“Hold down those two buttons,” The Doctor
shouted as he pressed and pulled and wound things on his console and used
his left and right feet alternatively to wedge a lever and a pedal. He
looked like he was playing a futuristic version of Twister.
Donna held down the buttons.
“Can we at least shut off the alarm?” she shouted.
“Yes,” The Doctor replied and reached out with one hand before
putting it back where it was. The noise shut off, but the sensation of
speed and of being buffeted as if at sea in a gale continued.
“What exactly is that thing?” Donna asked as she looked up
at the viewscreen and the angular looking craft that the TARDIS was chasing
through the time vortex. It was roughly spherical in so far as it would
be possible to build a sphere out of Lego bricks that stuck out at blocky
angles instead of being a smooth surface.
“Yes, if the Lego bricks were the size of shipping containers,”
The Doctor said. “The dimensions of that ship… it could qualify
as a very small moon – we’re talking about a diameter roughly
the height of the Eiffel tower. “
“That’s big,” Donna agreed. Where’s it from, and
how come it can travel in time? I thought Time Lords were the only ones
who did that.”
“Unfortunately not,” The Doctor replied. “Other species
developed various forms of temporal relocation. Some crude, others quite
sophisticated. This one… if my people were still around, they’d
be interested in this. It’s got the sort of accurate dimensional
guidance a TARDIS has.”
“So… what… you lot have some industrial espionage? Counterfeit
technology Time travel piracy?”
“No, we’re just dealing with a species that’s nearly
as clever as us,” he replied. “The TARDIS can‘t even
fully analyse what the technology is at the moment. She’s got enough
on her hands trying to keep us on course in its wake, without having additional
functions to perform.”
“I thought the TARDIS was a lady,” Donna responded. “She
should be able to multitask.”
“She’s an old lady,” The Doctor retorted. “Give
her a break. Hang on tight. We’re coming out of the vortex.”
Donna held on. She knew the TARDIS well enough by now. Coming out of the
vortex was very often bad for the posterior.
There was a jolt, though not as bad as she was expecting. Then there was
a stillness and a quiet that was quite surprising after the buffeting.
“Where did the ship go?” Donna asked as she looked at the
viewscreen and saw Earth and its moon both shining against a starfield.
“It’s… The Doctor reached and adjusted something on
the console and the shape of the mysterious ship became visible.
“I’ve overridden its chameleon cloak so we can see it. It’s
a disguise against detection from any scanners or probes on the planet
below… or…” He glanced quickly at the temporal manifold
display “Seeing as it’s only 1915… any hopeful astronomer
with a telescope pointing their way. For the record, the TARDIS is always
cloaked in temporal orbit. The telescopes can’t see us. And neither
can the Lego Moon.”
Donna was about to ask another question when they both saw a beam come
from the underside of the sphere.
“That’s a transmat,” The Doctor said. “A powerful
one. Something or somebody is transmatting to earth.” He reached
for the dematerialisation switch. “We’d better get after them.
There’s mischief afoot.”
The TARDIS gave a few groans in that half-organic, half mechanical way
it had and then materialised in a brightly lit corridor. The Doctor looked
at the console and frowned.
“We’re on a ship,” he said. “A steamer of the
period, I would say by the motion. Quite a large one.”
“And that’s bad because…”
“Depends which steamer and where she is. It’s 1915. There’s
a war on, and the Germans have submarines armed with torpedoes in the
waters around the British Isles.”
“So… maybe we’d better get the heck out of here?”
“German submarines are a sideshow right now. This steamer also has
aliens aboard. I need to check it out. You… can stay in here if
you prefer. I won’t be long.”
“I’m not scared. I’ll come with you,” Donna told
him. “Unless. .. you think I’d be in the way or something.”
“Course not. Come on.” The Doctor opened the door remotely
from the console. As he did so, two things happened. First, there was
a tremendous explosion somewhere in the bowels of the steamship which
was felt even inside the TARDIS. Secondly, a man carrying a small girl
fell over the threshold into the console room. Donna ran to help them.
The Doctor was too busy monitoring the degree of list that the steamer
and TARDIS had both developed in a matter of seconds.
“They look ok,” Donna reported as the man stood up, still
clutching the child. “But what happened outside? Was it…”
The Doctor nodded.
“The ship has been torpedoed. It’s going down, fast.”
The man looked disturbed by that news. The Doctor and Donna both looked
at him carefully. He was about forty, dressed in a well cut and tailored
gentleman’s day suit. The little girl was in a blue and white striped
dress with a wide white collar. She looked about eight. She clung to the
man and hid her face against his shoulder.
The man was looking around the console room in surprise, but actually
taking it quite calmly.
“Sir,” The Doctor said. “I am sorry, but you shouldn’t
be in here. I am afraid I have to ask you to go back outside. There is
still at least fifteen minutes before the ship sinks. You should go to
the port side. The list is to starboard and they won’t be able to
launch the lifeboats from there.”
“Doctor, no!” Donna cried out. “No. you can’t
make them…” She ran to the door and closed it manually and
stood against it. “No, you can’t. If the ship is sinking,
you can’t just throw them back like… like…”
“Donna,” The Doctor began. Then a second explosion rocked
the ship outside and the TARDIS inside. The Doctor fell backwards. Donna
ran from the door to the console and pulled a lever she knew as the ‘fast
return switch’. The Doctor yelled at her as he pulled himself upright,
but it was too late. They were in space again.
“I won’t let you put them off the TARDIS to die,” she
said, stepping close to the man and child.
“Donna,” The Doctor said with a deep sigh. “Do you have
any idea what you’ve done? You’ve taken them out of a fixed
point in time. You can’t do that. It could rip apart the very fabric
of space and time.”
“And you can’t just chuck them out of the TARDIS,” Donna
responded. “You can’t now anyway. If you try to take them
back I’ll… I’ll…”
“Excuse me…” the gentleman spoke in a calm, polite,
but commanding voice.; “Can you possibly explain where I am and
who are you and what is happening? I understand that the ship was hit.
The noise, the explosion. It must have been a torpedo. But… we no
longer seem to be on the ship. And…” He looked at the viewscreen.
The TARDIS was slowly revolving so that he gazed first on the view of
the earth, then the Lego Moon with its beam still directed down onto the
stricken ship. “Good heavens. What am I looking at? Is that…
It’s incredible. I am… standing in the heavens… And…”
“You were on the Lusitania, weren’t you?” The Doctor
asked. “Just… to verify… that was the ship you were
on?”
“Yes, it was.”
“The little girl…. Is she yours?”
“No. Her name is Mary. I found her wandering and crying. She was
separated from her parents somehow. I was taking her to the purser’s
office when… a strange blue box appeared in front of me….
Then the door opened. And you know the rest.”
“The Lusitania?” Donna was a few steps behind in the conversation.
She was still trying to work out if The Doctor was angry at her for her
rebellion. “I’ve heard of that, I think. Not as big as the
Titanic, of course. There’s no film. But…”
“Sunk by a torpedo from the U-Boat U-20 that struck her at ten past
two on the afternoon of May 7th, 1915. She sank in eighteen minutes taking
with her 1,198 souls. She was no more than eight miles away from the south
coast of Ireland and only a few more miles from a safe port.”
“You talk as if what happened only a few minutes ago is a matter
of historical record,” said the gentleman as The Doctor persuaded
the little girl to let go of him and he brought her to the sofa. Donna
found a blanket and wrapped it around her and The Doctor found a block
of chocolate in his pocket that soothed her distress for a little while.
Her rescuer sat on the other end of the sofa and looked at The Doctor
steadily, willing him to begin to answer some of his many questions.
“For us, it is,” The Doctor answered him. “This is a
time and space travelling ship from the far future. I know that is incredible
for you to believe, but it is a fact and I would rather you accepted it.
We really don’t have time for doubts and disbelief. The Lusitania
sank. Or… it will sink…” He reached out for the fob
watch the gentleman wore and looked at the time. “In two minutes
time. It is an immutable fact, a fixed point in time. Even I, a Time Lord,
am forbidden to interfere in it. Donna, in keeping you aboard my ship,
instead of letting you take your chances of escape in the lifeboats, may
well have caused a fracture in the time continuum that would echo to the
end of time itself. At least it will if I don’t find a way to mend
it.”
“Good heavens,” the gentleman said again.
“I’m frightening you,” The Doctor said. “I am
sorry. And we haven’t even been properly introduced. What is your
name?”
“Hugh Lane,” he answered. “Sir Hugh Lane, in point of
fact. Though in light of what you have said, that title seems unimportant.
And you… did you say you were a Lord…”
“I’m The Doctor,” The Doctor told him. “Just The
Doctor. And this is Donna Noble of Chiswick. We are, as I said, time travellers.
Donna is from the early twenty-first century, nearly a hundred years in
your future. But…” He was going to say something else, but
a sound from the console distracted him. “Would you excuse me? I
must attend to that.”
Donna ran to help him at the console. She noted that the Lego Moon had
retracted its transmat beam. It was getting ready to move and The Doctor
clearly meant for them to follow it. There was a jolt and they were in
the vortex once more. It seemed smoother this time.
“I’ve calibrated the helmic regulator,” The Doctor explained.
“We’re now invisibly and calmly following that ship wherever
it goes. I want to find out what they’re up to.”
“Then you need to talk to Mary,” Sir Hugh told him. “She
saw something…. I thought she was just talking nonsense at first.
But in light of subsequent developments…”
“Yes, Mary,” The Doctor said as if he had forgotten the little
girl was there. He came to the sofa and looked at her. She looked lost
and upset, but the TARDIS itself wasn’t bothering her, and the offer
of chocolate had endeared him to her. She didn’t seem to mind when
he sat beside her.
“Why don’t I make Sir Hugh a nice cup of tea and bring Mary
some milk,” Donna said. “Seems like there’s nothing
much else to do until the Lego aliens get where they’re going next.”
The Doctor nodded. He always felt guilty when Donna’s role in events
was reduced to tea making. But just now that was the best and most practical
thing she could do for them all. As she went towards the inner corridor
he turned to the little girl.
“What happened to you, Mary?” he asked gently, looking directly
into her eyes. He wasn’t exactly hypnotising her, but he was using
Power of Suggestion to calm her and let her tell her story without undue
distress.
Her story surprised him. She told of being on the promenade deck of the
ship, after lunch, walking with her mother and father and her five year
old brother when three strange men appeared in front of them. Metal men.
“Metal?” The Doctor was wary. “Were they… silver
or grey… did they have holes for eyes and mouth and sort of handles
where their ears should be?”
Mary shook her head. What she described was not the cybermen he thought
of first, but an android, Human-shaped with a ‘Human’ face,
though lacking any distinguishable features. They were gold, not silver.
The Doctor admitted he had never heard of anything like them before.
“What did they do, Mary?” he asked. She described how they
had pointed something like guns at her parents. But they had not been
shot with bullets. Instead a white light touched them briefly. Then one
of the metal men had spoken in a strange voice.
But Mary had been too scared to take in the words it had said. Her spoken
testimony faltered. The Doctor reached out and touched her either side
of her face and gently probed her memories. He saw clearly what she couldn’t
express in words. He heard what the android said.
“These are fated to die in twenty minutes. They are suitable. We
will take them.” And then The Doctor saw the android raise what
he recognised as a transmat marker beam. He fired it at Mary’s parents
and brother. As soon as the beam touched them they disappeared. Mary,
shocked and scared, but keeping her wits, dived behind a winchgear box
on the deck and then ran for a door and down the companionway into the
ship. The androids didn’t pursue her, but she was lost on an unfamiliar
deck. And then Sir Hugh had found her.
The Doctor knew the rest. He gently withdrew from her mind. Donna was
there with the milk. He let her drink it and then had her lie down on
the sofa. He tucked the blanket around her and put his hand on her forehead
to induce a gentle, refreshing sleep where the terrible events she had
been a part of would not trouble her. As he did so he retrieved one more
piece of information from her mind. When he was sure she was sleeping
soundly he turned and went to the console.
“Mary Susan Maguire,” he said. “Of New York. Listed
amongst the dead along with all her family.”
“But… wouldn’t the list have changed,” Donna pointed
out. “Things changed. Maybe she was meant to have survived.”
“The TARDIS is in a state of grace. Changes to the timeline would
not register in here. That means that Mary and Sir Hugh can be alive in
here without upsetting the fabric of space and time – for a while
at least. Sooner or later it will catch up even in here. But this is the
final record of the dead produced by the Cunard line’s insurers
after the investigation. The Maguires are dead.”
“And me?” Sir Hugh said in a surprisingly calm voice. “I’m
on that list?”
“I don’t need to look for you on the list,” The Doctor
answered. “You’ve got your own Wikipedia page. Sir Hugh Lane,
born in Cork in 1875, knighted at the age of 23 for your services to the
arts.”
“He’s an artist?” Donna queried. “Famous…”
“Not an artist,” Sir Hugh answered. “Merely a collector
of them, a patron of the arts. Oh, dear. Does my…. Whatever that
was you said… does it say what happened to my collection? I hope
my wishes were carried out…”
Sir Hugh seemed to realise the absurdity of what he was saying and his
voice trailed off. In the silence Donna spoke instead.
“I still don’t understand why it’s bad that they’re
alive when they could have been drowned right now.”
“Because neither Hugh nor Mary have a place in time now. They don’t
belong anywhere. If I took them back, landed them on the pier at Queenstown
where the survivors will be brought in very soon, then I put two people
back into existence who shouldn’t be there.” He looked at
Sir Hugh and smiled. “In your case, at least you could explain your
codicil and save fifty odd years of letters to the Times and an international
argument on a par with the Elgin Marbles. But the ripples in the timeline,
in causality, would be disastrous.”
“So what are you going to do with them?” Donna asked. “They
can’t stay in the TARDIS forever, can they? I mean… we have
plenty of rooms. But they couldn’t, surely? You said sooner or later
it would catch up with them even here.”
“I’ll think of something. But not right now. The Lego Moon
has come out of the vortex again.”
Donna hadn’t been looking at the viewscreen. Now she did. They were
orbiting Earth again. Again the transmat beam came out from the bottom
of the sphere. Again The Doctor followed it down.
The TARDIS materialised in the economy class cabin of a jet plane. It
was clearly a plane that was in very desperate trouble. All of the passengers
and cabin crew were in their seats, belted in and leaning forward in the
‘crash’ position. There was a murmuring of prayers, crying,
mild hysteria. None of them noticed the TARDIS materialise. They were
far too terrified to look up.
Nor did they see the androids that transmatted into the cabin and walked
down the aisles scanning people. Where they found a suitable subject for
their purposes they transmatted them away.
“What is going on?” Donna asked. “Doctor, why are they
doing that?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “But I have a horrible
suspicion. One I can’t do anything about just now. This plane is
about to crash into the side of a mountain in a virtually unreachable
part of Peru and turned into a fireball. Only a partial recovery will
ever be made, many bodies never fully identified. The TARDIS can sustain
a fair bit of knocking about, but it would still be better if we got out
of here now.”
The androids obviously thought the same. As the plane went into a terminal
dive, they transmatted out. The TARDIS dematerialised seconds later and
re-appeared next to the sphere. The Doctor wanted to get inside it. But
the TARDIS’s sensors were telling him that it had some strong defensive
shields and he didn’t have time to override them before they were
in the vortex again.
“So… Hugh,” Donna said as she realised they had nothing
to do but wait again. “You’re a sir, and a patron of the arts…
you’re rich then?”
“Donna, behave,” The Doctor interjected. “He’s
a lost soul out of his time, not a potential husband.”
“I am quite rich,” he admitted modestly. “Or at least
I was. If I’m dead, then my wealth will be divided between those
named in my will. My art will go to the gallery I specified. I’m
not sure why it will lead to letters to the Times, but quite clearly I
will not be sending any of them. I am… dispossessed. A lost soul
as The Doctor says. A rather odd situation. I don’t quite know what
will happen to me. Even The Doctor… who seems to know more than
any of us… is at a loss.”
“There must be something you can do for him, Doctor,” Donna
pleaded. “It’s not fair. It just isn’t.”
“I’ll work something out, he promised. “But the best
I can do at the moment is a pot of tea and a plate of chocolate biscuits.
I'm more concerned with what’s going on with that lot.”
“They’re taking people,” Donna said. “From…
places where they won’t be missed. A boat sinking… a plane
crashing….”
“A collapsing skyscraper,” The Doctor noted as he followed
the transmat beam again and they watched the androids beaming out selected
subjects from among those who history would record as not surviving another
of those fixed points in time he wasn’t allowed to do anything about.
If he could, he would have opened the TARDIS doors and let as many as
he could run to safety. But the universe would convulse if he tried. He
dematerialised again. Donna looked at him and wondered what was going
on in his mind right now.
“Futility, helplessness,” he said even though she hadn’t
asked the question. “Being in so many of these places, knowing that
so many innocents are dying, and I can’t help them…. And if
it wasn’t bad enough that they are dying, now they’re being
abducted, too.”
“What are the androids taking them for?” Donna asked.
“It could be any reason,” The Doctor answered her. “My
guess is they want slave labour….”
“But…” Hugh looked appalled. “But Mary’s
family… they were people of quality. First class passengers.”
“It could be far worse,” The Doctor added. “They could
also be for livestock or for vivisection.”
“No!” Donna was appalled. “Doctor, no…. Mary’s
family.”
“They were going to die anyway. These creatures… the androids…
or whoever is controlling them… they seem to think that people who
are about to die, who are about to be erased from the timelines…
are fair game.”
“That is outrageous,” Hugh said. “Absolutely outrageous.
Somebody must stop them at once.”
“I intend to. The next location they come to, I want to get on board
their ship. I can’t do it while they’re in the vortex.”
“I don’t understand your words, Doctor,” Hugh said.
“But I understand that you know what this is all about, and that…
you feel the same sense of disgust at these abductions that I do?”
“We understand each other very well, Hugh,” he answered.
“Then you’ll be needing my help. To put an end to this deplorable
situation? If you have weapons…”
“I never use weapons,” The Doctor answered.
“That’s true enough,” Donna said. “He doesn’t.”
“Then how can you possibly fight these inhuman creatures?”
“I don’t know that, yet. But I will.”
They had come out of the vortex once more. The Doctor checked the temporal
location.
“Orbiting above the Atlantic Ocean, not far off the Straits of Gibralrta
on December 3rd, 1872,” he said. “I think we’ve just
solved the mystery of the Mary Celeste. They were all abducted by aliens.”
“Wow!” Donna exclaimed. Hugh, also, seemed impressed by the
information.
“No need to go down there,” The Doctor said. “We know
what happened. Let’s see… Donna… Hugh, you can help,
too. Donna, take the helmic regulator. Hugh… those purple switches
in a line there. Flip every other one up and then count to ten and reverse
the process.”
Hugh had never seen anything like the TARDIS console in his life. it looked
like something out of a nightmare. But he did as The Doctor asked him
to do.
The Doctor, meanwhile, moved around the console adjusting settings and
checking monitors of scrolling data as the TARDIS dematerialised and quickly
re-materialised inside the strange sphere.
“Good heavens!” Hugh exclaimed as he looked at the new location
on the viewscreen. “What is this?”
“I'm going for a closer look,” The Doctor said. He turned
to Donna and Hugh. “Somebody needs to watch Mary. If she wakes alone
in here…”
“I’ll do it,” Donna told him. “Go on, take Hugh.
This is his first space ship. It’ll knock his socks off.”
“I am perfectly happy to accompany you, Doctor. If it means we get
to the bottom of these strange goings on. But… my socks need have
no part in it.”
“Good man,” The Doctor told him. “Donna, we’ll
be back as soon as we can.”
The Doctor and Hugh stepped out of the TARDIS together. Even The Doctor
was startled by the scale of what he saw, let alone Hugh, a gentleman
of the early 20th century for whom the Chrysler Building in New York was
the biggest wonder to date.
The sphere was hollow inside, the space criss-crossed by metal walkways
and connecting ladders as if it was a great Meccano construction. Having
started with one toy reference for the exterior, The Doctor found it impossible
not to let the other one come into his mind. All around the curving walls
of the vast space, connected by the walkways, were rooms with glass fronts.
The TARDIS was parked next to one of them. The Doctor and Hugh looked
inside. There were a dozen people lying on narrow beds or couches, all
of them monitored by life support machines and apparently in deep comas.
They were attended to by golden androids.
“They seem to be in Roman costumes,” Hugh noted.
“Yes,” The Doctor said. “I’m thinking they might
have been zapped out of the last moments of Pompeii. Looks like a family
group.”
The android attendant didn’t notice them. They carried on along
the walkway to another room. There, also, the people on the couches were
in a costume of the ancient world.
“Atlanteans,” The Doctor said.
“Are you sure?” Hugh asked.
“I was there once. Pompeii, Atlantis - two more places where there
were no survivors.”
“The look…. comfortable,” Hugh said. “Not…
like slaves or… livestock.”
The Doctor agreed. “If anything, they look as if they’re being
given the best of medical care. This is strange…. Perhaps…
some sort of anthropological study… But it still doesn’t make
any sense. I mean… why…”
“You’re the time traveller, Doctor,” Hugh said. “It
makes no sense at all to me.” He looked through the glass into the
next room. “Good grief, where are these from?”
“Sodom and Gomorrah,” The Doctor answered him. “Yes,
the biblical cities. Destroyed by an eruption of burning bitumen from
subterranean deposits in that region of the modern country of Jordan.
I still don’t….” He froze mid-sentence. The golden android
attending to that group of abductees looked around and saw them. Its expression
didn’t change. It couldn’t. It didn’t have facial muscles.
But it tilted its head in a puzzled way and then stepped towards the window,
which rose up to allow it to pass through.
“You are not in your designated travel compartments,” the
android said, scanning them with a white light that emitted from its index
finger. “Error. You are not designated. You are irregular. Alert!
Alert! Irregular!”
“Hush,” The Doctor said to it. “Don’t get everyone
upset. This is a spot check, that’s all. I’m from the government.”
He reached into his pocket for his psychic paper and held it up. “Spot
check of your facilities. I need to speak to your captain, director…
Take me to your leader.”
The androids eyes opened and shut mechanically as it studied the psychic
paper. The Doctor hoped fervently it wasn’t passing him off as the
King of Belgium again.
“Please proceed to the bridge,” the android said. “Follow.”
They followed, in single file, across a narrow walkway that didn’t
seem to bother the android one little bit. It didn’t appear to bother
The Doctor very much. Or at least he didn’t show any sign that he
was bothered. He walked confidently, keeping up with the android. Hugh
was more cautious. He had looked down. He knew how far he could fall if
he misjudged his step.
“What are you worrying about?” The Doctor asked him. “You’re
already dead!”
“I’d really prefer not to die again,” he replied.
“I’m used to it,” The Doctor told him. “Anyway,
I think it is very possible that there is some kind of anti-gravity going
on. You wouldn’t fall all the way.”
“I will take your word for it,” Hugh answered.
They reached the other side without having to test The Doctor’s
theory, anyway and the android brought them into a room with wall to wall
computer banks humming away. There was a whole group of androids working
at the terminals and in a command seat in the centre was what appeared
to be a human, at least at first glance. The Doctor reached slowly into
his pocket and took out his Sonic Screwdriver.
“Sorry,” he said. “But I had to know. You’re a
cyborg… part machine, part organic?”
“I am Leader Isis,” he said. “I am in charge of this
mission. And you are….”
“I’m The Doctor,” he said. “Spot check of facilities….”
It was a lame cover. He knew it was. But before he had chance to think
of anything better there was a shimmer in the air and a golden android
appeared along with Donna with Mary in her arms. She put the little girl
down and she ran to Hugh, who held her hand firmly. The Doctor turned
to Leader Isis with an angry glitter in his eyes.
“Your androids transmatted into my TARDIS? How? And why did you
bring them here? If you want hostages, you have us already?”
“Hostages?” Leader Isis was puzzled. “I don’t
understand your words. You are visitors here? You wish to understand our
mission?”
“Yes,” The Doctor said. “Yes, we do. I want to know
why you are abducting people from planet Earth and keeping them here on
your ship. Why are they unconscious? What are you doing to them?”
“They are safe,” Leader Isis assured him. “They are
being prepared….”
“Prepared for what?” The Doctor demanded. “Are you experimenting
on them?” His eyes glittered again and there was a set to his jaw
that Donna recognised as dangerous.
“They are being prepared for the Destination. They are having their
minds prepared for their new future lives.”
“What?” Donna said. “You mean they… they won’t
know who they are when they wake up?”
“That would be far too traumatising for them,” Leader Isis
said. “They would fret for loved ones left behind, for their homes
and friends. They are being processed to believe that they are colonists
travelling to a new world, and that when they arrive there is a paradise
awaiting them, new homes, good jobs, clean air and opportunities for all.”
“Is there a paradise awaiting them?” Donna asked. “Or
is it a big trick?”
“I was wondering the very same thing myself,” Hugh said.
“So was I,” The Doctor added. “I’ve never heard
of a paradise planet that didn’t have a really big serpent lurking
somewhere.”
“A serpent?” Leader Isis was puzzled. He turned to one of
his people who apparently explained what a serpent was. “Why would
we place a dangerous creature within our world? We do not wish to harm
these souls. We want them to be happy.”
“Why?” Donna and Hugh both asked the question at once. The
Doctor just tilted his head quizzically as if to say ‘answer them’.
“I don’t understand the question,” Leader Isis answered.
“Please clarify.”
“Why do you want these humans to be happy on a new planet?”
Donna continued. “Why take them in the first place? I know they
were going to die, but so were lots of people. You didn’t take them
all. Just a few, here and there. Why? What is it all about?”
“Please…” Leader Isis seemed distressed. “Let
me show you.”
He signalled to one of the androids. Donna and Hugh both made surprised
sounds as the android lifted off its own face and its eyes inside glowed
before emitting a hologram beam. The three ‘visitors’ watched
as an image formed of a planet. Leader Isis told them it was called Destination
Alpha. It was an M class planet with oceans and landmasses, an oxygen
rich atmosphere.
“It was terraformed by the government of Xsoce V, a planet in the
twin solar system to that designated as the Sigma system. Xsoce V was
a dying world. Pollution, depletion of the natural resources had brought
it to its knees. The only thing it had was advanced technology. The new
planet was prepared, and this ship was built to transport the population
to the new world, with the androids attending to their needs. They would
sleep during the journey and new skills for living in harmony with their
new environment would be taught to them. And when they woke, they would
begin their new lives.
“All right, so far,” Donna commented. “But how come….”
“The first group of ten thousand were successfully transported to
Destination Alpha. The ship returned to Xsoce V, only to find that a terrible
disaster had struck. The pollution levels had become so high that the
people had been poisoned. Billions were dead. There was only one survivor.
The man who had the idea of Destination alpha. A brilliant scientist.
He lived, by transplanting his mind from his dying body into a cyborg
mind….”
“You?” The Doctor asked.
“I,” he said. “My name when I was organic was Leader
Ira Sisko. The androids designated me as ‘Isis’ when I came
aboard the ship. I formulated a plan. With the assistance of the androids
I fitted the ship with my latest invention – a time drive that allowed
me to go back and forward in the temporal vortex. I knew I couldn’t
save my own people. It was too late for them. But I searched the stars
for planets with humanoid populations and I found souls who were about
to die in disasters… who were no longer part of the timeline of
their world. I gave them the future that my own people should have had…”
“So… you’re doing this out of… kindness?”
Donna said.
“Out of remorse,” he corrected her. “As one of the great
thinkers of my people, I ought to have been able to save them. I was too
late…”
The Doctor’s expression changed. He was no longer angry or suspicious.
He looked at Isis as if looking at a kindred spirit. He understood fully
the frustration of having almost unlimited power but not being able to
reverse the destruction of his own people.
His solution was to work all the harder to protect other worlds. Isis’s
solution was to rebuild his society from scratch in a unique and incredible
way.
“It could work,” he said slowly. “People whose timelines
have ended… Yet on this new world there is a place for them. The
time continuum can handle that. It’s… Isis… I can’t
think of a single reason to stop you doing this. I really can’t.
It’s… brilliant. It’s genius. Even I wouldn’t
have thought of it. It’s….”
He actually was lost for words.
“If this is true,” Hugh said very slowly. “Then, Doctor,
the answer to your dilemma about myself and Mary is obvious.”
“You…” The Doctor looked at him. “Oh….”
“She should be with her family, of course. Do I understand she will
not remember any of the trauma – the ship, the TARDIS, this place…
She will have a new identity, new memories, but she will be part of the
same loving family?”
“That is correct,” Isis told him.
“Then… we’d better take her to her family,” Hugh
said.
It meant another walk across the walkways, but it was worth it. Mary smiled
with joy when she saw her mother and father and brother in their preparation
room, sleeping soundly. She was happy to lie down on one of the couches
herself. Hugh held her hand until she was asleep then bent and kissed
her forehead gently.
“Goodbye, child,” he said. “You won’t know me
when you wake. But that’s for the best. You won’t remember
being frightened, either.”
He turned and looked at Isis.
“There’s another of these couches? For me?”
“It can be arranged,” Isis told him, and at once the androids
became busy. Within a very short time, Hugh was lying on another couch
and being attached to the machines that would erase his memory, his identity,
and give him a whole new one for the future.
“You’re choosing to do that?” Donna asked him. “Choosing
to forget yourself and become… I don’t know, a farmer or something
on this new planet?”
“The life I knew is over. What is the point of remembering and regretting?
I shall be content in whatever new life I am given. I shall have nothing
to regret. Doctor…”
“Yes,” The Doctor said. “Yes, Hugh. You’re doing
the right thing. There’s a place for you on Destination Alpha. Goodbye,
and good luck.”
The Doctor and Donna walked away before Hugh was asleep. They said goodbye
to Isis, too and made their way back to the TARDIS.
“It was the right thing, wasn’t it?” Donna asked as
they left the ship behind. “For Hugh?”
“Yes,” The Doctor answered her. “It’s right for
them all. They’ll take that batch to the new planet, then carry
on, picking up more victims of terrible disasters and giving them life
where they had none. It’s… If my people were around, I’m
not sure they’d like the idea. They might think it contravenes the
laws of time. But… now I’m the only Lord of Time left, and
I get to decide… and I think I should let Isis and his androids
get on with it. Meanwhile… you liked Hugh, didn’t you?”
“He was nice.”
“Yes, I thought so too. His paintings… he collected works
of art from what were then modern painters, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Matisse,
those sort. When he first wrote his will, he was going to give them all
to Dublin city to be put in a new gallery there. But there was a row about
the design of it, and he said he was going to give them to the National
Gallery in London instead. Then he felt sorry for being in a huff and
wrote a codicil to his will giving them BACK to Dublin. Only he didn’t
get it witnessed and he went off to America and came back on the Lusitania.
The National Gallery in London refused to give the paintings back. The
argument went on for most of the twentieth century. It was actually a
bone of contention between the British an Irish governments. But in 2008,
the collection was finally brought together where he wanted it.”
The TARDIS materialised. Donna looked at a street where it seemed to have
been raining a little while ago, but the sun was shining between the clouds
now.
“We’re on Earth,” she guessed. “With weather like
that, has to be.”
“We’re in Dublin,” The Doctor said, grabbing his coat
and taking her by the hand as they stepped out into the street. “Parnell
Square, Dublin. And that lovely Georgian building with all the banners
is officially called The Dublin City Gallery, but to most people it’s
just known as The Hugh Lane.”
“For our Hugh?”
“Yes, indeed,” The Doctor said. They stepped into the gallery.
Donna hadn’t been in very many such places in her life. She didn’t
know Manet from Monet. She would be the first to admit it. But The Doctor
obviously did and he guided her to what he said was the most appropriate
picture for a wet summer day in Dublin.
“Renoir’s Les Parapluies,” he said. “One of Hugh’s
collection. My favourite of them, if I had to choose.”
“Brilliant,” Donna agreed. “I think
it’s my favourite, too."