We went to city hall and stopped. "According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxacoricofallapatorious, masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit," Jack explained, "Okay, plan of attack, we assume a basic fifty seven fifty six strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face to face. That'll designate Exit One, I will cover Exit Two. Sam, you take Exit Three. Mickey Smith, you take Exit Four. Have you got that?"
"Excuse me. Who's in charge?" The Doctor asked. "Sorry. Awaiting orders, sir," Jack said. "Right, here's the plan . . . Like he said. Nice plan. Anything else?" The Doctor asked. "Present arms," Jack said and we pulled out our cellphone. "Speed dial." We pressed the speed dial button. "See you in hell." We all went to different directions.
I walked around before a few moments later, my phone rang and saw it was The Doctor. I answered it, "Slitheen heading north," He informed. "On my way," I said before hanging up and started to ran. I went to the nearest exit and ran out the building. I saw Margaret and she stopped as she saw me before turning around and running away.
I met back up with The Doctor and Jack and looked around. "Who's on Exit Four?" Jack asked. "That was Mickey," I replied before Mickey caught up to us. "Here I am," He said. "Mickey the idiot," The Doctor said, shaking his head. "Be fair. She's not exactly going to outrun us," I said and just then Margaret disappeared.
"Bad timing, Sammy," Mickey said. "She's got a teleport! That's cheating! Now we're never going to get her," Jack said. "Don't worry. The Doctor is very good at teleports," I said with a smile.
The Doctor got out his Sonic Screwdriver and hold it up, and turned it on. Margaret reappeared. They kept a pattern. Vanish and reappear. After three times, she was close enough to us.
"I could do this all day," The Doctor said. "This is persecution. Why can't you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?" Margaret asked. "You tried to kill me and destroy this entire planet," The Doctor stated. "Apart from that," Margaret said, shrugging.
I rolled my eyes and we all went back at the city hall. "So, you're a Slitheen, you're on Earth, you're trapped," The Doctor told Margaret, "Your family get killed but you teleport out just in the nick of time. You have no means of escape. What do you do? You build a nuclear power station. But what for?"
"A philanthropic gesture. I've learnt the error of my ways," Margaret said. "And it just so happens to be right on top of the rift," The Doctor said. "What rift would that be?" She asked. "A rift in space and time. If this power station went into meltdown, the entire planet would go boom," Jack said.
"This station is designed to explode the minute it reaches capacity," The Doctor said. "Didn't anyone notice? Isn't there someone in London checking this sort of stuff?" I asked.
"We're in Cardiff, sweetheart. London doesn't care. The South Wales coast could fall into the sea and they wouldn't notice. Oh. I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native," Margaret said. "But why would she do that? A great big explosion, she'd only end up killing herself," Mickey said.
"She's got a name, you know," Margaret said. "She's not even a she, she's a thing," Mickey shot back. "Oh, but she's clever," The Doctor said before he pulled the middle section out of the model and turned it over to reveal electronics.
"Is that a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator?" Jack asked as he took it from The Doctor. "Couldn't have put it better myself," The Doctor said. "Oo, genius! You didn't build this?" Jack asked Margaret.
"I have my hobbies. A little tinkering," Margaret said. "No, no, no. I mean, you really didn't build this. Way beyond you," Jack said. "I bet she stole it," Mickey said. "It fell into my hands," Margaret said. "Is it a weapon?" I asked with a frown.
"It's transport. You see, if the reactor blows, the rift opens. Phenomenal cosmic disaster. But this thing shrouds you in a forcefield. You have this energy bubble, so you're safe. Then you feed it coordinates, stand on top, and ride the concussion all the way out of the solar system," Jack explained.
"It's a surfboard," Mickey said. "A pan-dimensional surfboard, yeah," Jack said. "And it would've worked. I'd have surfed away from this dead end dump and back to civilisation," Margaret said.
"You'd blow up a whole planet just to get a lift?" Mickey asked. "Like stepping on an anthill," Margaret said. "How'd you think of the name?" The Doctor asked. "What, Blaidd Drwg? It's Welsh," Margaret said.
"I know, but how did you think of it?" The Doctor asked. "I chose it at random, that's all. I don't know. It just sounded good. Does it matter?" Margaret asked. "Blaidd Drwg," The Doctor said.
"What's it mean?" I asked. "Bad Wolf," The Doctor replied. "I've heard that before. I've heard that lots of times," I said with a frown. "Everywhere we go. Two words following us. Bad Wolf," The Doctor said. "How can they be following us?" I asked. "Nah, just a coincidence. Like hearing a word on the radio then hearing it all day. Never mind. Things to do. Margaret, we're going to take you home," The Doctor said.
"Hold on, isn't that the easy option, like letting her go?" Jack asked. "I don't believe it! We actually get to go to Raxa . . ." I trailed of. "Raxacoricofallapatorius," The Doctor said. "Raxacoricofallapatorius. I did it!" I said with a smile and he smiled, nodding.
"They have the death penalty. The family Slitheen was tried in its absence many years ago and found guilty with no chance of appeal. According to the statutes of government, the moment I return, I am to be executed. What do you make of that, Doctor? Take me home and you take me to my death," Margaret said. The Doctor shrugged, "Not my problem."
... ...
By the time we got back tot he TARDIS, it was getting dark. "This ship is impossible. It's superb. How do you get the outside around the inside?" Margaret asked. "Like I'd give you the secret, yeah," The Doctor said.
"I almost feel better about being defeated. I never stood a chance. This is the technology of the gods," Margaret said. "Don't worship me. I'd make a very bad god. You wouldn't get a day off, for starters," The Doctor said, "Jack, how we doing, big fella?"
"This extrapolator's top of the range. Where did you get it?" Jack asked. "Oh, I don't know. Some airlock sale?" Margaret said. "Must've been a great big heist. It's stacked with power," Jack said. "But we can use it for fuel?" The Doctor asked. "It's not compatible, but it should knock off about 12 hours. We'll be ready to go by morning," Jack said.
"Then we're stuck here overnight," The Doctor said. "I'm in no hurry," Margaret said. "We've got a prisoner. The police box is really a police box," I said. "You're not just police, though. Since you're taking me to my death, that makes you my executioners. Each and every one of you," Margaret said. "Well, you deserve it," Mickey said.
"You're very quick to say so. You're very quick to soak your hands in my blood, which makes you better than me, how, exactly ? Long night ahead Let's see who can look me in the eye," Margaret said, but none of us did.
Mickey shook his head, sighing before walking out of the TARDIS. I watched him leaving and followed him outside. He looked at the water tower and I stood by his side. "It's freezing out here," I said. "Better than in there," He said, nodding to the TARDIS, "She does deserve it. She's a Slitheen. I don't care. It's just weird in that box."
I sighed softly before looking back at the water tower, "How you doing?" I asked before looking back at him. He shrugged as he looked at the water tower, "Not bad."
"Are you and Rose . . ." I trailed off. "We not . . . Back together, Sammy," He said and I sighed sadly. "I didn't mean for you two to break up," I said, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," He said, looking back at me, "It's not your fault." I gave him a look when he glanced at the TARDIS, "It's not The Doctor's fault else, you know?" I said and he looked back at me. "He didn't mean to bring me back after a year."
He sighed, shaking his head before looking around. "And you know what else?" I started and he looked back at me. "I want Pizza. And my best friend isn't inviting me to one." He chuckled and looked away, shaking his head. "I forgot how you can be," He said and I pouted, giving him my puppy eyes when he looked back at me.
He grinned, "Come on, I'll buy you something," He gave in and I grinned, linking my arm with his before we walked off. "Do you have to go and tell him?" He asked. "No," I said, "He knows I'm with you outside. We cool."