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Chapter 4
"It's been well o'er a day, Victoria!" said Jamie. "Somethin' must've happened tae the Doctor. I need to find him. He could be in trouble!"
"You need to find him?" retorted Victoria. The two of them were standing by the TARDIS console, debating what to do next. Victoria began to berate Jamie about how she was perfectly capable too, and why she was coming too. Jamie was losing the argument.
"Now which control opens the doors? You've been here longer, Jamie, you must have seen which control the Doctor uses." she concluded.
Jamie braced himself and pulled the red lever, that he knew opened the doors, and together the two of them stepped out of the TARDIS into an old abandoned warehouse. He could see sunlight coming from the window, as it was two mornings since they landed on Earth.
Victoria motioned to him and he joined her near the door, yet out of sight. Good thing that they were absolutely silent, as the two of them could hear voices coming closer. Two of them sounded familiar to Jamie. He braced himself for a fight, standing in front of Victoria in a protective stance, to come face to face suddenly with the sources of the voices.
"Jamie?"
"Ben?!" Jamie said in shock, for he had never expected to see the man again.
"Jamie! It really is you!" said Ben, for it was he who led the small group. The two embraced in a hug, and Jamie got a good look at who else was there. There was a couple in their thirties with a toddler in what looked like a rucksack specially made to carry small children, and another familiar face…
"Polly!"
"Jamie!"
"Ahem!" This came from Victoria, who looked left out. "Perhaps you could make the introductions, Jamie?"
Jamie blushed and stepped back. "Oh, right. Victoria Waterfield, meet Ben Jackson and Polly Wright!"
"She's Polly Jackson now." said Ben with pride, grasping Polly's hand.
"Oh how wonderful!" exclaimed Victoria. "But who are the others?"
She pointed to the man and woman in the back.
Polly proceeded to introduce them. "Jamie, Victoria, meet my cousin Barbara Chesterton and her husband Ian. Ian and Barbara, meet Jamie McCrimmon and- Victoria. You know, Jamie, the Chestertons travelled with the Doctor too. Isn't that an interesting coincidence?"
Jamie asked them "What were you four doin' here?"
Ben laughed and said "We might ask you the same question! Say, where's the Doctor?"
"We dinnae where he went, he was supposed tae come back yesterday. He went lookin' around, tryin' to solve a mystery, he said."
"Shame", said the woman, Barbara. "We were hoping to find him. That's what we came here for, to see if we could get in."
"Hey, when did he leave the TARDIS anyway?" asked Ben.
"The evening, the day before yesterday." replied Victoria. "Is that important?"
"It most certainly is. There's a curfew, didn't ya know? Where'ya from?"
"1866"
"Oh. So it's just the two of you, plus us, stuck far in your futures." said Ben. "And we probably have to rescue the Doctor, too."
"It sounds dangerous" admitted Ian
"The Doctor's involved, of course it's dangerous!" interjected Barbara, with a smile on her face. "Polly, why don't we find someone to watch Johnny and then do something about all this?" she motioned to her son, who currently babbling at his father.
And so the group of six got back into the family van, dropped Johnny Chesterton at his Grandmother Wright's home, and then went to the Jackson home to plan what to do next.
Meanwhile…
"WAKE UP, 'DOCTOR'!" came a shout, jolting the Doctor out of his nap. He had already finished his healing coma, just resting. He had spent most of the night pondering the overall problem, of how the human race survives the impending planet-wide catastrophe. True, by that time the human race would start to explore space, but in no way would they be capable of sustaining the species off-planet. He had a feeling that he himself had something to do with it. He could barely control his ship, but the old girl seemed to bring him where he was needed, and he assumed that this was the case now. Of course now, he was jolted out of his thoughts and brought back to the reality that was his imprisonment. It didn't seem fair that they were holding him simply for not knowing about curfew, but then again, he didn't expect much kindness from the Republican Security Forces.
The Doctor was pulled out of his cell by a rather tall man who appeared to be of low rank. This man handed him a cold sandwich, which he assumed was his "breakfast", and dragged him by the arm down the corridor out of the cell block, and into the Brigade Leader's office. He was slammed into a chair, and continued to eat his sandwich with the man standing over him, no doubt waiting for the Brigade Leader to return. Just as he finished, the Doctor heard a cold, curt voice from behind his chair.
"Thank you Private Benton that will be all. Dismissed."
Benton saluted and left, and the Brigade Leader himself sat in his chair behind his desk and glared at the Doctor.
"Well, what are you?" he asked, almost to himself. "You have no identification, no facial or fingerprint matches in the records, an obviously false name, and you certainly don't look like a man we had… interrogated yesterday, you look far too healthy for that."
The Doctor shrugged and continued to sit quietly, staring down the Brigade Leader with his piercing, alien blue eyes. For a moment, he thought he saw a flash of surprise on the man's face, but it quickly vanished, and he continued.
"You will return to your cell, and be held until further notice. GUARD!" this last bit was shouted, and a guard grabbed the Doctor and took him back to his cell. He decided he was going to make the most of his time.
Thirty minutes later, his highly annoyed guard opened his cell, snatched his recorder out of his hands, and snapped it in half.
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