. There was a young man in a black coat, wearing glasses and with a bit of disheveled hair, slightly combed to the right. The coat was unbuttoned, and there was a buttoned black hoodie. It was Inspector. The girl screamed in surprise and gave the Inspector a bitter glare.
"You... you ... asshole!" She stammered at the Inspector, while he approached to her with a smile.
"I'm sorry. I could not resist, although in this situation, such jokes can kill faster than the Ripper's knife."
"Who?" Asked the girl.
"The Ripper. I called him that. He reminded me with his methods of one interesting person who lived back in the days of Victorian England, in London, at the end of the 19th century."
"You know, you are not what I thought you were. I expected that you would be more… serious and more mature." The Private said with irritation.
"As my mentor said: 'There's no point of being grow up, if you can't be childish sometimes.' So, you know me. However, I cannot get into your head to read your name and age, so I'll ask you to introduce yourself."

The girl answered:
"Shpaghina Dariya Viktorovna. And gentlemen don't ask girl's age!"
"Well, okay. Anyway, I already realized that you are twenty years old, while you were talking to me here."
"Sorry?!" The girl spluttered, outraged.
"Ah, just wait here. I'll be right back." Said the Inspector, and he, opening the door, entered it. Dariya stood there waiting for the Inspector. She did not wait for long, he was back out in a minute. The Inspector came out of the door, just opening and closing it closely, with a small bag.
"Well, then. Follow me!" Said the Inspector, striding off, Dariya following.
"Where are we going?" asked Dariya
"To the alleged crime scene."
"What? You already know where he will strike this ... 'Ripper'?" She asked in surprise.
"It was not easy to figure out. But it was possible."
"How?"
"It was just possible."
"Well, that's not the answer."
"And I do not have to report to you," the Inspector said irritably, "Do not forget, you were sent here to obey me, not I to you."
"Really? And where was it written?"
"Nowhere. And it should not have been."
"I absolutely do not understand you."
"You know, it's mutual."
"Well, thank you on this one."
"I'm talking to myself." Said the Inspector, puzzling Dariya.

After walking a few meters to the next lane, the Inspector spoke to Dariya. "We are here." Not stopping, they headed for the alley until they came upon a ladder. The Inspector threw the bag on his shoulder and began to rise. Dariya climbed after him. Clambering to the roof, both came to the edge of the roof, overlooking the street. Pedestrians were few, cars barely more, and the moon was not visible because of the clouds. The darkness was pierced only by the lampposts on the street. The Inspector sat down and began to unload the bag.
"Take this and watch the lane on the other side of the street." said the Inspector, passing a pair of binoculars to the brunette sat next to him. "Do not miss anyone. You will notice someone who will go into the alley - tell me."
"I got it." Dariya answered and began to observe the street, peering through the binoculars.

The Inspector continued to unload the bag. Dariya watched and watched the street, but all who walked along it, passed by a side street.
"Tell me, what is our …" Dariya did not have time to say, turning to the Inspector, who was installing the sniper rifle on the position "... the plan...?"
"Oh, yes, of course. Sorry, I'm just not used to working in a team, so I forget myself." Said the Inspector, placing his rifle on the lip of the building. "In general, a person goes into the alley, the 'Ripper' attacks him. And you at this time should already be ready to shoot a killer, but not in the head or chest, but in the arm or leg. We need to hurt him, not kill him. I hope you can shoot a rifle."
"Yes, I can," she replied, hiding the truth. "But what are you going to do?"
"I have another role in capturing the Ripper," said the Inspector calmly. "Just, watch the street and be ready to shoot, and I'll get to my position." said the Inspector, before he swiftly jogged down the stairs to the street.

Twenty minutes passed, the clouds disappeared, and the moon became visible. The alley on the other side of the street became more illuminated, no longer a mass of black. Dariya watched the street all the way, and no one went into the alley. It was cool, and the girl warmed her hands as best she could. Suddenly, she noticed that an elderly man was running somewhere, obviously frightened. He ran into the alley, and Dariya quickly moved over the rifle and watched the old man from the gun sight. A shadow suddenly fell upon the old man, knocking him to the ground. The old man shouted and Dariya, started aiming at the top of the shadow. Fire! Blood spurted from the shoulder of the shadow, which pounced on the old man, who stumbled back and screamed. While Dariya got up and shook herself off the mud of the roof, that very shadow had already risen on the roof, and stumbling, ran along the tops of the buildings.

"It is done." Suddenly, the Inspector's voice appeared behind the girl, and she jumped at the unexpected speaker.
"You scared me!" Dariya expressed indignantly.
"Sorry. Okay, I did everything that I needed." Said the Inspector, showing a vial of blood.
"Is that... the Ripper's blood?" Asked the girl.
"It is. Now go home, if I need your help with the Ripper, I'll let you know."
"Stop! Is that all?"
"Yeah. And what?" asked the Inspector
"I've been lying here for God knows how long, I'm very cold, I missed, my clothes are dirty, and you tell me 'Everything'?!"
"What's the problem? I gave you a special opportunity to work on this case, despite the fact that you were forbidden to work with me." After these words, Dariya's face changed from anger to fright. "Yes, yes. While you were lying here, I managed not only to prepare for the ambush, but also to learn about your abilities. You do not know how to shoot rifles, and you're pretty bad with a pistol. Aren't you surprised, that you managed to hit him? And all thanks to me. Do not ask how. You, in general, are an intern, what else is there? Go home immediately, otherwise I'll tell your boss about you not obeying clear orders. Clear?"
"Yes, of course…" the girl answered dejectedly and walked slowly down the stairs.

Walking along the street, Dariya thought about everything that happened, that the Inspector had opened her, that she could get to the murderer, and that he had somehow managed to find information about her, how he had managed to take the blood, quickly and imperceptibly to come to her. This made her think about this oddity. She thought, thought, but did not find a logical answer. These thoughts could not leave her head, even when she returned home, and even while browsing the Internet in search of information about the Inspector. The Internet gave out nothing. Thoughts did not leave her after an hour. She stood at the window, drinking hot coffee, looking at the streets. Suddenly she noticed a figure in a coat and with a small bag. She immediately realized that this Inspector, she did not hesitate to find out all the answers to the questions from him, taking by surprise. Quickly ran out of the apartment and home, dressed in jeans, a blue jacket and red sneakers, Dariya began to follow the Inspector. The surveillance of him was not easy, for he was constantly turning back. The surveillance lasted about 20 minutes, and somehow followed the Inspector; they went to the very supermarket where they first met. The Inspector went to the very corner where there was a door, from which he came out. He once again looked around and with confidence, entered the door.

Dariya, after waiting a while, went to the door, also looked back and entered the door. Only behind the door there was nothing, just a dark room, she was about to leave, but the door immediately slammed shut and disappeared into the darkness. The darkness was hopeless and cold, the girl could not even see her nose. It was terribly quiet; this silence lasted about five minutes. Suddenly the girl began to hear soft voices, but they grew louder and louder, they sounded everywhere. In the end, the words that spoke the voices became clear. They said: "Dismissed!", "Useless child", "You don't need to anybody!" "You're retarded bitch!" These voices continued to speak these words, suppressing the girl, making her cry. These voices lasted a few more minutes, until the door opened in the darkness, from which came a white glow. Dariya quickly rushed there. The light blinded her, she cried and wanted to leave the darkness faster, ran closer to the door, she jumped the door and fell on the wooden floor, she did not hurry to get up, and she wanted to rest from everything she had heard.

Dariya woke up on a bench over which the Inspector stood and waited. Her head was splitting, her eyes barely opened, and her eyelids, when closed, gave sharp, but not severe pain. She realized that it was from tears. Her eyes ached and she could not look anywhere.

"Excuse me. I ... I did not understand what would happen inside the door…" the girl squeezed out of herself.
"You should not have gone in there ... no, you shouldn't have followed me." The Inspector said reproachfully, and from his intonation, he was rather angry with Dariya. "And believe me, you should have told me the truth from the very beginning."
"Sorry, what?"
"The truth!" He shouted. "II found out that you were removed from the case, you're a private, Shpaghina. And, tomorrow you will be reprimanded."
"What?"
"I told the Commissioner of the department everything. And if I find out that you are following me again, believe me, I will make sure that you could never again wear a Police uniform!" With these words, the Inspector left.

Dariya realized that this was the place where the Inspector's strange door was. The wind blew at her side as she turned, but in the alley the door was not there, and the Inspector completely disappeared. Dariya went home and thought about everything that had happened. She was not very interested in the reprimand and threat of dismissal. She was more interested in the Door, into which the Inspector entered and that dark room with voices. She quietly reached the house where she lived, went into her apartment and fell into bed, immediately falling asleep.

In the morning, Dariya woke up before the alarm clock, wound up at 7 am for half an hour, but still in a terribly sleepy state. The weather behind the window was cloudy, and the asphalt was wet. In this weather, she did not want to go anywhere, especially when she would be reprimanded upon reaching the station. She took advantage of the shower, made herself an invigorating coffee, dressed and, somewhat reluctantly, went to work. The streets were almost empty, except for a few people and stray dogs. She caught the nearest taxi, and after telling the address of the PD, the taxi set off along the route. The taxi got into a traffic jam, which dispersed only an hour later, so when the traffic jam vanished, Dariya was late for the shift, which would give another occasion for reproof.

Having reached the place and paid the taxi driver, the girl went to the side of the PD, but going out to him, she saw that around the site was gathered a huge crowd, being restrained by the police. Running to the crowd, Dariya began to make her way through the crowd of onlookers and journalists towards the site. When she reached the end of the crowd, she tried to pass, the policeman stopped her.
"Ma'am, you cannot go there!"The policeman said.
"But I'm working here! Let me go, I'm already late!"
"Are you late? So you are lucky one."
"What? Let me through already!"
"I said that it is impossible, so you can't! You are such a stubborn…"
"It's all right, comrade. She can go through." Said a voice behind the policeman. It was the Inspector, who wore the same knee-length black overcoat.
"Okay," said the policeman and allowed Dariya through. She approached the Inspector and began to question the Inspector with interest.
"What's going on!? Why is there a crowd and cordon? Why didn't they let me work in my place?"
"I hope you have a strong stomach." Replied the Inspector, coming up to the door of the building with Dariya, opening it a little.

What Dariya saw shocked her. The floors were covered in blood, splattered on the walls and bloody traces of hands coated tables, doors and on the same walls. Hands were either floating in blood on the floor, or were nailed to the walls. From the open doors and pools of blood, the corpses of policemen were visible. From this, the girl could not utter a word or even scream in horror at what she saw.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a place where we can discuss all this calmly." Said the Inspector, leading the girl away from the horror that she had experienced.

The Inspector took her to the nearest cafe, where he ordered a cup of tea. While they were waiting for the tea to be brought out, the Inspector and Dariya sat in silence, no one saying a word. When the tea arrived, the girl began a conversation
"Why? Just why? Why is this morning so awful? Why should I have seen this? I ... I ... I …"
"Calm down. The main thing is not to think about it. Just do not think." Said the Inspector, taking a sip of tea.
"How can I not think about this? — I saw how my colleagues ... former colleagues swim in their own blood. Think it's so easy to forget?!
"Believe me, it's very simple. If you want to - forget it. Although, it depends on the psyche of the person. And you, I see, have not gone mad."
"Were there any chances?!" - Dariya screamed, and immediately apologized for shouting in the cafe. "Did you want me to see this?"
"Given your luck, why not?" There was a short pause, which the Inspector immediately interrupted with a laugh. "Come on, I read your resume and your data. Your psyche will stand anything, and I adore such clear minds ... although, what was yesterday you would surely drive mad."
"Sorry what?!"
"Yesterday evening. You entered my door and were in total darkness and heard voices. Was it?"
"Yea ... yes ... How do you know that?"
"I designed the protection system myself. And with minimal knowledge of Ga... technology, it was very difficult."
"Uh... okay. I still do not understand."
"You don't have to! My thing is to say, and what to do with it - you decide."
"And from what protection then? What are you hiding behind that door?"
"What, that can make your brain blow." The Inspector said seriously, after which there was a slight silence, because of which Dariya's eyes became frightened. "Ha! I'm kidding. Not in the literal sense, but still. Maybe I'll tell you, maybe not. I need to be careful in this regard, otherwise things can end badly."
"You're weird…"
"I've been called worse. But don't worry, it will all be over soon, and you will forget all this as a terrible dream. Well, it's time for me to continue the investigation." Said the Inspector and got up from the table, leaving money for tea on the table. He put on his black coat and left the café, and disappeared around the corner.

The daytime sky was covered with thick gray clouds, which made Dariya even more depressed. After paying for her cup of tea, the girl left the cafe. On the roads there were wild traffic jams because of the blocked road near the police station. She walked through the gloomy streets of the city, looking at the gloomy and indifferent faces of passers-by. Turning into the courtyard, which was next to her house, she noticed the emptiness of the yard. Not the children playing on the court, nor anyone else, but nevertheless, she felt someone's gaze or looks as if she was being watched. The creeps on her back swept quickly, forcing the girl to start. She became wildly uncomfortable, which made her step faster. Reaching the center of the courtyard, something prompted her to turn back. She turned and saw that at the beginning of the courtyard stood a tall figure in a long black coat knee-deep, but it's shoulder was torn and obviously smeared. The face was completely covered with a black cloth mask, only the eyes were open, but they were hiding in the shade of a headdress, similar to a tweed cap, a favorite headgear of Russian goons. And its hands were in black leather gloves.
The figure began to approach Dariya slowly, pulling out of her coat a rusty and dirty knife. Dariya did not hesitate, ran from the figure, identifying her as the Ripper, which gave the girl incentive to run faster. All her energy went to the run, because of what she could not but say a word and no sound. She could not concentrate on anything except running, but her breath began to fail, Dariya literally began to choke and run slower. In the eyes of all began to swim and wobble, because of which the girl stumbled and fell on the hard asphalt sideways. She looked at the figure, and saw the Ripper swing a knife over her. And when the knife was already a few centimeters from Dariya, a dazzling flash flew into the figure, throwing the Ripper to the nearest car, after which the car alarm went off, and the Ripper lay on the asphalt and could hardly move. The girl turned and saw the Inspector holding a metal wand with a glowing and smoking end. The girl, panting, fainted immediately.

It was dark, there was a rumble in ears, but pleasant and quiet, like an airplane or a car, but there was no shaking. Dariya was clearly in a sitting position, and on what she sat was very soft, like a bed. She tried to open her eyes and saw a wooden room in front of her, in the corners there were three not very large round lamps, shining with a pleasant white light. In the center of the room was a wooden device with buttons, levers, counters and monitors. This device was four-paneled and each panel had its own number of levers, buttons and monitors, the girl did not understand what they were doing, that's why she didn't dare to touch anything. In the center of the device was a blue glowing rod that moved up and down.

"Looking around the area? Good." The Inspector's voice came from behind.
"What kind of place is it?" Dariya asked
"This is the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space"
"Wh ... what? "
"In short, this is a machine for travel in space and time."
"A Time Machine?" she asked surprisingly " I obviously hit my head very hard."
"You'd be more worried about your heart and lungs, than your head."
" What do you mean?"
"You ran so hard from the Ripper, that you almost got an exploded heart and bloodshot lungs. And speaking more directly, you were almost dead. I managed to stabilize your condition, but you will have to give up any physical exercises for the next three years."
"Wait-wait! Bloody three years? And how a person can die from running?"
" It's very much possible. And it's not your physical condition, but an adrenaline. Strong load, rapid breathing and adrenaline equals a heart stroke."
"Sounds like a fable. I did not hear anything about that."
"Believe or not, it's true. And yes, by the way, it turns out I saved your life twice at a time."
" What, you want a favor? "
"No It's just a fact. So! Do you know why the Ripper chose you as the next victim, even though he was only going to kill yesterday?"
"Not really."
"This is a side effect, soon you'll be able to think soberly. But I'll tell you - you shot him yesterday. And apparently, he is looking for revenge."
"I don't care what he wants. He must be caught and finish his miserable life in the electric chair!" With a cry Dariya said
"In fact, I gave him a small share of this ... "pleasure""
"What?"
"This." Inspector took out a metal stick from the inner pocket of his coat "With this, I shot electricity in the Ripper, after which he was immovable for a short time."
"And what kind of stick is this?"
"Sonic Screwdriver. Yes, it does not look like a screwdriver, but it's a screwdriver. And it makes sounds."
"Reminds a magic wand from Harry Potter."
"Really? And I didn't noticed." the Inspector said sarcastically. "Okay. Let's get down to business. I scanned the Ripper's blood and programmed the TARDIS to automatically search for it. But this process takes a few minutes, half of which you slept through."
"So ... are we flying now? I do not feel the flight. You're kidding me, it seems."
"Do you see a glowing blue rod that moves up and down in the center of the console? This is an indicator that we are flying."
"I still do not believe you."
"Oh my God, don't be so irritable. I do not like being asked questions, but you deserve an explanation."
"Wait, wait! Firstly, if it is really a machine for traveling in space and time, then this is clearly not from our century. Secondly, who are you really? Tell me your real name, not your nickname."
"Uh ... this machine is not from the specific century, but from another planet, where technological development is ahead of the human's for several thousand Terran years. And I told you my name. I'm The Inspector."
"Wh ... what? Other planet? So ... are you an alien?" Dariya asked in surprise, but then the surprise was replaced by laughter "C'mon and say that you are a million years old."
"Of course not." confidently replied Inspector "I'm 240 years old."
"You must be kidding me..." The emotion changed from laughter to misunderstanding.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a loud incomprehensible sound, which both Inspector and Dariya drew attention to.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Hush, it's not proper to say such things when we have guests." Said the Inspector with a smile, looking at the ceiling
"Who are you talking to?" - Dariya asked
"With the TARDIS," the Inspector replied. "She's still young, so she does not know the manners. At least Terran."
"But you said that the TARDIS is a machine." said the girl in bewilderment. And in the room again there was a sound, but already remotely resembling a gurgling
" Yes, yes, I'll tell her now." said Inspector to the ceiling" the TARDIS is not just a time travel machine, like Delorian. The TARDIS is a living being. Each TARDIS has its own personality, its principles and manners. Everyone turns it off, because it interferes with piloting, but I left this option, so as not to go crazy with loneliness."
"Alive? And stop, you said "Everyone" ... that means… there are many such machines?"
"Thousands. The exact amount I do not know. Especially after the Time War, the number is all the more unknown.
"A Time War? God, I definitely do not understand anything! - Dariya raised her voice, putting her fingers to her temples.
"Okay. I will not load you with information. Given your condition, there's no chance to stay alive with whole information"

After that, the room was filled with a long sound and no less loud boom. The rod in the middle of the console stopped moving up and down, as well as glowing blue. Inspector, without further ado, began to walk around the console and began to switch, pull and look at the monitors that were on some panels.
"We arrived. Outskirts. The furthest ones. Abandoned houses, factories, shops, fields and vegetation. The time is 06: 37 pm, it's cloudy, without precipitation, not very dirty, which, of course, is very strange for such a place, especially after a day rainfall.
"So why are we here?"
"The Ripper stopped here. No, he stops here. Judging by the time map, he came here every time. But that's strange - he appeared here."
"In what sense "appeared"? "
"Just picked it up and showed up. It was from this abandoned area that he first walked out and on the first day went round the whole city in three hours. Then he stopped at one point for five hours - the city library."
"Then what?"
"He committed the first murder." Inspector responded coldly. "I received the assignment to find the source of aliens in this city, but I do not see any connection yet. What kind of alien is he, why is the base here? After all, this is a fairly clichéd place for the base of maniacs, which means that he has little knowledge of human culture, but at the same time parodies Jack the Ripper. But why do I think he parodies Jack? Why it cannot be Jack the Ripper himself, finding a breach in time and moving here? Because I know what happened to Jack in the late 19th century. And this means that this newcomer learned about this British legend and decided that it would work in the 21st century. I have not bothered you yet? " Turned Inspector girl
"No. However, this may sound strange, but it seems to me that this makes sense."
"Anyway, I think that we need to get out on exploration and learn in detail about our green little man." said the Inspector. He entered something on the usual WASD keyboard, and a scale appeared on the monitor, which did not start filling up very quickly. The Inspector walked away from the console to the door and turned to Dariya:
"Sit here. The Ripper is looking for you and will kill you at the first opportunity, although if you join him in the fight, you'll die before he sticks a knife into you. Understood?"
"Yes ... I hope that search will be crowned with success. And since this is an alien, better not hurry to grab it. Who knows what he is capable of."
"Careful, of course, not my middle name, but I can fight it off." Said the Inspector, straightened his glasses and sent a sound screwdriver to the wall monitor, after which the screen began to show that outside. The Inspector told Dariya that through this monitor, she would see what was on the outside, and the Inspector left the door. Dariya saw Inspector went into these "ruins", he took out a sonic screwdriver and then a light flashed on its tip, and it was a flashlight. Then the Inspector left the corner of the camera.

The Inspector walked through the dark ruins, shining in every corner and each walked, to find clues about the alien. Approaching closer to the abandoned factory, it became increasingly hot. The Inspector became more and more difficult to breathe, and clothes began to bring discomfort. And the smell became stale, unpleasant. Being in such an atmosphere was unbearable, and the Inspector was about to turn back until he gasped, as he heard a sound around the corner. He walked around the corner, shining in front of him. The inspector noticed that there were spots on the ground, sitting down, he examined these spots. It was dried blood, Inspector realized that you need to follow them and then there is a chance to find the base of the Ripper. Traces became more and more, some of them were more recent than those that were before. The tracks were getting closer to the plant, and therefore even hotter. The bloody tracks led the Inspector to the factory territory, but did not lead to the plant itself. The Inspector continues to follow these tracks, the heat tormented him. He walked on, walking, gradually moving to a quick step, his patience was running out, but the tracks finally led him to one of the closed garages of the plant. The inspector used a sonic screwdriver on the door, and she began to open. Opened, the door showed the Inspector what she was hiding. The whole floor was in dried blood, but the rotten smell remained, and the Inspector immediately began to cough wildly. Then he saw that something was beginning to move in the corner of the garage. The black spot turned into the Ripper's figure. The Ripper did not attack the Inspector at once, he started to go into the light of the Inspector, but for a moment, the Inspector noticed the Ripper's bloodied teeth and green scaly lips and chin, and the Ripper quickly closed them with a mask before fully emerging into the light.
"I see you tracked me down. I'm even interested on it: How?" The Ripper inquired coldly and almost emotionlessly.
"I know that you are not a man, Ripper. Name your race, sector and goal!"
" Why? You, apparently, not an ordinary monkey."
"The Shadow Protocol. Intergalactic police."
"I see. What did I do that such an important person was sent for?"
"Guess it. Murder, dismemberment, eating humans."
"What's wrong with that? It was our planet, and we were hiding, these monkeys for thousands of years, not only had time to breed, they also killed billions of their own kind. Absolute savages."
"Your planet?" I think I understood who you are. Silurian."
"So you've heard about us. Then why do you make a claim against me? No, you help these monkeys!"
"Because it's their planet now! The human race was recorded in the general galactic register of the planets as a level five civilization. This already gives them the right to the planet and the system as a whole, if there are no other Civilizations in the system. And you, Silurians, have disappeared from all radars. You were expelled from everywhere. You now no longer have any rights to this planet, not anymore."
"You're wrong! This is our planet"
"Whose? Yours? Where are your fellow tribesmen? Where is your leader? I will only discuss politics with him. Just name your tribe."
"Nobody's here! Everyone is dead! I killed them! I ate them all" The Ripper turned to scream
"Cannibalism. Strictly banned in any Silurian society, like killing relatives. You were a criminal in this society. You killed them not because the food was over, but because you wanted to avenge the treatment that you deserved."
"So what? They are no more! There is nobody to judge me anymore! I do what I think is necessary."
"I'm the judge here! I have every right to execute you on the spot! Do you remember the electricity I put into you this afternoon?" at the end of the Inspector's screwdriver, the sparkles sparkled with a electric sound.
"I remember." The Ripper again switched to a cold and calm voice "I hope that after you, I will find that female and eat her bones."

The inspector immediately launched an electric beam into the Ripper, but he jumped onto the roof of the garage and immediately attacked the Inspector, knocking out the Sound Screwdriver from his hands. The Inspector could hardly restrain the Ripper's attacks. Each punch knocked the Inspector on his back. The inspector was lost in space, his head began to spin and the breath began to get dizzy. He could not find his Sonic Screwdriver in this situation, so he tried to avoid the Stronger attacks as often as possible. It turned out to be done, but it became more and more difficult and soon, the Ripper threw the Inspector to the ground and that one was no longer able to rise from the ground. The Ripper did not hurry to kill the Inspector and just walked around the lying opponent.
"You don't look like Shadow Protocol agent. You're as weak as these monkeys, but I admit, tasty ones" said the Ripper.
"You're not well ... you need to stop. Immediately ... "
" It's clearly not you." Said the Ripper, putting his hand up with a rusty knife.

The Ripper roared. Through his shoulder, the bloodied building armature was seen. The Ripper crawled away from the Inspector, and behind him was Dariya, who also breathed heavily and barely stood on her feet. Inspector, gathered with his own forces, found his sonic screwdriver and swinged to the Ripper, but he was stopped by Dariya
"What's up with you? We ... we can finish it right now!"
"No ... I cannot ... hold on ..." Dariya fainted, but she was picked up by the Inspector.
While the Inspector was gathering his thoughts, the Ripper managed to escape from the scene of the fight. The inspector, on pickup with Dariya, headed back to the TARDIS.

Dariya began to gradually wake up. She was again in the TARDIS, in a room with a normal temperature, where it was neither hot nor cold. The inspector sat in the armchair next to her and looked at the screen on the wall where the factory was shown, near which the Inspector and the Ripper fought. He just sat and looked at the screen, thinking about something.
"Inspector? How are you? Everything is fine?" asked the girl
"Yes I am." The Inspector replied immediately. " But I must ask. How are you?
" It seems normal ... but how was there such a heat? I could not breathe normally, and you fought with the Ripper in this temperature"
"I'm from another planet. I have two hearts, which means a binary circulatory system. I can breathe anywhere two times longer than a man of my physique. And you're almost dead again. Maybe stop killing yourself?"
"I had to help you. I ignored situation with my health. I'd rather die than give the Ripper live."
"But, you have someone who will grieve for you at your death. You did not think about them?"
"I do not have anyone. No mother, no father, no brothers, no sisters. Parents died in the tropics, fell into hurricanes that raged off the coast of America and Cuba.
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for. Maybe you were busy with one of the things when it happened. And believe me, I watched "Back to the Future", I know that if you save a person when he died, then it will tear the universe to shreds. I would give everything that they were alive, but ... I do not want the time continuum torn to shreds because I want to return mom and dad."
"That's why I'm sorry. As much as I do not want to know my past, I do not have the right to do it. The moment when I lost memory became a fixed point in time, so I do not know what caused this memory loss and why I was at the mentor's TARDIS."
"Who is your mentor?"
"The most dangerous creature in the whole universe. Hero of a Time War, the butcher of the Skull Moon, the shadow of Valeyard, the destroyer of Scaro. He has many names, but he uses one name more often and that's the name is The Do ... ahem ...
"So?"
"I cannot speak his name. Too dangerous."
"I see ... whoever it is, he definitely good mentor for you."
"Despite all these titles, he saved the Earth many times. Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans ... he wins them all over and over again. He loves this planet, considering it curious."
"What kind of race you are? You look like a Human ... probably a mentor too. But you, apparently, have a different biology."
"We do not look like Humans, but the Humans looks like us. Our race is called a Time Lords. At the moment, there are only a few Time Lords, but there are very some of them.
"What happened?"
"A Time War. Between the Time Lords and the Daleks. The Milky Way galaxy was practically destroyed. But in the end, the Time Lords were destroyed, like the Daleks."
"God ... but it seems that this War did not touch us. Us, the Terrans."
"I do not know about that. According to the data banks, absolutely everyone suffered. Just do not know how the Humans suffered, I do not have this data."
"Got it. Okay, do you have a plan to destroy the Ripper? And what is the situation?"
"First: He was fixed in the factory. Already two weeks does not leave it."
"Two weeks?!"
"Hush! Second: I found out that earlier it was a heating plant and its boilers were new, that they would stand for another three hundred years in a very humid environment. I also learned that if the boilers are unbalanced, they will not explode, they will begin to transfer all heat to the pipes, which will cause a huge heat. That's why it was so hot there, and why it was unbearably hot near the plant."
"Got it. But how does the Ripper live in such a situation?"
"It's his species. Silurians are a species of reptilian humanoids, who lived in the Silurian period, that is, in the third period of the Paleozoic. And to be more precise, 443 million years ago, plus or minus one and a half million years. They were the intelligent living creatures of the Earth, until the meteorite fell to Earth, which later became the Moon and began a strong cooling off of the climate. There are many tribes and varieties of the Silurians, as you, the Humans. The first representatives came out of global hibernation in 1970. And another major contact, but with a different tribe, will happen in 2020. In general, they love warmth, and the cold for them is fatal."
"Understood. I am waiting. I think I understand what the plan might be, but tell me, maybe I'm wrong."
"The plan is this: I'm going to fight the Ripper and hold him back as much as I can. And your task is to penetrate the boiler room and make sure that instead of hot air, the boilers are served cold."
"Wait, but after all in boilers for certain there is no such function."
"These have. I flew into the past and made sure that boilers can do this."
" Okaaaay... And how do we will stay in there? We were both almost fried."
"I specially built a device for these two Earth weeks to keep your body temperature. So, -50 or +50 Celsius is for us no difference whatsoever. No burns, no frostbite. Also, your stabilizer will maintain the level of adrenaline, so that you can strain as much as you can, you will not die."
"Pretty awesome!"
"Only this is - this device works 10 minutes. Therefore, we must hurry."
"Well, I'm in! Let's get this over with!"

Plant. The cracked gray walls, that radiated heat and a rather terrible atmosphere. Pieces of concrete crunched under the Inspector's shoes as he walked through the plant, looking for signs of the Ripper. There was nothing on the First floor; therefore, Dariya could easily come down. The inspector went up to the second floor, cautiously stepping on the steps and the floor, for they could collapse. The inspector went around every corner of the second floor and found a small bone. It's hot with something black. But because of the dust, it was already impossible to recognize what it was. Heading to the third floor, the Inspector contacted Dariya and whispered how she was doing down there. She replied that the valve had jammed, and she was looking for something that could push valve. The Inspector said that she had to hurry, because they had five minutes left. On the third floor, the Inspector in the first room found an armature completely covered with the same black substance as that bone below. The inspector suggested that it was dried blood and believed that it was right. Suddenly, a raspy sound was heard from behind him. The Inspector turned and saw that the Ripper himself was standing in the passage from where he had come out. The mask at the mouth was torn, but there was no right hand, and the wound in the shoulder were rotted.
"Look ... look what your monkey female has done!" The Ripper said angrily.
"What happened to you? Where is your hand?" The Inspector guided the Screwdriver to the Ripper.
"As you see, rot. I lived these two weeks with my hand, which did not work ... thanks to your damn monkey!"
"It's your fault! I did not have a direct order to kill you, you could calmly surrender, as well as go to jail, and later you would be executed. Quick and painless way. But you chose the hard way."
"It's too late to talk about it. I'm dying, I have a minute left, and I completely will die." he sat on the floor, wheezing and breathing heavily. "But you can do me a favor and disintegrate. I'd rather die from your hand than from my own rot."
"Why did you sit here, and did not run away to the caves, where did you come from? And why are you such friendly?"
"I specially blocked them before the first exit from there. And friendliness? Ha, you will not believe how much I've changed for these two weeks without a right hand and with rot in the shoulder. I know your plan for lowering the temperature, this female will be able to lower the temperature when I... " The Ripper began to cough heavily, spitting blood from behind his mouth." You cannot imagine how tired I am of the taste of my blood in my mouth, it's very disgusting. Come on, disintegrate me! Or will you give me a painful death ... tormentor?"
"Your name?"
"A name? My name is Solour. In honor of the Sun illuminating Terra ... I mean, Earth."
"Well, the last formality." Inspector took an oval device from the pocket of his coat "Confession. Recognition. Proof of your crime."
"Ok. Turn it on."
The Inspector turned on the device in which the Ripper confessed to a crime against the lawful masters of the planet Earth, told about the killing and eating of the flesh of the dead. Then he said his desire to be disintegrated by the Inspector's hand before he dies of rot. The Inspector pointed Screwdriver to the Ripper and carried out the verdict. The body of the Ripper glowed in blue, and at the same instant turned into dust, merging with the dust of the abandoned building. The Inspector said to the device "The verdict was carried out. Solour the Ripper was disintegrated by his wish. Case is closed". Then the Inspector contacted Dariya, telling her that she would not twist the temperature in the minus, but simply turned off the boilers. She obeyed, and with the help of a piece of armature, she turned the valve so that the boiler stopped doing anything.

The Inspector and Dariya met near the TARDIS, although Dariya did not know this.
"Well, where's the TARDIS?"
"She's right in front of you," the Inspector said, pointing to the door that stood in the doorway of the abandoned building opposite the factory. "The very door you entered at that time, and got into my psycho-security system."
"Wait! I thought that you just disguised the TARDIS under the building. I did not think that the TARDIS is just a wooden door."
"The beauty of the TARDIS is that it can be masked absolutely for any object. Wood, stone, limousine, grand piano, column. But I chose a certain disguise, and this is the Door. That's why I called my "private detective agency" "Door to Beyond".
"Yeah, knowing what kind of "beyond", this name makes sense. I hope that you will not have problems. I also want to travel the galaxy, since the TARDIS can go anywhere and at any time and space"
"I'll take you when you recover completely."
The effect of the temperature stabilizer ended in both. And they both felt the cool breeze blowing on them. After that, the Inspector opened the door of the TARDIS and he, together with Dariya, entered the ship, and after a few seconds, the door disappeared from the doorway of the abandoned building with loud sounds.