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Post by sparacus on Mar 12, 2024 16:40:49 GMT -5
Ok readers, here is this year’s Easter season special:
“THE RINGS”: Part 1
Ben Chatham was enjoying a continental breakfast of croissants, jam, fresh ham and strong expresso coffee. He elegantly sipped the coffee, dressed in his Harrods silk dressing gown and gazed at Julian:
“You know how much I appreciate you Julian, don’t you?”
Julian gazed out of the window languidly:
“Ben I feel so afraid that you are getting tired of me. My biting humour used to make you laugh so much more than it does now.”
Ben looked up, slightly irked:
“Oh come on, look at how much you made me laugh yesterday when you pointed out that the woman at the checkout in Waitrose looked like someone has taken a bicycle pump and sucked all the air out of her”.
Julian laughed:
“Yes well she did look like an extra from ‘Zombie Flesh Eaters IV’.”
As they laughed, Ben heard a knock on the apartment door which Luigi, the paid assistant, answered:
“Parcel for Mr Chatham. Sign here”, a postman grunted. Ben gave a smile:
“Oh this could be that Iron Age dagger head that my old professor promised to send. I love how people like to fuel my penchant for collecting archaeological artefacts.”
Luigi brought over a box wrapped in brown paper, which Ben excitedly ripped open. Inside was a silver box and Ben pushed it over to Julian with a grin:
“Go on Jules, you open it”.
Julian opened the lid and pulled out a letter and grinned:
“Christ, it’s a box of gold rings!”
Ben took the letter and started reading it out loud:
“Dear Ben,
It’s the Doctor here. Long time no hear I know. Not the 13th Doctor you’ll be relieved to hear but the 14th. The familiar face you knew is back! And not before time. How I’ve missed you Ben and I’m sorry I couldn't be bothered to keep in touch but now I’m the 10th again or 14th if you prefer, I feel myself again. It’s so great to feel yourself, especially at night!
Ben I offer you these gifts as recompense for my neglect. I know how much you enjoy collecting archaeological objects. These time rings date from the time of Rassilon and represent the earliest attempts at time travel technology. I stole them from Gallifrey when I was the 1st Doctor and they’ve been in a TARDIS cupboard since then. Enjoy them. Simply pop them on and click them together and you and your friends will be shunted to some time in earth’s past or future. Click them together again and you will all jump back. But don’t lose them or leave one person behind or they can’t return. No click, no return. Have fun.
Sorry I can’t join you, I’m retiring for now with Donna Noble and her family. My 15th self is out there travelling around; don’t bother contacting him, he’s frivolous and not committed to helping the earth. Donna makes me feel wanted unlike that dreadful harridan Martha . I hear that she’s still around.
Anyway, you were the best Ben.
Cheerio for now,
The Doctor
Ben put down the letter and wiped a tear from his eye:
“Oh Doctor you didn’t forget”.
Julian snatched the box of rings:
“Let’s try them”.
Ben grinned:
“We will, but breakfast first. He called me the best. I knew he valued me as a companion”.
...... to be continued
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Post by sparacus on Mar 12, 2024 16:42:41 GMT -5
Ok readers, here is part two of this adventure:
“THE RINGS” Part 2
After breakfast, Ben set off with Julian to a meeting with some of the Operation Delta team at Corinne Shaw’s apartment. As they walked along the sunlit streets of Cambridge, Ben breathed in the fresh air:
“Ah it’s good to be alive on a morning like this”, he mused. Julian lifted up the bag with the box of rings in it:
“We should just skip the meeting and use the rings now. Adventure time!”
Ben laughed:
“Patience Jules. We’ll let them start the boring agenda and then spring the rings on them. We may as well make it a group thing”.
As he spoke, a woman in leopard skin leggings and carrying a single use vape approached them:
“Ere mate, which ways the Fitzwilliam Museum?”
Ben looked puzzled:
“Are you the cleaning lady?”
The woman gave him an angry look:
“No I ain’t, I’m a ¤¤¤¤ing student”.
“We’ll standards are really slipping clearly. It’s over there , take the first left and then the first right.”
“Use your phone next time and do not bother us”, Julian added. The woman strode off muttering and they laughed:
“I expect she’s been hired as an exhibit of antiquated fauna”, Julian stated. They laughed.
Later at Corinne’s apartment, Corinne Shaw and Paul Farraday were pouring out coffees and handing them around. Katie Ryan had brought Adam Wooten with her, while Kyle and Chiara Smith were also present Corinne was listening to a vinyl LP of jazz singer Cleo Laine, which played softly in the background creating an ambience.
She turned the sound down and began the meeting:
“Good morning colleagues. I’ve convened this urgent meeting because we really need to discuss the financial situation of Operation Delta, given the new government funding constraints. This is item four on your agenda and the briefing notes are included. First of all, can we approve the minutes of the last meeting. Also I have received apologies from Jake, Keith and Martha but none from Barry Took. That is another matter that I wish to raise. Chiara can you take the minutes today please”.
They all nodded approval of the previous minutes. However before Corinne could continue, Julian removed the box of rings from the bag and placed them on the table:
“Never mind this boring meeting, Ben has been sent a box of time travel rings. I suggest we try them and whizz off to the past or future. In style of course”.
He took out a golden ring and began to spin it on the table. Corinne was bemused:
“Julian, the meeting has begun and we need to stay focused on the agenda. Those items should surely be passed to Jake for the archive.”
Adam Wooten snatched the ring from Julian and put it on and off his finger, examining it:
“Stop fingering my ring Adam!” Julian exclaimed. He snatched it back with a petulant glare. Corinne sipped her cappuccino:
“Can we focus please”.
Chiara looked up:
“Shall I minute the finding of these rings?”
Ben interjected:
“No please don’t, they were given to me by an old friend. Look team,can we not just suspend the meeting and give these rings a go. This is an experiment in time travel.”
“Ben we have important matters to discuss. The funding situation and Barry Took’s ongoing unprofessional behaviour need sorting out now.”
Katie Ryan shot Corinne an icy stare:
“I agree with Ben. This meeting is boring me already and I have no desire to discuss Took. Just sling him out as I’ve told you to do before. You were quick enough to suspend me, just because you were jealous”.
“Katie I would hardly be jealous of you over anything. Your suspension is not something I wish to discuss”, Corinne firmly replied. Katie flicked back her golden hair:
“Just because Ben prefers me”.
“In your dreams”, Corinne retorted.
“Ladies please. Can we just not try the rings as an experiment. See if they work?” Ben followed his response by handing out rings. Kyle tried his on:
“Ere this is quality bling”.
Ben sighed:
“Kyle, this is not ‘bling’ as you crudely put it. If we click our rings together, we will be transported to another time.
They all tried on rings and Ben stood up:
“Team, I propose we all click rings”.
“Ere what if we can’t get back?”
“Have some faith Kyle. The Doctor won’t let me down.”
They all stood up and Ben gave a sigh:
“Here goes...”
They clicked the rings and slowly faded and vanished....
.... to be continued
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Post by sparacus on Mar 24, 2024 16:46:27 GMT -5
Ok folks, here is part 3 of this Easter special story for you to enjoy as part of the canon.
"THE RINGS" Part 3
The team materialised in a lush garden besides a large stately home. The air was fresh and the sun shining brightly on the flower beds. Ben gave a smile:
"Ah, this place looks familiar somehow. But what a superb garden. I've always wanted to live in a house like that."
"You aren't rich enough Ben, despite your heritage", Katie retorted. Ben frowned:
"Did you have to spoil the moment Katie?"
Suddenly a young man, dressed in Tudor-era clothes ran out of the bushes and up to Chiara Smith, grabbing her arm:
"My lady, we have to leave now. He knows. His spies saw us together in the boathouse. Let us not tarry here but flee."
The young man suddenly noticed her clothes:
"Why are you dressed so oddly my lady? Is it a disguise?"
Chiara was puzzled:
"I've never met you before. We are from another time, from the future."
Before the young man could answer, armed guards dressed in Tudor-era Armour surrounded them and pointed swords at them. One of them spoke:
"You are all under arrest for trying to facilitate the escape of the Queen here. She is also under arrest for fornication with this foul knave here, and with others".
Ben stepped forward:
"Excuse me but we are from the future. And this is Chiara Smith, one of my team, and not your Queen."
The guard laughed:
"Clearly you have been drinking too much of his grace's wine. A spell on the rack will soon make you speak the truth".
The guards grabbed them and frogmarched them towards the house. Paul Farraday recognised the building:
"Oh crikey, we are at Hampton Court Palace."
"Ben, I fear we are in trouble", Julian added.
Inside the palace, they were led down musty corridors until they came to a large door. Outside on the wall was a portrait of a woman whose face bore an uncanny resemblance to Chiara Smith. A grim realisation came over Paul:
"That painting is of Catherine Howard. Good grief, this is starting to make sense".
The door swung open and they were pushed into a large room with tapestries hanging on the walls and candles burning. In the centre was a throne and the familiar figure of a large man whom Ben had encountered before:
"Ah I see that our wife has been caught and her accomplices with her", the figure snarled. Ben gave the King a firm stare:
"Henry VIII, you and I have met before. I am Ben Chatham and this is Chiara Smith and not one of your unfortunate wives. I demand that you release us."
Henry VIII gestured to one of the guards who whacked Ben round the knees with a staff:
"Do not make demands of the King", he snapped. Katie was angry and glared at Henry:
"Now look you fat bastard, tell your guards to let us go. We are from a future time".
Henry laughed:
"This young filly has some spirit in her. Aye I might take her as a mistress."
"Why would I want to sleep with you? You're old, fat, smell foul and have bandaged up legs".
Henry gestured to a guard who whacked Ben again with a staff:
"Wench, I suggest that you stop insulting me or next time my guard with knife one of your friends. Now to business. We have never met any of you before apart from my wife Catherine, who has been cuckolding me with young men."
Ben staggered forward:
"Clearly we have not yet met or you have forgotten. Your guard has seriously hurt my knee. I am Ben Chatham and Chiara here may look like Catherine Howard but is not her. I ask you to release us."
Henry laughed:
"You must think we are very foolish. This knave here, Ned Bates, has been meeting my wife in the boathouse. No doubt you too have been with her. What on earth she sees in a limpid, skinny milksop like you God only knows."
Ben was aggrieved:
"I have not been sleeping with your wife. I have only just arrived here. I am not skinny as you put it. I have a six pack chest which is smooth and taut."
"We may be interested in seeing your chest. Dress you up as a wench and you could pass for a fine filly."
Ben grimaced:
"Katie is correct in her observation that you smell."
Henry was about to gesture to the guard again when a woman screaming could be heard from the corridor outside. Then more guards burst in:
"Sire, we have apprehended the Queen. She was running here to beg you for mercy. Do you wish us to bring her in?"
Henry was puzzled:
"God's death, what is this? The Queen is here! Yes bring this other wench in!"
The guard went out and led in Catherine Howard, who knelt before the King:
"Husband please spare my life. I didn't mean to cuckold you. But I'm only a young girl and my uncle the Duke of Norfolk forced me to marry you to gain influence at court. You're an obese old tyrant with ulcered legs who smells like a sewer and never washes. But I've never mean't to hurt your feelings. You're hopeless in bed and Ned here is young, virile and an amazing lover. As were all the other lads. Please forgive me.I don't love any of them, only you husband. Despite your disgusting appearance and inability to get it up anymore, you are the King."
Henry turned to Chiara and the team:
"It seems we were mistaken. This is the Queen alright. Guards take her away. It'll be orf with her head."
Catherine was dragged out screaming and down the haunted gallery.
"So are you going to let us go now?" Katie Ryan demanded. Henry grinned:
"No. We like you in particular and I could do with a filly in my bed tonight to try and get the old cannon working again. Aye."
Kyle had brought some extra rings with him and quietly passed one to Ned. Ben glared at Henry:
"We are leaving. I hope to never meet you again as you are my least favourite English monarch. I'd rather meet King John frankly."
He nodded to the others and they all clinked rings and slowly faded from the room. Henry scratched his head:
"God's death, where have they gone? I had my heart set on that filly."
..................to be continued.
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Post by sparacus on Apr 1, 2024 15:18:47 GMT -5
OK readers, here is the much anticipated part 4 of this adventure for Easter Monday evening:
"THE RINGS" Part 4
The team found themselves in a large, futuristic room with grey walls and strange control panels on one side. There was a humming sound and strange patterns on the flooring which looked like ancient hieroglyphics. Kyle looked around:
"Ere this ain't 2024."
"No ¤¤¤¤, Sherlock", Katie responded angrily. Ben looked around:
"Looks like our adventures continue, team."
As he spoke they heard footsteps moving towards an open doorway and in walked two ethereal looking humanoids with blond hair, very pale skin and androgynous features. They were dressed in blue and white robes. They stopped and stared at the Operation Delta team:
"Who are you?"
One on the humanoids scanned Ben with its hand,which had a grey disc attached to its palm:
"This unit does not scan. I do not understand". Katie glared at it, hand on hips:
"Ben is a person and not a 'unit'. What year is this and where are we?" The aliens moved away from them and whispered fast and indistinctly before returning.
"We have ascertained that you must be foreign bodies from the outside. Retrogrades. We will give you the choice of elimination or expulsion back to the outside."
"Oh elimination sounds a rather dismal choice. So it seems like expulsion for me", Julian quipped. Kyle frowned:
"Ere, I suggest a third option. Leg it!"
"I agree", Ben shouted and they ran out of the room through the entrance that the humanoids had come from and down what seemed like endless sterile grey corridors.
Eventually they came to a large, closed door with what looked like a a scanning device on the wall to open it. Ben tried moving his hand over it but it glowed red and the door stated shut.
"Damn, looks like we need those grey disc devices", Ben exclaimed. However without warning the door opened by itself, revealing a very large room with what looked like three large, wall length windows in front of them. They gasped as outside they could see a beautiful landscape of trees, a river and lush green countryside. Deer and ponies were grazing the lush grass and a plethora of exotic looking birds were flying around and settling on the branches. Ben gazed at the scene:
"If that is what the outside is like then the future seems bright to me. I wonder why those people choose to stay cooped up in here and see expulsion as some kind of punishment?"
Katie frowned:
"Well I hate the countryside. All mud, disgusting animals and you can't get a decent takeaway quickly."
"You are such an urbanite Katie", Ben said laughing.
"Hey Ben, look at these", Corinne shouted from the other side of the room. She, Paul, Chiara and Kyle were studying a big row of what looked like large eggs, of different colours, sat on metallic pillars. Julian grinned:
"Hey they look like Easter eggs. And I must say, they look more Fortnum & Masons than Aldi too."
"Well I hope they are, I can do with some chocolate", Katie exclaimed. She reached to grab one of the eggs, however an electric shock sent her reeling back:
"Hey the ¤¤¤¤ers are wired up to something", she shouted, rubbing her hand. The eggs began to glow and seemed to pulsate:
"Who are you", a voice said, coming from the red egg that Katie had tried to grab. Ben stepped forward:
"I am Ben Chatham. We are from the year 2024. We are time travellers. What year is this? And more importantly what are you? I'm guessing not Easter eggs."
"Ben Chatham... from when organics had names. We are fascinated. Which is why we let you enter. Outsiders occasionally get in here but they are incapable of but the basic language. You are using alien time travel technology. We know of this but do not possess it. We must have this from you. We are bored."
"What do you mean, bored. What are you things? And why do the people live in here and fear the outside?"
The egg glowed brighter:
"People? An antiquated term from the distant past. But I suppose that describes us. We are the combined consciousnesses of those human organics who chose to remain on the earth. You have travelled many years into your future. Each consciousness sphere contains millions of organic minds combined and condensed."
The team stared in disbelief:
"You mean to say that humanity has reduced itself to a series of bloody Easter eggs?" Katie quipped.
"Then who are the humanoid creatures we saw in this building?" Corinne asked.
"The AI robot servers maintain the life centre, which you are in. Outside is a harsh environment, even for them. It comforts us to see the earth as it once was on these screens. But we can show you how it is."
The countryside scene vanished from the screens and was replaced by a harsh landscape of rocks, dead trees, fallen buildings and a yellow mist and sky.
"Outsiders maintain small communities but live short lives. The runaway global warming and subsequent nuclear conflicts destroyed the world you would remember long ago. But we are bored here. We want to see the past and you will take us there."
Ben frowned:
"We shall not. The time rings are ours and certainly won't fit round an egg. If you destroyed the earth then its your problem not ours. You should have taken more care".
"Well said Ben *clapping hands*" Katie responded.
The eggs began to hum and they heard footsteps approaching. A group of AI robots marched in and were about to attack the team but just in time they clinked rings and vanished slowly.
............ to be continued
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Post by sparacus on May 5, 2024 15:06:36 GMT -5
Ok patient readers, here is part 5 of this time travelling adventure. It’s a two part story within a story:
“THE RINGS” Part 5
The team found themselves in an empty theatre and concert hall, which was old and elegant, with chandeliers and a large stage, set up with seating for an orchestra. Ben gazed around:
“Well this is a rather mundane setting after our last adventure.”
As he spoke, a cleaner came in with a brush, dressed in a long coat and cap, and stared at the group:
“Ere, wot you lot doin’ in ‘ere? How’d you get in?”
Ben approached him:
“My good man, I am Ben Chatham and me and my team are time travellers. What year are we in?”
The cleaner looked confused:
“Ere, wot’s your game? Off your rocker as well as trespassin’ ?”
Katie went up to the cleaner and gave him a seductive pout:
“Now don’t be like that, handsome man. Just tell us the year and where this place is and we’ll be on our way”.
“Oh we’ll miss, I wouldn't want to upset a lady. Bill Baggs is me name. This is The Palace Concert Hall, as I’m sure you know. The year is 1977. Now please, I need to get the stage swept for tonight’s concert. It’s the tribute concert in memory of Leopold Stokowski, recently deceased. Four hours of Stokowski classical arrangements if the great composers, conducted by his great friend Sir Aubrey Stowe, and young Alistair Chatham”.
Ben was shocked:
“Oh crikey. If we stay here I could meet my father as a young man”.
The others laughed:
“That should be amusing for you”, Corinne observed.
“Hardly Corinne. Meeting one’s parents when they were young is a disconcerting and alarming prospect”.
As he spoke, an elderly man in a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe approached:
“Who the hell are you lot and what are you doing in my theatre?”
Ben improvised:
“I apologise sir. We were invited here by the conductor Alistair Chatham to have a look around before the show”.
“Well he’d no business doing that. Young people today are so casual. I own this theatre, Sir Basil Morris! As if I’ve not got enough to worry about with all these murders going on”.
“Murders”?
Sir Basil looked stressed so they sat him down and Katie gave him a small bottle of whisky from her handbag. He gulped some down.
“That’s better, thank you me dear. There’s been four of them so far, all young ladies and all have worked here in the theatre as singers or usherettes. Horrible it is. Last one was young Debbie from reception. Found in the alley by the old church, body drained of all fluids. Stabbed she was. They say he wears a dark cloak and runs away fast afterwards. I can’t take much more of it. The theatre is getting a reputation. *looks at Katie and Chiara* “You two had better watch yourselves”.
Ben frowned:
“We may be able to help. Can you supply us tickets for tonight’s show please.”
Later that day, after an afternoon exploring 1970s London, during which Katie and Corrine hit the clothes shops while Ben bought a pristine set of vinyl Bowie albums, they took their seats in the theatre. Kyle fidgeted nervously:
“I hate classical ruddy music. Bellyache music”.
“That’s because you have no civilised taste”, Katie quipped.
“I likes music that says stuff.”
“You like rap music and other unlistenable lowbrow tripe”.
Ben intervened:
“Please stop bickering. It’s stressful enough that I’m about to see my father as a young man”.
Julian gave him a hug and the lights dimmed as the orchestra took to the stage. The maestro Sir Aubrey Stowe appeared to huge applause. He began to conduct Stokowski’s stunning arrangement of Tchaikovsky’s 4th symphony. A Short way into the 2nd movement, screaming began from one side of the theatre. The orchestra stopped and the lights came on.
“Police, get the police!” , a woman shouted.
Ben and the team rushed over to see a young woman lying dead in her chair, here body emaciated and drained of fluid. There was a stab wound to her side. Sir Basil came and had a look:
“Oh no, not in here. Oh dear God”.
As he spoke, a young man approached:
“This is just awful. It means I won’t get to conduct Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite tonight. Very inconvenient”.
Ben recognised his father:
“Er.. Sir, my name is Ben. This may sound weird to you but I will one day be your son.”
Alistair gave him an icy stare:
“I presume you are mentally ill. That is not my concern. I have a concert to perform and a woman to impress and this killing is most annoying.”
“Ere well I’t can’t be much fun for ‘Er lyin ere either”, Kyle quipped.
...... to be continued.
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Post by sparacus on May 5, 2024 15:07:55 GMT -5
OK people: here is the final part of this Easter/May Day special:
"THE RINGS": Part 6
The police stopped the show and the audience were allowed to leave after names and addresses were all given. Ben and the team were in the theatre bar with Sir Basil Morris who was in a distressed state:
"These murders will ruin me. Absolutely ruin me. Who will want to come to my theatre now? We had a season of Vaughan Williams symphonies planned, along with a couple of plays by Harold Pinter. Plus the kiddies' pantomime Aladdin. Now they'll all associate The Palace with young ladies getting murdered."
Ben offered some words of comfort:
"Mr Morris, whoever is doing this won't be targeting the theatre deliberately to get at you. You can breathe a sigh of relief there. I had a good look at the shriveled corpse out there and suspect alien activity. There are species of vampiric aliens out there in the galaxy that can feed on human bodily fluids. I suspect that one is here and is making convenient use of this theatre as its a gathering place."
Corinne sipped her cappuccino:
"In which case we need to act. We need a list of names of all the people who regularly work at this theatre behind the scenes or regularly perform shows here".
"I think someone would notice if they were employing a big green alien", Julian interjected.
Ben smiled and stroked Julian's shoulder:
"Jules, aliens don't always look like aliens. Some can shape shift. Zygons for example. Whatever this is could look like you or I."
As Ben spoke, the group were approached by the maestro, Sir Aubrey Stowe, and Alistair Chatham:
"This is an outrage. A whole evening cancelled. I demand that you reschedule this show for next week." Sir Aubrey said angrily. He was a big man with a barrel chest and thick mustache. Sir Basil turned to him with an apologetic expression:
"I am so sorry maestro. Yes I will reschedule. You know how much we appreciate your orchestra's residency here. Your Vaughan Williams season is garnering much advance interest."
"So it should. You are damn lucky to have us here in this flea pit of a theatre."
Alistair Chatham frowned:
"My girlfriend Sarah was not impressed at all with the cancellation of the show. A role in high culture is the best way to impress high class girls."
"Quite so Chatham, quite so. So, Morris, just you make sure you get this theatre ready for next week."
Kyle intervened:
"Ere, a woman was murdered out there mate. Ain't you two the least bit bothered?"
The maestro turned to Morris:
"Who is this oik?"
Meanwhile Katie nudged Ben and whispered:
"Your father's a real dish. I'm tempted to show him how impressed a girl can be."
Ben gagged on his drink and began coughing:
"*cough, cough* Look, can we just accept that the show will be rescheduled and let us get on with investigating please. The maestro gave him a glare and then strode off with Alistair Chatham.
A short time later Ben, having conversed with Corinne alone, addressed the team:
"OK team, I have a plan. We have a comprehensive list of names here but we haven't time to investigate every one. There will undoubtedly be more killings. So we need to smoke out the alien via one of us posing as a typical victim. We know that it goes for usherettes and theatre workers or visitors. All of them young women *staring at Chiara Smith*."
"What do you want me to do Ben?"
"Lurk about the place tonight, supposedly still investigating the scene, while we pretend to leave for a hotel. Meanwhile we'll sneak back in and hide in one of the dressing rooms. You ring us as soon as something happens and we'll rush in."
"There are no mobile signals in 1977", Chiara stated.
"Well scream then", Ben stated. Julian laughed.
Later that night, Chiara was alone in the theatre, pretending to take swabs and samples from the chair where the murdered girl had lain. The lights were dimmed and there was an eerie, cold feeling in the empty theatre with the stage looking bleak and shadowy. The emptiness evoked a strange sense of melancholy and loss. Ben and the team were in Sir Basil's office close by, enjoying a drink and waiting patiently. Chiara shivered and passed the time by reading a book of Harold Pinter plays given to her by Sir Basil. It was late into the night. Suddenly she heard a door slam shut somewhere in the theatre. Then footsteps in the corridor outside the auditorium. The footsteps, distant at first, grew louder, and louder, and louder. Suddenly the door swung open and Chiara could see the shadowy silhouette of a large man in the doorway. He strode in quickly and Chiara let out a piercing scream.
Ben and the team rushed in as quickly as they could and were shocked to see, leaning over Chiara, the large figure of......
the maestro, Sir Aubrey Stowe.
"So its you maestro!" Ben exclaimed. Sir Aubrey puffed out his chest, haughtily:
"How dare you! I have returned here because I've forgotten by arrangement notes and I saw the light on in here."
He moved away from Chiara and Ben, Paul Farraday and Kyle all grabbed his arms:
"Nice try. But we suspect you of being and alien vampire", Paul Farraday stated.
"How the hell do we phone UNIT without a signal", Katie shouted angrily.
"There's a phone back in my office", Sir Basil replied.
"Yeah, didn't you notice", Kyle added.
"Shut it chavboy or this nail will connect with your eyeball", Katie snapped, and she flounced off to the office. The maestro continued to grumble as the team held him firmly. Suddenly they heard a scream from the office:
"Christ that's Katie. ¤¤¤¤ come on guys", Corinne shouted. They let go of Stowe and ran out towards the office and were shocked to see Katie being held with a knife to her throat by...
........... Bill Baggs, the cleaner. His appearance was slightly changed and he had a pale hue with yellow, decaying teeth:
"So its you", Julian stated. Baggs didn't speak, just hissed and foam came bubbling from his mouth. He dragged Katie away down the corridor and towards the stairs.
"Come on, after them team. It will kill her, suck the life out of her", Ben shouted. The creature dragged Katie up the stairs to the theatre high class guest box however before the creature could bite her, Katie kneed it in the groin then kicked the knife out of its hand. The creature lunged at her however she moved away swiftly and it plunged over the side of the viewing box and crashed down onto the theatre chairs below, breaking its neck. As the others arrived into the box, Katie stood there with her hand on her hips, grinning:
"Boys you are rather late", she said, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke towards them.
A short time later they were viewing the corpse of the creature which had changed into a yellow skinned, slightly reptilian looking alien. Ben sighed:
"Ok we had better pause our time travelling, get a ring on this thing and take it back to our time with us. Our lab has better facilities than UNIT had in 1977."
"Well its certainly been interesting", Corinne added.
"I did not appreciate meeting a young version of my father. I found it really disconcerting", Ben observed. The team gave him a hug before they clicked rings and vanished. Sir Basil and the Maestro scratched their heads:
"I think I may have overdone the whisky tonight", Sir Basil stated.
"Nonsense man. Open another bottle, I need a drink after this", the maestro replied.
THE END
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