CAAN
Awaken my child, and know that for every end, there might also be another beginning. Your time is not done, for Time is not done with you. You are unique within all existence, a Human-Timelord Metacrisis, and there are still many unique tasks left undone. We Daleks were but the first, and far from the last.
DOCTOR (preppy)
Oh, come one, give it up Caan old buddy, old pal. After all, I'm the Doctor, and even I couldn't save the fabulous Donna Noble.
CAAN (irritated)
For the last time, you are not the Doctor, you are nothing but a temporal feedback loop given voice.
DOCTOR
Yeah, but I'm a sexy feed back loop, don't you think? And I'm all you've got here Caan old buddy; wherever here is.
The camera pans out from the darkness to show an endless field of black suns, all flying around each other like nightmare fireflies, a throbbing crimson wound eons long threatening to engulf them all, and at the heart of this wound is something foul and diseased. It is like a midnight red-eye with a slitted pupil of the sickest swollen jade, and all those black anti-matter suns dancing in and out of it as it blinks, again and again and again, tears of death and annihilation.
DOCTOR (slightly grim, but then quickly descending into a cheery rant)
You know Caan old buddy... You should really consider redecorating this old place, its bloody ghastly to look at. Quite literally it looks like blood, you see that hideous red thing over there, I swear its winking at me. Look you see, it just did it again, I don't know about you, but I'd never want to... well y'know, with a thing like that. It's positively-
CAAN (interrupting)
Would you be quiet! You're driving me insane!
DOCTOR
Yeah, but Caan, you're already insane; that's why you're here, with me! What am I gonna do make you double insane?
CAAN
I thought that you said you didn't know where here was?
DOCTOR
Well yeah, I did. But I lied. You've seen how dreary this all is, who'd want to remember, y'know, that they remember that they remember... No, wait. That they remember, that I remember, but not because they don't want to remember? No, that's not it. Remembering is... Er wait...
The Doctor who is not the Doctor begins to fade out, as the scene centres on Caan, who is looking at that swollen jade at the heart of the crimson wound hypnotically. The little mad Dalek begins shuddering compulsively. He feels what few shreds of sanity he has managed to gather begin to fade away, as if they had never existed, and with that and an effort Caan pulls his vision away. The Dalek knows that the anti-matter suns were not present here the last time he was, and it fills his otherwise emotionless existence with a mechanically cold dread. Like the Galifreyan and Dalek prophecies have always said, a weeping wound in the Dragon's Eye is a sign to all that the White Guardian is dead. Which means that there is only one being left in all of the omniverse who might stand the ghost of a chance at resisting Him. Caan knows that he must find Donna Noble, the DoctorDonna, wherever she is.
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DONNA
Oi! Where the bloody hell am I?
Donna begins pounding on the door of the small room.
DONNA
Some one better be out there to bloody hear me!
She continues pounding on the door for some time, before at last letting out a breath and heaving out a great sigh. There never is anyone out there to 'bloody' hear her.
DONNA
This isn't fair, all the bloody knowledge of the skinny boys up in my noggin, and I cant get out of one small room.
VOICE
Awaken my child, and know that for every end, there might also be another beginning. Your time is not done, for Time is not done with you. You are unique within all existence, a Human-Timelord Metacrisis, and there are still many unique tasks left undone. We Daleks were but the first, and far from the last.
Donna raises her hands to her temples and begins massaging them thoroughly. Its that voice again, the same damned voice again, for Donna is not alone in the tiny square room, no. There is also apparently a disembodied voice trapped in here with her, and it always quakes and quavers the same damn message over and over again. Maybe it's not a voice, just an echo of one.
DONNA
Why can you never say anything useful?
VOICE
Awaken my child, and know that for every end, there might also be another beginning. Your time is not done, for Time is not done with you. You are unique within all existence, a Human-Timelord Metacrisis, and there are still many unique tasks left undone. We Daleks were but the first, and far from the last.
DONNA
Oi, you said that bit already! How about a new one for a change, like explaining if Time is so not done with me, then why am I locked up in a tiny room with a door that never opens and an echo as my only companion?
VOICE
Awaken my child, and know that for every end, there might also be another beginning. Your time is not done, for Time is not done with you. You are unique within all existence, a Human-Timelord Metacrisis, and there are still many unique tasks left undone. We Daleks were but the first, and far from the last.
Donna rolls her eyes and ignores the voice, going back to trying the door knob again, hoping that this time, the three-thousand-four-hundred-and-fiftieth time, will be the charm. It is at times like these that one can only really begin to miss being a temp; at least the doors worked in Chiswick. The door knob wont turn, and so Donna is forced for the three-thousand-four-hundred-and-fiftieth time to go through a scant short-list of possibilities as to why and where she is, where she is. Most of those listings come back to one thing: the clinical definition of madness is to repeat the same task over and over again expecting a different result.
DONNA
Is it so much to bloody ask that when they make a bloody door, they make one that opens?
Donna wonders exactly who 'they' are not for the first nor the last time. It has long become a familiar habit of going through the motions, raging against a situation that is never changing. Lost and trapped in a small white room with only a never opening door and a warbling echo, a descent into madness and despair is assured, or would be, save for one thing. Never underestimate the sheer tenacity of a temp from Chiswick, especially one who possessed the sacred knowledge of the cosmos.
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DOCTOR (ranting)
Remembering is... not what I, or one, wants to do. Yes, that's it! I got it Caan old buddy. Old buddy? Hello, Caan, you there Caan? Doctor paging Caan... hey wait, no that isn't right. I'm the Doctor, you should be paging me. Caan, come one Caan, page me. You know you want to, 'cause like I was in the Horse Head Nebula this one time, and there were these three really great looking Tarmagarions, and I was like... well you know, what with them and their sixteen mouths, I mean come on right, who wouldn't go and... well...
Ignoring his erstwhile companion, the Dalek has turned away from his observations of the Dragon's Eye, and is now looking back at the chaotic tangling mass of lights and colours above them. All those squiggling little bits vying for position and dominance, like feeding minoes in a tank, they are a swarm of living threads of time-tunnel trying to coalesce into a coherent pattern and failing miserably. As it ever has been, the Time Vortex is always in a state of flux, nary a constant to be seen in the entire mess. The Doctor appears to pause for breath, and then turns to look up at the Vortex along with the strange little Dalek, his eyes going wide as if it were his first time. Of course with a chaotic thing like a Time Vortex, always changing, every time is the first time, and the last. The Vortex is every time, and every time is different.
DOCTOR
You know Caan, looking up at that thing, the marvel of all Timelord marvels, it makes you wonder.
CAAN
Wonder what exactly?
DOCTOR
How an artificially constructed network designed to link every point in space and time can possibly suffer from ADHD.
CAAN
The extent of your diminished charms never ceases to amaze me, creature.
DOCTOR
Creature? You forget, I'm the one who saves the universe time and time again. See it's even in my name, Time Lord. Get it, 'Time' Lord?
CAAN
And you wonder why I ignore you.
DOCTOR
Augh, come on now, that's just rude, it's just you and me here old buddy, at the end of it all.
Caan looks away from the Vortex to stare side-eyed at the queer phenomenon of Time that has produced this twisted ghost of the Doctor. Maybe it was sent here as his punishment for meddling with the time lines, then again maybe its just a product of the Dalek's own madness.
CAAN (dubious)
You do realize that this is not the end of it all, but actually the very beginning?
DOCTOR (smug)
Well now let's be fair old buddy, it was a beginning, I'll give you that, but that beginning will be the end of it all just the same.
CAAN (returning the banter)
Do my sensory nodes deceive me, or did you just make a valid point, creature.
DOCTOR (smiling wide)
Hey now, I thought we'd established that I'm the hero, which makes you the creature.
CAAN (irritated again)
Some might see it that way, but that would be a clear sign of derangement; you the hero? Bah!
DOCTOR
Now, that's just being mean, I didn't know an emotionless creature could be so petty.
CAAN
Yes well, call it a gift from the Doctor.
DOCTOR
Oh, well then, you're welcome.
CAAN
Not you! The real doctor! Not some poor chrono-copy sent to me by a flaw in the space-time continuum.
DOCTOR
If I'm so poor, then how come I've got all the Doctor's memories and smashing good looks, and all you've got is a pepper-pot?
CAAN
...
The Doctor who is not the Doctor grins widely.
CAAN
I hate you so much!
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