Doctor Who Redux 0 Pilot 88.
It took less than a second for the memories to return to the Doctor, and he struck himself in the forehead as it all came back.
"I remember," he whispered.
"I remember arriving here the first time. I don't remember how long ago it was, maybe," he shrugged his shoulders, and then remembered the stubble on his face. "Maybe a week. Less than a week. That Zimmerman guy is a copy of me. Those aliens make copies of people."
"But Zimmerman has been lecturing for over a month," Felicia argued. "If he was one of them then you'd have been there longer than a week."
"Maybe I jumped forward when I escaped," the Doctor mused.
"What's that mean?" Felicia said, her voice getting slightly louder. "And how does that help Julianna?"
"Shush," the Doctor whispered. Felicia lent forward to see what he was looking at, but couldn't really make out what he seemed to be searching for. "It's exactly how I remember it," the Doctor said to her. "Those controls," he pointed apparently randomly to one of
Doctor Who Redux 0 Pilot 77.
He had fallen out of the ship.
He wasn't entirely certain why the ship had arrived where it had, but he knew he had to get out and he had to do so quickly (although, now all of that escaped him). He had staggered out of the portal - a iris style door that had opened and allowed him exit.
And - of course - when he looked around it was with surprise and wonder. He had never seen anything quite so alien before. Organic technology was an area that he had very little experience with, and yet all around him was a ship that had been grown to perform the functions it did. Nothing was attached. Or, more accurately, if it was attached, it looked as though it had taken root in the walls and floor and ceiling and then grown towards the centre of the room.
There was a fleshy quality to the whole thing, as though Jonah had stepped into the whale. He looked around and tentatively reached out to touch a wall, expecting it to be soft, but it was hard and sinewy. It was like touching muscle. He was i
Doctor Who Redux 0 Pilot 66.
The Doctor had handed Rufus the phone while he turned to study the back wall. Rufus was staring at the phone, almost dribbling in amazement.
"This can't be real," he breathed. "It's special effects, right? You from Hollywood?"
"Shut up, Rufus," the Doctor said without turning from his study. Rufus didn't really hear, but obeyed because his mouth stopped moving as his mind tried to keep up with his eyes. Felicia was standing and saying nothing.
She couldn't wrap her mind around what was happening. She understood everything on a logical level, but it didn't make sense. Her best friend, the most important person in her life, had been taken by aliens? It was beyond crazy. It...it was just impossible.
She remembered the time that her dog had died, and her father had sat her down and told her the bad news, treating her as an adult, even though she was only eight at the time. She had loved him for that, but she remembered her mind filled with confusion, because the thought of never seeing