After all this time I was still surprised that the room was so dark. When
they had first put me in here I had caught a brief glimpse of the interior.
It was a small cupboard with three walls beyond the door they had opened to
put me in. It had been entirely empty apart from a single folding chair. I
had just enough time to set the chair up and sit down before they slammed
the door. A few moments later even the light that crept under the door from
the corridor outside had gone. I had been sitting here ever since.
There had been total silence for a very long time afterwards, I could not remember how long I had been there but that nice gentleman with the American accent had mumbled something about six years when he let me out. What was his name now, Phil Bluetit, or something like that. I am sure the man had been named after some form of bird.
The American man took me out and seemed pleased to see me but the next day that other man had arrived. I think I heard the American call him Mr Lentil, or was it Yentil or Lenbob. Well Mr Yenwhatsit had taken me away and put him back in the room.
"Well, that didn't work did it" he said as he shut the door on me.
It seemed even darker after that.
The first time they had bought me here I had been lead down a long corridor to get to the room. At every step I passed there was another door in the wall with a name on it. I had not recognised any of the names but I noted them. The second time when they had taken me back to the room I noticed that some other doors, with new names, had been added amongst the old ones. In-between Steptoe Jr and Steptoe Snr, which had been there when I first arrived were new doors marked with new names like "Noel/Blobby" and "Den Watts".
When they had got to my room there had been no name on the door, just a question mark.
I tried to think how long it had been since they put me back in here but I could not get it right. Sometimes it seemed like yesterday and other times it seemed a couple of lifetimes ago. That first day had been the worst. John had said goodbye but that someone else would be along to look after me soon. So I sat there quietly until that strange Mr Powell, with the curly hair and staring eyes behind his glasses, had turned up.
"Call me the Controller" Mr Powell had said.
Mr Powell had a very big smile on his face as he had finally shut the door on me. I am sure I heard him mumbling as he walked away. He said something like.
"Just wait 'till Michael hears about this".
I was just running though my memories, trying to work out how long it had been, when I noticed though the crack at the bottom of the door that the lights outside were on again. I could hear voices, a man and a woman talking excitedly as they rattled keys. Then the door opened.
The woman had a board smile on her face as she stretched out her hand in greeting.
"Hi I'm Lorraine, it's taken a long time to find where they hid they keys" she said.
I squinted in too the light, trying to make out the other male figure.
"Hello, I'm Russell. I think it's time you came out of there, 14 years is long enough isn't it Doctor" he said.
There had been total silence for a very long time afterwards, I could not remember how long I had been there but that nice gentleman with the American accent had mumbled something about six years when he let me out. What was his name now, Phil Bluetit, or something like that. I am sure the man had been named after some form of bird.
The American man took me out and seemed pleased to see me but the next day that other man had arrived. I think I heard the American call him Mr Lentil, or was it Yentil or Lenbob. Well Mr Yenwhatsit had taken me away and put him back in the room.
"Well, that didn't work did it" he said as he shut the door on me.
It seemed even darker after that.
The first time they had bought me here I had been lead down a long corridor to get to the room. At every step I passed there was another door in the wall with a name on it. I had not recognised any of the names but I noted them. The second time when they had taken me back to the room I noticed that some other doors, with new names, had been added amongst the old ones. In-between Steptoe Jr and Steptoe Snr, which had been there when I first arrived were new doors marked with new names like "Noel/Blobby" and "Den Watts".
When they had got to my room there had been no name on the door, just a question mark.
I tried to think how long it had been since they put me back in here but I could not get it right. Sometimes it seemed like yesterday and other times it seemed a couple of lifetimes ago. That first day had been the worst. John had said goodbye but that someone else would be along to look after me soon. So I sat there quietly until that strange Mr Powell, with the curly hair and staring eyes behind his glasses, had turned up.
"Call me the Controller" Mr Powell had said.
Mr Powell had a very big smile on his face as he had finally shut the door on me. I am sure I heard him mumbling as he walked away. He said something like.
"Just wait 'till Michael hears about this".
I was just running though my memories, trying to work out how long it had been, when I noticed though the crack at the bottom of the door that the lights outside were on again. I could hear voices, a man and a woman talking excitedly as they rattled keys. Then the door opened.
The woman had a board smile on her face as she stretched out her hand in greeting.
"Hi I'm Lorraine, it's taken a long time to find where they hid they keys" she said.
I squinted in too the light, trying to make out the other male figure.
"Hello, I'm Russell. I think it's time you came out of there, 14 years is long enough isn't it Doctor" he said.