The Doctor, meanwhile, was hanging upside down in a cavern in the planet Nevzarus. His feet were tied to the ceiling, bound together with constrictor vines. He was digging in his pockets for his silver ink pen when the cell phone rang. Startled at the noise, he grabbed the phone and held it up to his ear.
"Heeeeeello?" he called into the cell phone. He admired the way the Nevzarus stone took the sound waves from his voice and twisted them up.
"It's Beatrice," a few anxious moments, a woman's voice fizzed out of the device, "Our sensors have picked up a warning signal from a man-watched monster in 1911, and it coming from a place formerly named Mournberry Castle."
"Oh, lovely Miss Mournberry!" the Doctor fished out his silver pen, and the beam of turquoise light it emitted when he clicked it started to burn through his binds. "A poor soul, that one; never had a good cup of hot chocolate. She fancies crème Brule with lemon tea. Any word of what has happened?"
"No, sir," Beatrice replied. The Doctor heard her shuffle some papers, and then her voice came on again, "Not one. It seems odd her butler or one of her maidservants didn't alert the police, but then again, this Castle's in the middle of nowhere…"
The Doctor's binds suddenly snapped, and he landed on his head. The phone skittered away, and as the Doctor stumbled up he hard Beatrice's nervous voice ask, "Doctor? Doctor, what's happened? Are you alright?"
The Doctor stood and tottered over to the phone. "I'm fine," he told his acquaintance. "I just fell a few feet onto my face. But I'm fine, as always!"
A stunned silence. Then Beatrice responded, "It seems like you, Doctor, to fall on your face," she chuckled, "but we're getting off track! Can you go help Mournberry? I have important things to do."
"On it!"
"Good. I'll be seeing you, then, Doctor?"
"Indeed, Beatrice. Have a nice time saving lives."
The lines fizzled out, and the Doctor put away his phone, replacing it with his silver ink pen. He strolled to the end of the cavern, admiring the interestingly pearly texture of the stone.
After busting through quite a few hidden passages and knocking out a few warty Garjans, the inhabitants of Nezvarus, the Doctor found his trusty Tartus once again. For this certain area, it was disguised as small shovel replacement shop.
"Oh, you silly old thing," the Doctor opened up the wooden doors and quietly slipped inside. He trotted to the center part of the machine and paced around the circumference of it, flipping and occasional switch and pressing a few buttons. Finally, he went over to the lever and the thing scanned his fingernail. After it was done, the Doctor sat down on his leather armchair and held on the Tartus started to whir.
| Sorry it's so short…I had to split a chapter in half. Enjoy, anyhow, and remember to things:
R & R!
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