"That car is an embarrassment," said Hunt, as he drove the cortina through the streets towards the Saxon house.
"I don't know, it's quite…quirky," replied Sam.
"Like its owner then. Don't know how he got that bird eating out of his hand."
They pulled up outside the redbrick house with its painted door and garden which looked like it had once been looked after but now suffered neglect. Hunt made sure he was at the head of the group, not allowing the Doctor to push past, and knocked on the door.
"Mrs Saxon! It's the police, open up!"
"She's not there," said the Doctor in a knowing kind of voice.
"Do you have x-ray vision or something?" He banged on the door again. "Open up!"
"She left after your lot had finished. I know because I checked before."
"You've been nosing around my crime scene!"
"The Doctor needed to know-,"
"Jo, that's enough. We have every right to be here."
"What gives you jurisdiction?"
"Your government I presume," replied the Doctor.
"Seems like she's out," said Hunt, with an odd glint in his eye, "of course we have to check that nothing untoward has happened. It's the police, love!" He then proceeded to open the door by kicking it in.
"Nice one, Guv," said Sam, sarcastically.
"If braking down doors was an Olympic sport I'd be king," he mused stepping over the threshold.
"I could have opened the door without damaging the property," protested the Doctor.
"Not as fun that way. What you after then?"
Sam looked around and spotted a radio on the side and a tune began to play, although no one else seemed to be aware of it. It sounded like some goth-punk song.
'If you listen….you can hear when the heart stops when it goes…' He stepped nearer, intrigued. 'I know I died that night…I can never brought back to life, once again I know…'
"Earth to Tyler, are you receiving me?"
"What?" The spell broken he couldn't hear the music anymore.
"Good."
"The grandfather clock," exclaimed Sam, pointing at the empty space at the end of the hall. "It's gone."
"And you know this how?"
"Look, there's even a pattern in the dust on the floor."
"I see," agreed the Doctor, squatting down to take a closer look. "And you didn't move it yourself?"
"No. Course not."
"How could he you can't exactly pick up a grandfather clock and put it in your pocket," said Hunt.
"Never say never," replied the Doctor. "Nothing is entirely impossible."
"I thought it was documents you said had gone missing?"
"We may have stretched the truth a little."
"This time you can't accuse me of lying Sammy Boy. Any chance you big shots want to tell us what's going on or do I have to guess? Because I don't like guessing games."
'My lord and Master I hope you can hear me. She's gone now. No one noticed me leave the ward. I can bring you back just like you asked me to. I have the ring. It was such a clever plan…to make a clone and disguise him as a human. I'm glad you liked the coma idea I suggested. I love making you happy.'
"Who are you? Are you making that tapping sound?" asked Sam. He could hear a tapping sound merged with the electronic beep of a heart monitor. He could feel it reverberating through him. "Whoever it is, stop it! Stop it now!"
"Tyler! Tyler, snap out of it!"
"The drums…" his eyes shut tight as he tried to block it out, resist the shadow falling over him, creeping through his body like a virus.
"Get a grip you daft sod," yelled Hunt, striking Sam round the face. "This is not the time or the place to go doolally!"
"But they won't stop."
"Who won't stop?" Hunt demanded holding him by the collar.
"The drums in my head."
"Now he's hearing ruddy voices. Don't make me call the men in the white coats, because I will. I won't have a fruit loop on my team, one's enough for me."
"Stop them! Please!"
"You're a Doctor do something about the jabbering idiot," asked Hunt, directing his comment to the Doctor.
"I'm not a medical sort of doctor."
"Well, what kind of doctor are you 'cept for a useless one?"
"I've got to stop it…it's evil…another mind, a personality."
"I don't care who you're channelling but this is not funny and this ain't April fools so and you can stop playing silly buggers with me and snap out of it!" He shook him by the shoulders as if he could stop it that way. Sam stopped, silent for a moment. "That's better. When we get back you're going to get such a b-,"
"The drums…are gone," said Sam letting out a disconcerting chuckle, as his whole manner changed. "No, no…not gone, just…different. Dum, dum, dum…it goes…a single beat."
"Don't start that again or I'll have you yodelling a tune in a higher octave."
"I feel…I feel odd," he said flexing his hands and looking down at himself, then into the hall mirror. "I feel…free!"
"What have you been smoking?"
"Doctor," he spun round to face the Time Lord, his head tilted to one side. "Don't you recognize me?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you…but we've never met before today," replied the Doctor.
"What about you…Jo Grant?"
"You're Sam Tyler."
"Ah, now there is where you made your error. Sam Tyler is no more, I am the dominant personality and do you know why that is?"
"No. Illuminate us," said Hunt folding his arms.
"I am the Master."
"No you ain't. I'm your lord and master," he grabbed hold of Sam's ear twisting it. "And you will obey me no questions asked. We're leaving. Now!"
He grabbed hold of Sam's collar and dragged him out of the house flinging him head first into the back of the cortina.
"You can't do this to me!"
"Only good boys get to sit in the front. So stay still and shut it, or I'll lock you in the boot."