Magpie's Electrical Shop housed the man himself, Magpie, who was leaning sullenly on a counter, balancing what little accounts he had. For a little sound, he had turned on a television, "Orchestrations were arranged by Sir Rodney Fenning, and Dame Eve English is a member of the Kings Lynn Players. So tune in again next week for more from the 'What's My Line' team." The announcer was saying, "And that brings us to the end of programming for today. So, from all of us here at Alexandra Palace, a very good night."
As her face left the TV, Magpie sat up only to sigh deeply, "Two hundred pounds overdrawn." He muttered under his breath, "I need a miracle." He continued. Briefly, he listened to 'God Save the Queen,' but then decided against it as he ripped the paper from the ledger, rumpled it, and then threw the balled up paper into a trash bin before leaning back onto the counter and placed his head into his hands.
Tommy Connelly and his grandmother called, affectionately, Gran, were listening to a radio as they sat next to each other on the sofa, though Gran had shown want in reading, 'The Radio Enthusiast' magazine that her grandson was reading, she was still often looking at it over his shoulder, laughing along with him at whatever it was saying. By the window, Rita Connelly, the mother of the house, was sewing and listening to her mother and son laugh at the radio, something she also joined in on, "He's a caution, that one! He does make me laugh."
A door from the front entrance opened, and Eddie Connelly, the father of the house, walked in. He was, as almost always, wearing a suit and tie as well as war medals on his chest, "Oh, our lord and master." Gran said dryly, having never liked her daughter's husband.
Eddie shot his mother – in – law an annoyed look as he straightened his tie, "Rita, I'm off out." He told his wife.
Eagerly, before his father left, Tommy called out, "Dad." Once he got his attention, he lifted his 'The Radio Enthusiast' to show him an ad for a television.
His father, however, sighed and shook his head, "Oh how many times, son? We'll see!" He said, his words sounding very reused.
"But everyone's getting a telly, dad! Even Mr. Gallagher. And the Bells at number sixty seven." Tommy protested.
Eddie rolled his eyes, "Well, perhaps we'll get one for the Coronation." Apparently that was exactly, what his son wanted to hear, because Tommy positively beamed, "If you're lucky!" he added as a warning, even pointing a finger at his son while Rita turned and smile, "We'll see." He finished, rumpling Tommy's hair.
Eddie grinned and turned to his wife, "Don't wait up." He added.
As he left, Gran spoke up, "I heard they rot your brains." Even though he had heard this information multiple times, Tommy still turned on the couch to face his grandmother, "Rot them into soup, and your brain comes pouring out of your ears. That's what television does."
As Eddie was a busy man, he barely registered Magpie's shop, where, though his son didn't know it yet, he was probably, if funds allowing, would buy their family a telly. As he turned the corner, he didn't see the red bolt of electricity hit Magpie's TV aerial.
Magpie, devastated over his funds, had fallen asleep; face down on the counter and his ledger, sleeping through the sound of beeping which meant nothing was broadcasting. What he also slept through was the sound ending though nothing was actually scheduled at the time, the telly turning on, and a jolt of the same red electricity from outside going through the screen, which, instead of showing static, was now showing an image of the broadcaster from before.
"Mister Magpie." The woman called out, causing the man to start to wake up, "Oh Mister Magpie!" She continued, raising her voice a bit more.
Magpie sat up, his eyes filled with sleep, "Eh?" He muttered his eyes on the shop but not on the telly next to his desk.
"Woo-hoo! Can you hear me, Magpie?" the voice that had woken him up asked.
Magpie's brow furrowed as he looked around the room, "Yes..." he said suspiciously, his voice trailing off quite a bit. Finally turning in the direction of the TV, he blinked at the sight of a woman who usually read the news beaming at him, "I must be dreaming..." he muttered.
The woman shook her head, "Oh no, this isn't a dream." She disagreed, sounding as if she was talking directly to him.
Magpie shook his head at the thought, "I'm going doolally, then." He stated, speaking more to himself than the woman who had to be a figment of his imagination.
The woman, however, just beamed, "Not at all, sweetheart. Now, are you sitting comfortably? Good. Then we'll begin." Before Magpie had any chance to go to the hospital and get put in the crazy ward, three bolts of red electricity flashed from the television and onto his face. While he struggled to get away from it, to stop his face from being sucked into the telly, he heard, over his own yells, the woman laughing hysterically.
Kayla Harkness, Bonded to the best Time Lord in the entire universe, had always like the color blue. Not the TARDIS color, though she did love that machine, but a softer, pastel, sky blue. An Easter egg blue. That was her favorite color.
And so, wearing that pastel, Easter egg, sky blue shoes, Kayla stepped out of the TARDIS, wearing a cream, poodle like skirt and a sky blue blouse. With a smile, she brushed a strand of hair from her face and called into the TARDIS, "I've never been to the 50's."
The Doctor poked his head out, revealing his usually spikey hair gelled back in a teddy-boy style, "You are kidding, aren't you? The 50's are seriously the best. Plus, I got us tickets for Elvis, and the only time you should really see him is the late 50's, the time before burgers." He disappeared back inside the TARDIS, still talking, "When they called him 'the Pelvis' and he still had a waist." Kayla laughed loudly, "What's more, you see him in style!"
Kayla grinned at the thought, but it slid off at the sound of an engine coming from the TARDIS. As much as she wanted to look into it, the Doctor, in her mind, had ordered, 'Don't look! It's a surprise.' And as always, the brunet did what her Bonded asked her to do and didn't look into the TARDIS.
The sound of the engine only got louder, until the Doctor rode out of the TARDIS on a late 50's style moped, which was, of course, a TARDIS blue. The brunet couldn't help but laugh in amusement at the sight of the Doctor wearing a white helmet complete with big sunglasses on his head, "You goin' my way, doll?" the Time Lord asked, pulling an Elvis styled voice.
Kayla grinned a bit, her heart…hearts speeding up at the voice and look the Doctor was giving her, "Is there any other way to go, daddy-o?" she called back, putting some cream colored sunglasses on her face. Very carefully because she wasn't very good in heels, she walked towards the moped.
"You excited?" the Doctor asked as she got onto the moped behind him, wrapping her arms around her waist as she did so.
"Very." Kayla answered, leaning her head on his shoulder, "I don't need a helmet, right?" At the question, she felt the Doctor tensed as he had apparently not thought about that, "Oh to hell to it." She muttered.
The Doctor chuckled, "Agreed."
As they started to drive, the Doctor yelled over the engine to the brunet about the coronation they were there for, 'Did I forget to tell you that the only way we can talk, unless it would raise suspicion, is the mental link?'
Kayla blinked, "What?" she asked sharply, but the Doctor pretended to not hear her.
In the living room of the Connelly's, Tommy, Rita, and Eddie were watching 'Muffin the Mule' on their brand new television, "Smashing! Smashing, ennit? You'd have thought they was in the room with ya, eh? Fair do's Tommy, you had a point! New television! There, that should cheer you up a bit, Rita. Give us a smile, then, eh?" Eddie said to the two others on the couch next to him.
Rita frowned sadly, "I can't. Nothing's the same any more, not with her—" she said softly.
"Stop going on about it!" Eddie said sharply, interrupting his wife rather rudely.
Rita turned away from the television to speak to her husband, "But her face, Eddie! What happened to her? That awful face..." her voice trailed off at the mere memory of what had happened to her mother.
"I said stop it!" Eddie shouted loudly.
At his raised voice, a series of taps came from the room above, causing all three Connelly's to look up at the room above, "She's awake..." Rita said softly, "I think she's hungry..." she added in a whisper to her son.
The Doctor and Kayla, walking hand and hand down a street, glanced over to the side to see a potbellied man throwing open the doors to his van so that two errand boys could carry a TV out and into a house while its future owner looked on, "There you go, sir, all wired up for the great occasion." The man said proudly.
'Ask him Doctor.' Kayla ordered through the mental link, causing the Time Lord to squeeze her hand tightly, obviously proud of her.
"So it's Queen Elizabeth's coronation." He said in a voice that was a horrible fail at trying to sound casual.
The man looked at him oddly, "Of course it is! Where've you been living, out in the Colonies?" he asked rather rudely, leaning forwards to eye the Time Lord.
'You moron, Doctor.' Kayla hissed to him with a shake of her head, 'Less blunt maybe?'
At the suggestion, the Doctor glanced at her, 'Oh.' He stated.
With a roll of her eyes, Kayla smiled apologetically at the man, "I'm so sorry." She apologized, "But my husband here has been abroad for Queen and Country." Beside her, the Doctor nodded enthusiastically.
The man seemed taken aback, having probably assumed that the Doctor was some daft, bumbling idiot, "Oh." He swallowed roughly, "Well, I say that it's time for a lovely bit of pomp and circumstance, what we do best." He suggested awkwardly, obviously trying to speak to the Time Lord as if he was a normal person.
While the Doctor nodded, Kayla looked around and at all the TV aerials on the chimney, 'Doctor, weren't there supposed to be less TVs?' she inquired.
The Time Lord raised an eyebrow, 'I suppose so.' He agreed.
Looking over at the uncomfortable man, the Doctor asked suddenly, "From what I remember," he started slowly, "everyone had to gather in one house to watch telly."
The man chuckled, "Not round here, love. Magpie's Marvelous Tellies, only five quid a box." He told them with a proud grin.
The Doctor started to grin almost wildly, a sudden spark of enthusiasm growing in him, one so strong that Kayla could feel one start to grow in her because of their mental bond, "Oh but this is a BRILLIANT year! Classic! Technicolor, Everest climbed, everything off the ration-" grabbing Kayla around the waist, he swung her around as he spoke in a typically BBC English accent, "The Nation throwing off the shadows of war and looking forward to a happier, brighter future!"
Kayla started to laugh as the Doctor set her down and then she and him started to dance to their own, happy song.
"Someone help me, please! Ted!" a woman's scream suddenly echoed around the happy couple, causing them to stop and look down the street.
'Oh my god. Doctor! We have to help!' Kayla cried in the Time Lord's mind, seeing a hysterical woman sobbing as a man with a blanket over his head was being lead to a black police car by two burly men, both wearing suits.
Both horrified, the Doctor and Kayla ran over to the woman as she screamed after the men, "Leave him alone, it's my husband!"
'Why didn't she call her husband a him? She called him an 'it'' Kayla asked the Doctor.
Instead of answering, the Doctor asked the hysterical woman, "What's going on?"
But obviously, the woman didn't answer, especially since her husband was being forcefully pushed into the backseat of the car.
Horrified, Kayla turned away and, for the first time, saw a young, teenaged boy running across the street from his house, "Oi, what are you doing?!" he yelled out in protest.
Feeling the Doctor wrap an arm around her waist to comfort her, Kayla turned her head to give him a grateful smile, but it didn't last for very long. Instead, her mouth hardened to an angry line as one of the men in suits addressed them, "Police business, now get out of the way, sir and ma'am!" he ordered gruffly.
Shaking her head, Kayla looked over at the boy and called over to him, "Who did they take, do you know him?"
The boy looked devastated as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes, "Must be Mr. Gallagher..." he answered softly, his voice trailing off as the car drove off, leaving a hysterical Mrs. Gallagher. Behind the boy, a woman came out of a house and looked over, probably drawn out by the shouts.
"It's happening all over the place. They're turning into monsters..." the boy continued, seeming to want to say more but not knowing the words.
'Doctor…we have to do something.' Kayla said simply, just as a rather angry, potbellied man came storming out of the same house as the woman who had been drawn out.
"Tommy! Not one word!" He shouted over to the boy, causing the Doctor and Kayla to look over at him, "Get inside now!" he continued, obviously waiting for his son to run over.
The boy, Tommy, gave them a sad look, "Sorry, I'd better do as he says..."
As the boy ran over, Kayla turned and hugged the Doctor tightly, "This is horrible." She whispered to him. The Doctor nodded simply, hugging her back until the brunet pulled away.
"Let's go after him." The Doctor suggested, causing Kayla to nod in agreement and get on the moped with him.
The black car that had Mr. Gallagher in it hurdled around a corner, "Operation Market Stall, go, go, go!
Detective Inspector Bishop yelled.
Following his command, huge metal gates opened at the end of the street the car was driving down, allowing the car to slide in and then they shut behind it.
But the show wasn't over yet. Just as the gates had shut, a wooden market barrow was wheeled in front of the gates, and two men started to sweep the ground around it, the three objects looking like they had always been there.
Skidding to a halt in front of the barrow and two men, the Doctor and Kayla, still sitting on their moped, watched the men sweep, confused, "Lost 'em! How'd they get away from us?"
Kayla tightened her arms around the Doctor's waist, "No clue. I'm actually surprised that they didn't force us to stop driving. Ever heard of a driver's test?"
The Doctor, not paying attention to what his Bonded was saying, continued to stare at the barrow in confusion, "Men in black? Vanishing police cars? This is Churchill's England, not Stalin's Russia!" he protested.
A thought dawning on her, Kayla rested her head on the Doctor's shoulder, "That boy…he said monsters." She muttered carefully, causing him to tilt his head thoughtfully, "Perhaps we should meet the neighbors."
In front of her, the Doctor smirked, "I'm sorry Kayla, but were you speaking?" the brunet groaned loudly, "Because I didn't hear anything in my head."
'Doc-tor.' Kayla whined through the mental link, sounding more like an angry teenager than anything else, 'This is important! We have to do something about this. Can we please go talk to the neighbors.'
She could feel the Doctor consider the idea of it, 'Maybe…if you kiss me.'
And so, both getting off the moped, they shared a kiss so that they could talk to the neighbors.
At Magpie's shop, the man himself was addressing…a telly on a wall of non – broadcasting tellies.
"I've finished it, as you instructed..." Looking weary, tired, and rather cross, Magpie placed a strange contraption, something that looked like a cross between a portable radio and a TV, onto one of the tellies.
The thing he was talking to grinned rather widely, "That's awfully good of you, Mister Magpie." She praised in her honey like voice.
"So you'll go soon? Leave me?" He couldn't help but ask eagerly, already dreaming of life without that witch.
If anything, the woman's grin seemed to grow, "Oh, we'll see! If you're a very good boy."
Magpie nearly burst into tears at the answer, "Please...you're burning me...inside...behind my eyes, it hurts! Even my memories hurt! I just want things back like they used to be!" he protested, rubbing his temple.
The thing just grinned even more, "Oh, but this world of yours is busy, busy, busy! Forging ahead into a brand new age, you can never go back! That's your tragedy. But now, the time is almost ripe, Magpie. Cometh the hour, cometh the man." The thing laughed coyly, "Or, lady..." she corrected.
Tommy had had enough with not being able to see his gran. So very slowly, taking each step as a time, the young teenager approached the door, key in hand, "Gran? Gran, it's me. It's Tommy. I'm gonna come in, Gran." He whispered through the wood soothingly.
Behind him, Tommy's father stood on the landing, watching his son.
"Stand back...just don't...I'm sorry, but I've gotta come in."
Before Tommy could actually open the door, Eddie spoke sinisterly from behind him, "What d'you think you're doing?"
The teenager whirled around, a mixture of shock and horror on his face, "We've gotta try and help her, dad!" he protested loudly.
But Eddie reached his hand out, "Gimme that key." He ordered, watching as his son swallowed hard but didn't move, "I said give me that key, right now." He continued.
Finally, with stiff, almost robotic movements, Tommy handed his father the key, watching as his only hope of seeing his gran was snatched away by Eddie's meaty hand and stowed into a pocket, "Don't think I'm finished with you." Tommy's father threatened.
When father and son had arrived downstairs, Eddie got right and Tommy's face while a worried Rita looked on, "All the warnings I've given you, and every time, EVERY time, you disobey me!" he spat at his son.
"We can't just lock her away." Tommy tried to protest.
His father was not pleased at that, "Excuse me, sunshine - I am talking! And you can forget that college nonsense. You're going to come and work alongside me, get your hands dirty for once!"
A bang suddenly sounded upstairs, "Oh lord! Won't she ever stop?!" Rita cried out.
Of course, it didn't. Instead, the bang came over and over again. Suddenly all sweet and caring, Eddie turned to Rita and took her gently by the shoulders, "There there, Rita, my sweet. Business as usual. Now let's get these up all over the house." He gestured towards the Union Flags which were on a string, just waiting to be hung up.
"But Eddie - what if she's dying?" Rita whimpered.
Eddie glared down at his wife, "I AM TALKING!" he exploded in rage. Instantly, Rita and Eddie fell silent, the only sound coming from the TV, "That's better. A little bit of hush." He continued just as the doorbell rang.
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The Doctor wrapped his arm around Kayla's waist, smiling at the rather burley man who had opened the door, "Hiiiiii!" they greeted together in an adorable chorus.
The man looked at them with plain suspicion in his eyes while behind him the child from before lurked, "Who are you, then?" he asked rather nastily.
'Queen and Country.' Kayla hissed to the Doctor through the mental link.
The Time Lord nodded, "We represent Queen and Country!" he stated proudly, flashing the psychic paper at the man, "Just doing a little check of Her Majesty's forthcoming subjects for the great day. Don't mind if we come in? Nah, didn't think you did, thank you!"
And so, leaving a flabbergasted man behind, the Doctor and Kayla, now hand in hand, barged into the house.
The Doctor and Kayla looked around a sitting room, "Not bad, very nice! Very well kept! I'd like to congratulate you, Mrs... ?" he turned to the woman of the house.
"Connolly." The woman said timidly.
The man who had answered the door, arrived into the room, "Now then Rita, I can handle this. This gentleman's a proper representative!" he told her proudly, not noticing the Doctor wink at the terrified Rita or Kayla seating herself on the arm of a chair, "Don't mind the wife, she rattles on a bit." He told the Doctor apologetically.
'Serve it to him Doctor.' Kayla told the Time Lord.
Nodding at that, the Doctor glared at the man, "Well, maybe she should rattle on a bit more." He told the man harshly, "I'm not convinced you're doing your patriotic duty."
Kayla, getting up from her perch, also glared at the man, "Why aren't the flags flying, Mr. Connolly sir?"
The man swallowed hard, "There we are Rita, I told you - get them up, Queen and Country!" he ordered nervously.
The Doctor and Kayla exchanged a skeptical look, as Rita began to apologize, "I'm sorry—" She started softly.
"Get it done! Do it now." Eddie ordered, interrupting his timid wife.
The Doctor held up a hand, "Hold on a minute—" He started.
But the man wasn't done, "Like the gentleman says –" He continued.
"Oi!" Kayla yelled out, shocking everyone in the room, "You've got hands, Mr. Connolly. Two big hands! Why is that your wife's job?" she asked quizzically, tilting her head.
The man shrugged helplessly, "It's housework, innit?" he pointed out.
The Doctor stepped next to Kayla, "And that's a woman's job?" He wondered.
"Course it is!" He agreed with a vicarious nod.
Both the Doctor and Kayla sighed deeply, "Mr. Connolly, what gender is the Queen?" the Time Lord inquired.
The man blinked at the question, "She's a female." He answered.
Kayla nodded, agreeing with the answer, "And are you suggesting the Queen does the housework?" She asked, pointing out a major hole in his logic.
Behind the man, a young boy, the same young boy from the street, seemed happy about his father getting humiliated, and even Rita was smiling, "No! Not at all!" the man protested.
Now smirking, Kayla took the forgotten flags and handed Mr. Connolly them, "Then get busy." She ordered, a snap in her voice.
The man swallowed and nodded, "Right, yes ma'am." Turning away, he started to hang the flags with a fake enthusiasm that Kayla found grating, and judging by the Rita's, their son's, and the Doctor's faces, no one was buying it, "You'll be proud of us, sir! We'll have Union Jacks left, right and center!"
Kayla suddenly glared at the man, hands going to hips, "Mr. Connolly, did you just call those flags the Union Jacks?"
Mr. Connolly paused in his work and turned to speak to the brunet, "Yes, that's right, isn't it?" he asked worriedly.
The brunet sighed, "That's the Union Flag. It's the Union Jack only when it's flown at sea." She pointed out.
Near the Doctor, who was smirking proudly at Kayla, the boy's smile turned to a full out grin as his father hastened to humble himself, "Oh...oh, I'm sorry, I do apologize!"
Kayla smirked widely, "Well, don't get it wrong again, there's a good man." The smirk fell, "Now get to it!" She ordered with a snap in her voice.
As the man got back to work, Kayla and the Doctor sat down on the sofa next to each other, smiling and making themselves comfortable, "Right then! Nice and comfy, at Her Majesty's leisure!" the Doctor said proudly, 'Union Flag?' He asked through the mental link.
Instantly, he could feel Kayla's mental shrug, mental I don't know, 'Time Agency.' She explained without elaboration.
The Doctor frowned, sadness enveloping not only him but Kayla too, 'I'm sorry.' Was all he could think to say, wrapping his arm around Kayla's shoulder, "Anyway, I'm the Doctor and this is Kayla, and you are?" he asked to the room, his eyes going to the boy.
"Tommy." The boy said awkwardly.
Smiling at Kayla, he scooted her close to him, leaving a room for Tommy to sit down, "Well, sit yourself down, Tommy." He said as he waved Rita to also sit down next to the Time Lord. Once that had been arranged, they all looked at the telly, "Have a look at this. I love telly, don't you?" he asked excitedly.
Tommy nodded, "Yeah, I think it's brilliant!" he agreed enthusiastically.
The Doctor leaned over Kayla to clap the boy on his shoulder, "Good man!" He praised.
And so, they watched the telly for a bit until the Doctor, suddenly remembering about the man of the house, turned around and called to the still hanging man, "Keep working Mr. C!" He called before turning back to Rita and speaking quietly, "Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
Rita looked at him with fear in her eyes, "Did you say you were a doctor?" She asked with a tremble.
"Yes I am." The Doctor nodded with agreement.
The woman's bottom lip began to tremble, "Can you help her? Oh please, can you help her, Doctor?"
Obviously overhearing the last of the conversation Eddie interrupted, "Now then Rita, I don't think the gentleman needs to know..."
Cutting him off, the Doctor glared at Mr. Connolly, "No, the gentleman does!" he disagreed loudly.
And then Kayla's worst nightmare happened as Rita started to sob. And with the Doctor engaged, Kayla was left to awkwardly pat her on her shoulder, "We can help." She said as gently as she could manage.
But Rita just sobbed louder, shaking her head helplessly as she did. Not really know what to do, Kayla moved and wrapped a comforting arm around the sobbing woman's shoulders, "I'm sorry, come on, come on..." She whispered softly.
"Hold on a minute! Queen and Country's one thing, but this is my house!" the man protested loudly. Looking down at his hands, he threw the flags onto the floor, causing the Doctor to tense, "What the- what the hell am I doing? Now you listen here, Doctor! You may have fancy qualifications, but what goes on under my roof is my business!"
Tensing even more, the Doctor's hands balled into fists, "All the people are being bundled into-" He started in a scathing tone.
"I am talking!" The man yelled loudly, cutting off the Doctor.
Now the Oncoming Storm, the Doctor stood up and loomed over Mr. Connolly, raising his voice and making his louder than the other man's, "And I'm not listening! Now you, Mr. Connolly, are staring into a deep, dark PIT of trouble if you don't let me help."
Clearly shaken, Mr. Connolly looked up at the Time Lord while Tommy and Rita exchanged a terrified look, unsure of what to do, "So I'm ordering you - SIR! - to tell me what's going on!" the Doctor continued.
Obviously trying to think of what to say, the man stopped and looked up at the ceiling where everyone had heard a thumping noise, "She won't stop." Another bang, louder than the last one, sounded, "She never stops." The man continued.
'Doctor…that sounded like a cane.' Kayla noted softly.
"We started hearing stories, all round the place. People who've... changed. Families keeping it secret 'cause they were scared. The police started finding out. We don't know how, no one does. They just...turn up, come to the door and take 'em. Any time of the day or night." Tommy explained worriedly.
The Doctor nodded, "Show me." He ordered.
Standing in the landing, Kayla and the Doctor watched as Tommy cracked the door barely enough to poke his head in, "Gran? It's Tommy." Very slowly, he opened the door wider, allowing Kayla, the Doctor, and the others to peer inside the darkened room, "'S all right Gran, I've brought help." He promised quietly.
The woman, Tommy's grandmother, stepped towards her grandson, who was entering the room and turning on the light.
And Kayla and the Doctor gasped in wonder. Because where her face should have been was smooth flesh. Tommy's grandmother had no face.
Outside, a black police car just like the one from that morning, pulled up in front of the Connolly's house.
The Doctor peered at the blank face, Kayla next to him. Behind the two, Tommy and Rita stood with fear plain on their faces and Mr. Connolly was standing outside, a grim expression on his face, "Her face is completely gone." The Doctor noted. Taking out his sonic screwdriver, he scanned the woman with it, "Scarcely an electrical impulse left. Almost complete neural shutdown, she's ticking over, like her brain has been...wiped clean."
"That's alien." Kayla told the Doctor, trying to remember the old file she had read…
"What're we gonna do, Doctor? We can't even feed her!" Tommy asked worriedly.
Before the Doctor could reassure the boy, a crash came from downstairs, causing Rita to stiffen, "It's them, they've come for her!" she all but shrieked.
Kayla slowly glanced over at the man, who seemed pleased by this, "Was she watching the telly?" Kayla asked Rita softly.
The woman looked at the brunet, "I can't think!" she cried out as a big, burly man entered the house followed by a multiple of officers.
"Hold on a minute! There are three important, brilliant, and complicated reasons why you should listen to me. One, -" the Doctor started, but much to Kayla's horror, he was knocked out cold.
Running over, Kayla glared at the man, "Now hold on!" She yelled before she too was knocked out.
It was Kayla who came around, on the faceless grandmother's bed with a hurriedly scrawled note next to her.
'Kayla. Will come straight back. Investigating.'
Sighing at that, Kayla got up from the bed and headed downstairs, only to be greeted by an empty living room. Faintly, she could hear Mr. Connolly and Tommy yelling at each other, but she was drawn to the TV, seeing red tendrils of electricity coming from the wire. Her brow furrowing, she walked over to the telly and pulled it out.
At first, she saw nothing on the back of the telly, but then she saw the same red electricity from before going into the TV. Shocked, the read the label and then nodded to herself.
"How did they find her? Who told 'em?" Tommy was saying as he entered the living room.
Evidently just noticing her, Mr. Connolly yelled at the brunet, "You! Get the hell out of my house!" he ordered.
Getting up, Kayla glared at the man, "I'm going, I'm done! Nice to meet you Tommy, Mrs. Connolly. And as for you, Mr. Connolly, only an idiot hangs the Union Flag upside-down. Shame on you!" With a cheery smile, she left the house.
So sorry this is late! I thought I had finished it but I hadn't...and never mind.
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