Well it seemed that the man that had busted into the lab was now joining them on their quest to apparently take over the world. Lorrie looked at the man in the review mirror as she continued to drive, wondering a strange though of whether or not she looked like that when she was caged in her mind as well, all fuzzed eyes and blank expressions. She had driven away quick enough from the radio telescope labs, putting the accelerator down into the ground as she didn't want to stay there a moment longer than she had to, the memory of that man screaming in horror before he apparently died still replaying in her head, along with screams she had thought were buried from her mind eight years ago.

"Pull over," Lorrie noticed then that she was swerving this way and that across the road, and was lucky enough that there were no other cars on the road apart from them so nothing had happened to them yet. She did as she was told; knowing that nothing good was ever going to come out of not doing what he said. As soon as she had pulled over onto the dirt next to the road, and made a huge mistake in turning around and looking back at him, as she got to be caged away in her mind all over again. The Master must have felt that she was being intentionally reckless, veering all over the road in an attempt to kill them all and 'save' the universe. It took only a few seconds after that for the car to take off from the dirt again, this time driving straight and narrow on the road, except now the driver was the man that was once sitting in the back, and Lorraine sitting next to the Master, looking just as fuzz eyed and blanked in the expression as the driver.

"Your attempts at self sacrifice and 'heroism' are not going to work. If you wish to live longer, you will do as I say and don't try that again." He knew that a part of her mind could hear him well enough, and was going to do exactly what she told from that point. The Master had turned her head to face him so she would listen, his fingers gripping under her chin and cheeks to make sure she was looking at him, and as soon as he was done he turned her away again, returning to the newly lit cigar in his hands. They drove on and on for what felt like forever in her closed off mind, since she couldn't tell how much time was passing, the clock on the dashboard of the car being out of her line of sight since she couldn't seem to be able to move her head.

The ride made a stop back to the circus, and the scientist man was left there while the circus leader drove the rest of the way of wherever it was they were going. Lorrie wanted to ask after why they were leaving the man there, or where they were going, but all the same couldn't speak thanks to being caged away from her voice. And even if she could talk, she doubted that the Master would ever tell her what was going on since she had apparently made him angry. Even though it didn't really seem to look that way, what with his face being completely expressionless, complemented only by the veil of white cigar smoke that trailed upward to the car roof before billowing out the window next to him. It reminded her more of the smoke from evil dragons in fairy tales, awaiting a noble prince to fight, than the simple release smoke of a cigarette. Though then again, her interpretation of his stance and expression at that moment came mostly from the fact that she could only see him in the corner of her eye, and quickly looked forward again before he could notice her watching him.

His eyes frightened her somewhat, so usually whenever she had to look at him when he was speaking to her; she would try to look everywhere else on his person but those dark orbs looking down on her. It made her shiver inside at just the thought of those eyes watching her, judging her. If anything it was more another comparison of the evil dragon than anything when she thought about it. Though of course whenever she did, or was forced to look him in the eyes, the feeling it brought her would be so vastly different than that, that it confused her to no end. Instead of fear that she would feel from the eyes of a man that reminded her a little too much of an evil reptile, she felt oddly calm. Well actually, calm might not have been the correct term, more like completely emotionless altogether, which again confused her since she didn't know if that feeling of no emotions made her calm, or that it just seemed that way in the first place.

Not being able to feel, to be hurt or angered; happy or sad, even melancholy. Lorrie was calm at not having to think these certain thoughts, remember these constant feelings, or even process why she should feel fear when looking into the eyes of a beast-made-man that was clearly dangerous to be around. After all, she had felt far too much in eight years of loneliness, neglect, rejection and abuse that she endured in the crooked orphan system, than she would even care to admit. Not having to feel, even for a few moments, was probably the best feeling she ever endured in some time, even if she only realized that after the emotionless period of looking into his eyes was over.

How strange it was, that she feared him in such a way as to compare him to a dragon, but at the same time, he brought her such peace of mind.

Finally we had reached the first part of the story I had disliked, but still there were only many more parts to come, because of course. She had not said a word on what I had just read aloud, instead it seemed that she was more innocently occupied with once again staring out the same window. I wondered if I could ever reach such points of attention ad concentration in my own old age that I could also stare out the window and still find something interesting in the world outside that I had been looking at for many years. However, she eventually noticed that I had stopped, and looked to me without expression, though I could tell she was confused. I replied by coughing a little and returning to the ancient book in my hands, reading out the old writing as I went on, trying to ignore how uncomfortable it was making me feel.

The car finally stopped at, strangely enough, a plastics factory. Lorrie took this as another opportunity to see the plastic orb-Nestene- which was currently in some kind of box that the Master was holding. She knew it was in there since she could hear the strange noises it made, like sirens going off but for some reason no one else had heard them. It was really hurting her ears by this point, but she couldn't cover them at that time, what with her actions being locked away with her speech. More than once she had wondered if this pinkish orb was really meant to 'overtake the earth', or if the Master was just an insane man with certain hypnotic powers.

Yet as much as she would like to keep this thought, as it was rational and made a lot more sense than the explanations she had been given today, it just didn't seem right to her. Lorrie wished she could just believe that the Master was just some loon going around and disrupting things with his crazy ramblings, but much like the Nestene orb, they felt to different, to alien to her to just be some crazy man and his glowing sound making ball that he claims will 'dominate the earth'. It was just too strange, therefore there had to be more behind it, something more that at least would hopefully have a logical outcome.

Hearing a knock on the window at her side of the car, Lorrie looked up to see the Master waiting for her to get out of the vehicle. She did so, and as soon as she had stepped out and closed the door behind her, the car took off again, quickly turning the corner and disappearing altogether. The Master then walked off a bit, gesturing for her to follow after him as they entered the factory, walking amongst the large machines as they continued to push out multiple mannequins and dolls down the production line. Lorrie tried to look away from the plastic figures, especially the mannequins' faces.

It had always been more than a little disturbing to her, the unmoving eyes of the plastic and glass that always seem to follow her no matter where she was in the room or what she did to cover those constantly watching eyes up. That disturbed sense of fear that Lorrie got from dolls mostly came from the fact that one of the orphanages nuns had a habit of placing dolls all over the room she had shared with other girls. And despite the fact that it was only actually a few days that she had spent in that room (since she had to be moved for reasons that she would rather not go into, for memories sake,) that disturbing sense of always being watched by those toys stuck with her ever since.

Of course Lorrie tried to not show how troubled she was by the dolls, since she was walking around with someone that quite frankly she had a feeling would exploit that troubled feeling to the best of his ability should she step out of line. Again, it was just that sense that she got about him, that alienation and blankness of feeling. But despite that blankness, he would influence troubling fear and such if it suited him. So she followed after him in complete silence, and trying not to be to open about how much she didn't want to look at the dolls and plastic figures.

They walked on through the factory until they climbed up the stairs to the offices that thankfully were vacant of the strange plastic figures downstairs. It made her feel at least a little bit better in the circumstances Lorrie was in, even though they were just waltzing into a place where she knew they really weren't authorized to be in, so there was a chance of the police being called and weird questions asked on why she was hanging around with a man that was much, much older than her, and why she was away from the orphanage, again. However the worry of the police being involved was strangely put to rest when the Master knocked on one of the office's doors and was welcomed in by was appeared to be the owner of the factory itself.

"Ah, Colonel Masters isn't it? Please do come in," He gestured for the Master to enter the office, thought stopped for a moment to look back at Lorrie. It only took one look at her strange cut up jeans and leather jacket wrapped tightly around her to tell that she obviously shouldn't be here, and Lorrie couldn't really argue with that logic as she knew she shouldn't, but before he could ask after her (or call the police), The Master interrupted him. His voice sounded oddly more charming and influential than it ever had before; In fact it was so strange that Lorrie almost found herself believing his lie as well, even though she knew well different for a fact.

"That is my niece Mr. Farrell, I brought her with me to learn about the ways of business, keep her out of trouble you see." After that, all attention was thankfully casted off of her as she sat in the chair the Master immediately directed to her, and stayed as quiet as she could manage. It felt so strange to suddenly find herself doing everything this man asked without hesitation, since her many years at the orphanage told her to sass off whenever she could manage it, and always go against the adult authoritarians. She felt like a tamed animal, humiliatingly doing everything she was asked like a good little child whilst the adults went off to have their discussions about other things.

But despite this, Lorrie found it best in the interest of her self-dignity and pride to blame her sudden obeying behavior with the fact that the Master had caged her away in her mind, meaning that every action wasn't really her own, so in that regard she wasn't truly tamed. It made her feel better; even though a smaller part inside her knew that it was sort of not true, but then again that was a smaller part that she tried to ignore like the adults were ignoring her right now. Sure, he made her feel calm whenever he locked her away in her mind, but all the same it was again her pride and self-dignity that was telling her that that calm feeling had nothing to do with her bowing down to every order given.

It was just the hypnotism, nothing more.

The two men talked on for some time about the plastics business, and despite the fact that his lie said that she was supposed to be paying attention, she found herself on more than one time trying to not look at the floor. As she was trying to find images in the terrible colored and patterned carpet under her feet, so far she had found a creepy face, a dog and a cloud. It was at the third time Lorrie had stopped herself doing this that she heard familiar phrases coming from the Master, directed towards the Mr. Farrell from across the room. She looked up, and wasn't really all that surprised to see that he was actually hypnotizing him like he had done to her on more than one occasion.

"You will obey me,"

"I shall obey."

And it was just like that, the factory was under the Master's control.

"Basically from charm and talent alone it seems," She says, still looking out the window. I nodded along even though I know she wasn't really looking, and continued on from where I had stopped.

Eventually it seemed the time for talking was over, as Mr. Farrell led Lorrie and the Master to elsewhere in the factory, the teen being made to carry the box containing the Nestene as she walked behind them. The feeling of carrying the box as she could faintly hear the pulsing of the pink orb was a little off putting to say the least, but thanks to some more coercion from the Master (by that , meaning locking her away now deeper into her mind) she managed to get past that and carry it anyway. They walked for some time until they finally reached one of the plastic processing machines, where she was ordered to put the box down and attach some odd plastic white wires from the Nestene to the machine.

After that was done they continued to walk again for some time, the two men once again talking of business and computers, Lorrie once again zoned out from the discussion. Meaning that she just followed after them silently, dwelling on her own thoughts, which more on one occasion drifted to how she was exactly going to get herself out of this situation. So far it seemed quite impossible to run away, since she couldn't move via her own choice, meaning she was kind of stuck. Quickly thought up plans would go through her head like a shot, but each and every one was shot down to the fact that even if she did manage to get away now, where would she go?

She didn't even know what town she was in; let alone the street or address. The orphanage felt like an eternity away, and even then she didn't want to go there. Lorrie was stuck where she was with a man that more than likely was dangerous enough to kill people (that shrunken down scientist being an excellent example of that, despite the fact that she found his demise way to strange and out of normality to even consider as real in her mind just yet, that and she didn't want to dwell on that memory in particular,) that wanted to take over the world with a glowing pink ball. Yet for some reason the teen was finding this whole scenario hard to believe as totally fake in a logical sense.

So basically she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and there certainly wasn't any way out of it as far as she could tell.

Suddenly her dwellings were interrupted by a crash behind her, which apparently had also disrupted the two men's discussion as all three of them turned back to see what the commotion was. Oddly enough it was an older (older than Lorrie anyway) blonde woman that had been hiding behind the plastic crates, and possibly watching them the whole time. She was dressed sort of like a hippy, but at the same time with a sense of business or refinement that seemed to suit her. Her expression was innocent enough, but then again it took only one look to the Master for Lorrie to tell that he was not buying one percent of it, and quickly took control of that woman's mind.

All to soon they were all back in the office, but now with a hypnotized woman in tow as they all sat down, bar the woman of course as she was made to stand in the middle of the room while being bombarded with questions on who she was and why she had been sneaking around the factory and watching them in particular. In the beginning Lorrie didn't find her presence all that important, as the teen already figured that she must have been some sort of hippy environmentalist, sneaking in to rally against the use of plastics and how it was ruining the environment. However, that theory went out the window as she slowly paid more attention to what was said.

"Who are you?"

"Josephine Grant, Scientific Advisers' assistant for UNIT."

"What is UNIT? What does it do?"

"United Nations Intelligence Task-force, its primary orders to protect Great Britain and the world from the threat of alien invasion."

Already this was starting to sound eerily familiar to the teen as the questions continued, something in her mind reaching back to the past at the mention of 'UNIT', something she remembered seeing, or hearing… Lorrie shook her head to bring her back to reality, though of course it was just as she did this, that the question immediately got more interesting, as more things that were said my Miss Grant started opening that door in her mind wider and wider. Thoughts and memories long since put away to the best of her ability were coming back, like a dam bursting. All it took was one more name to let everything out all at once, and Miss Grant seemed to have that name just in time.

"Who is your Scientific Adviser at UNIT?"

"He's called the Doctor,"

"Now, I'm the Doctor, and this is my friend Jamie, what's your name?"

He was here, well somewhere, but The Doctor was close by. Lorrie wanted to jump out of seat and shout, to celebrate that there was now an escape that she could go to next she got the chance. The Doctor would help, she knew he would, and the soldiers would help her to. Maybe he knew already that she was here, maybe he was trying to help her escape? All these thoughts, all these hopes built themselves up inside her as she felt the scent of freedom once again not being that far away, she had a chance, she had a hope of safety again, away from this strange Master man that frightened her to some degree, but at the same time made the teen feel so eerily calm.

But then, Lorrie's suddenly fragile hopes were smashed.

"You will return to UNIT with a negative report. You found nothing suspicious, and everything was in order,"

"Yes, everything is in order,"

"When you leave this room you will have no memory of meeting me or this teenager, only Mr. Farrell, You will also follow the orders placed for you, without any further instruction from me. Relay the instructions,"

"Yes, I will open the bomb in the Doctor's lab,"

And like that, her hopes were gone again, leaving only a cold feeling in her stomach. How was The Doctor going to help her, if he didn't even know she was here? But then more questions arose, questions of if this even was the same Doctor that she was thinking about or even if she was going to be 'saved' should they be caught, (then there was also the fact that he was going to be blown sky high in anyway). After all, Lorrie must have looked pretty suspicious for following him this whole time and not fighting against the Master even once. If they were caught, (which even now she wasn't sure about, and that thought worried her to,) they might not believe her if she said she was hypnotized, they'd call her a liar, then lock her up with the Master, which meant only lesser means of escape.

It looked like Lorrie was back at the square one once again, except now with even less confidence that she could even get away to begin with. But still she tried to think on what to do, where to go should she be given the chance. Miss Grant left the factory eventually, leaving just the three of them in the office once more. Lorrie wondered if she might be able to run now, but just as she tried to test out the movement of her legs, she was interrupted by the Masters voice. And despite herself, she looked up to hear every word he said, her pride once again being humiliated as she had tried to look away, only to find that she could not.

"I would like to go and look at the processing mechanics again Mr. Farrell, now if my niece would like to join me…" The look in his eyes definitely was not asking, but ordering her to get up and follow him out of the room. Despite her better self and the internal fight she was putting up to stop herself, Lorrie got out of the chair and followed him out of the office, through the factory and unfortunately back to the processing conveyers of machinery, which mean that once again she got to look at the dolls and mannequins all over again, whilst also trying to make it look like she wasn't all that bothered by the creepy glass like eyes always following her.

Strangely enough however, the Master only pulled aside three of the presented mannequins (with her assistance of course) and was currently attaching very familiar white wires to their plastic heads. The beeping of the Nestene suddenly started out of nowhere, though Lorrie could not see the pink glowing ball anywhere in sight. It was at this moment that the Master again acted oddly as he called her over to look at the mannequins herself, (as she had been standing at the corner of the room the whole time, praying to be ignored). However when she did get over to the table and leaned over a little as asked, the mannequin suddenly sat up, his hand closing in on her throat, keeping her in place.

Immediately Lorrie let out a chocked cry, which unfortunately was not loud enough to gain the attention of anyone outside of the room. Her hand grasped everywhere for anything, while the other hand gripped onto the wrist of the mannequin, struggling against its rather strong grip. Eventually her other hand tried to grasp for the Master, as if silently pleading with him to help. But of course he backed away and moved around the table so he was in her full vision. The teen let out another silent cry as she saw small black spots beginning to appear in her vision, but he seemed uninterested in her suffering, instead speaking to her as if they weren't in the current situation that was happening.

"I take it you do know the Doctor in some regard my dear, since you're very bad at keeping your thoughts out of your expression. But if you think that you're going to run to him and stop me you are very mistaken." The Mannequin released her and she fell to the ground, the black spots in her vision thankfully fading away. It took her a moment to catch her breath once more and get on her feet, but it eventually happened. Lorrie looked back up at the Master, a greater deal of fear for the man that she hadn't had before being visible in her eyes as he smiled, much like a spider would to a fly.

"Good, now you might remember to obey me,"

"You will obey me."

He wanted to be assured, and despite another internal fight that she put up, Lorrie answered, her voice shaky from the recent run in with the mannequin.

"I will… obey."

"- And I think that's all we have for time," I said, placing the bookmark in the right place as I shut it cleanly, not failing to see the brief look of disappointment she had as she saw me close the book. I gave her the normal quick smile and assurance that I would be back the next day, at the same time as always to tell her what happened next, then eventually, after some more chatter about smaller things (like the food here or the wallpaper colors, just anything she could think of to get me to stay just a little bit longer) I managed to finally leave the room and again walk down the usual hallways of the hospital to my car.

Although the whole time that I walked, I got the sense that there was something watching me, waiting just outside of the corners of my eyes so that I could not see it. It unnerved me, but I tried to ignore it and continue on, instead thinking over anything else I could manage that wouldn't lead back to that creepy feeling in the back of my head. However, it wasn't just that feeling that was now taking up my concentration, as something else began to rise to my attention. In fact as I saw it I was a little surprised I hadn't before.

There were no other patients in the hospitable, at least, none that I could see in the hallways and out through the lobby. Not one patient I could see walking around the facility in the issued blue smock, not one. I walked a little faster after realizing this, just in case I was being foolish or something like that. However, the more I walked, the more pronounced this fact became to me. I thought (as I walked out into the lobby and saw the vacant rows of seats) of asking any of the Nurses or Doctors about it, but shook my head, thinking on how they would decide me as crazy and lock in here to, then I wouldn't be able to help her.

So with that thought in mind I shook the creepy feeling and reality out of my mind to the best of my ability, and walked out through the sliding doors and into the car park beyond, trying to walk as leisurely to my car as I could manage to fake, so as to not look suspicious or seem like a retreat. As I walked closer to the familiar vehicle of mine, I didn't fail to see a similar note, the same as last time, stuck to my windshield. But, instead of even reading it, I dealt with the nuisance by scrunching it up and throwing it away again. And not a second later I was in my car and driving calmly down the road to the best of my ability, since every part of me wanted to slam down on the accelerator and get as far away from the creepy hospitable and that creepy feeling it gave me as I could manage.

But I would be back tomorrow and the day after that onwards, because I was not ready to stop now. It would still have to be more than just a few notes and a creepy feeling to scare me off for good.

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