Okay, here's chapter 84, I hope you're still enjoying this and I really do love to hear your comments, especially the constructive critisms, like, I've been told a few times that I've spelt raxacoricofallapatorius wrong, am I spelling it right now? Please let me know if you've noticed any other errors throughout this story and when I'm finished I'll go back and edit it and change the things that I'm really really not happy with. Any way, here we go. Well, once I get this chapter off of my laptop, hold on..........................................Right, that's it on the pen drive, now I need to transfer it, hold on..........and now, I need to copy/paste it.....Right, here we go, again. You must think I'm nutters and you would probably be correct in that asmuption and this time, third time's the charm, here we go.
"His name is the Doctor."
"And that's how I met Victor Kennedy." Elton said
"You stupid man!"
"That's how I met Jackie Tyler."
"You don't meet many Eltons."
"And that's how I finally met the Doctor. And realised the truth." He leaned his head on his folded arms and then the scene changed. It was a new day and he had just turned the camera on. He seemed as though he had just woken up. "I should say this isn't, you know, my whole life." he said "It's not all spaceships and stuff. 'Cause I'm into all sorts of things. I like football. I like a drink. I like Spain. And if there's one thing I really, really love, then it's Jeff Lynne and the Electric Light Orchestra. 'Cause you can't beat a bit of ELO." Mr Blue Sky began to play and Elton began dancing round his room like an idiot. Eventually, once he was ready for the day, he sat in front of the camera again. "So, great big spaceship hanging over London, imagine the theories. The internet went into meltdown. But I kept on digging." he said "Something was going on. Oh, yes. And then one day, on some obscure little blog by someone called Ursula Blake. It was, like, chance in a million. It was him, it was that man again. But the photo was new. It was taken on Christmas Day, but Christmas just gone, and he looked exactly the same."
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"His name is the Doctor." the girl who wrote the blog said
"Doctor what?" asked Elton
"That's all anyone knows." she replied "At Christmas Day, I was taking photos all over the place. I went mad with it all, spaceships and lasers and everything. We all went to Trafalgar Square that night 'cause everyone was celebrating just being alive, and I snapped him in passing, that's all. He was just some bloke. I didn't realise he was significant until Mr Skinner pointed it out."
"Who's Mr Skinner?"
"Oh, there's a few of us." She replied "The inner sanctum. All studying this Doctor."
"I've seen him, the Doctor, I swear to you." Elton said, "I saw him when I was a kid. He was in my house and he was downstairs."
"Don't tell me, he looked exactly the same then as he does now."
"Yes." said Elton "Yes. Oh, my God, you believe me."
"I'm not the only one…
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"So that's how I met Ursula." he said "All thanks to the Doctor. Turns out we read all the same sites and she only lived half a mile away. She was like a proper mate. But like she said, there was this little community, the select few, all with their stories of the Doctor. This little gang used to meet up underneath the old library on Maccateer Street. Mr Skinner, first name Colin, but we always called him Mr Skinner. I don't know why, we just did.
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"… to me, the Doctor isn't a man, he's more a collection of archetypes."
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"Then there was Bridget."
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"…all these different Doctors come and go, but the single constant factor is this faux police box. It keeps cropping up throughout history."
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"She lived way up north, but she travelled down without fail just for the meetings. Then there was Bliss."
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"What I'm trying to do is sum up the Doctor" Bliss said "What he means to us."
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"She was ever so sweet, Bliss." Elton said "Bless Bliss, we used to say.
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"…What he could represent and what he should represent and what he never won't represent sort of thing.
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"We should have a name." said Ursula. "You know, as a group. Names are very important."
"What we need is a good, strong name, like a team." Elton said "Something like…London Investigation 'N' Detective Agency. LINDA for short."
"Say it again?" asked Mr Skinner.
"London Investigation 'N' Detective Agency."
"'N'?"
"Fish 'n' chips. Rock 'n' roll. Chaka Demus 'n' pliers."
"Ah!"
"LINDA, I like it." said Bridget "It's not too solemn."
"I like the 'N'" said Bliss.
"We're the men from LINDA" said Elton.
"And the women." added Bridget.
"LINDA united." declared Mr Skinner.
"Did you think of that on the spot?" Ursula asked
"No, I've wanted to use it for years."
"I give you LINDA."
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"So we'd all meet up every week." Elton said "and we'd talk about the Doctor for a bit. But after a while, Bridget started cooking….Next thing you know, Mr Skinner started his readings 'cause he was writing his own novel…. Time went on. We got to know each other better and better….Then it turned out that Bridget could play the piano and I confessed my love of ELO. Next thing you know, musical LINDA….Just for fun….And that's when it all changed. That Tuesday night in March. That's when he arrived. That's when we met Victor Kennedy. And the golden age was gone."
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"So, we meet at last, LINDA."
Mr Skinner stepped forwards. "Pleased to meet you, sir." he said "Was the music too loud?" he held out his hand for Mr Kennedy to shake
"No, no, no." he said "I don't shake hands. Back, back. I suffer from a skin complaint. Eczeema."
"Oh, you mean eczema."
"Oh, this is worse, much worse." Victor told him "I blister to the touch. Back, back, all of you, further, further. Thank you."
"Sorry, don't mind me asking, but who are you?" Elton asked
"I am your salvation."
Right, sorry, bit of a cliffhanger there, not that it's going to be long before you get the next chapter...I hope. Anyway, I'm off to type that up.
TTFN
Julie