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Chapter 16

The woman let the Doctor into the hub of the leader of the UK. As soon as the door shut he turned to her.

"Didn't you find that odd?"

"Odd?"

The Doctor knew in an instant what had happened to the young lady. He reached out and clasped her chin in his hands.

"What's your name?"

"Gillian Bacon"

"Ok Gillian, just do me a small favour before I go up and see the Prime Minister and look at me for a second."

She turned to look at this strange man who had a gentle hold on her chin. She heard him mumbling something and then he pinched her ear.

She immediately fell to her knees

The Doctor bent down beside her and put a reassuring arm on her back.

"It's ok. There was nothing you could have done to stop what happened. Now Gillian I need to know some things. How many people are in the building?"

Gillian looked at him and mumbled

"6"

"And where are they?"

"They are all down in the lower areas. First and second floor."

"And where's the Prime Minister?"

"He's on the top floor"

"Right. Now Gillian, I want you to go. Grab your stuff and coat and go. Take a day off, go shopping or something. Just have a break from here."

She was amazed at the kindness in his voice

"Should I not stay here though and try to …."

"Help?"

"Yes!"

"Oh sweetheart if I think you could help in this situation I would let you, but not this time I'm afraid. Did you work for the last Prime Minister also?"

"Miss Jones? Yes, I liked her."

"Well don't worry; you'll still have a job. Now get going."

Gillian looked at her knight in shining armour and got up. Slightly still unsteady she grabbed her coat and other belongings.

But before she went. She came over to the Doctor and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"It's ok sweetheart. Now you run along. I'll send the others into the city to meet you."

"How do you know where I'll be?"

"Gillian, you're heading to the nearest pub. I can see by your eyes that you want to have quite a few WKD blues and Aftershocks. Just don't get too drunk before the others arrive. And all of you have to report for work in the morning. No matter the hangover."

With the last comment he winked at her.

She gave him a faint smile and was out the door.

"1 down, 6 to go."

Within a short period of time, the 6 remaining occupants of NO10 Downing Street were all in the same boat as Gillian. Unsteady on their feet, looking as if the worst thing in the world had happened. And as Gillian, they were reassured that their jobs were safe and there was nothing they could have done. The Doctor guessed that when they got out the door, they would all be heading for the same pub where he was sure Gillian was knocking back triple measures of bourbon with coke. Ahh humans. Give them a drink and they will face anything.

He decided against using the lift and made his way up the stairs. Now that there were no more people alive in 10 Downing Street, he knew what awaited him.

And in every room in the upper levels of Downing Street he saw it. All exactly the same.

Small human like dolls. All dressed well, all with a look of shock on their faces.

He reached his destination. He had known exactly where he was going. He had been knocked through that door by a brilliant uppercut from Pitt the Younger once. He was glad at the time it wasn't a steel door.

He grasped the handle.

Turned it.

And walked into the room.