In this week’s TV & Satellite Week:
> I didn’t think people would notice, but I should have known that science fiction fans would spot it blindfolded from 300 miles! All will be revealed next week. A lot of people think it’s a super-villain, though I can’t imagine why he would graffiti his name all over the place! It’s a bit subtler than that. It’s a lovely pay-off. But there’s no big panto villain.
Where do you keep your heart, love?
Is it free and allowed to roam?
I’ll show you where my heart is
And you shall be my home.
From morning to night I wander
From darkness to light I roam
But you are where my heart is
And you shall be my home…
As she waited for him to arrive, she hummed the tune he had taught her as a child. Fond tears welled up as she remembered those happiest of days.
The reunion itself started joyous enough for her. She wrapped her frail, ageing arms around his chest, pressing her cheek tightly against the warm wool of his jumper. He had changed so much since she had last seen him. The flowing white hair was much shorter, and now a slightly curly brown. As he whispered into her ear, “I’ve missed you”, she even detected a Celtic accent. Pulling him ever closer to her, she realised that what was once a frail, feeble body had become taut, upright. In fact, he was now so much younger in appearance than she was that she felt strange calling him ‘Grandfather’.
The happiness did not last. Looking up into his face for the first real time since his arrival, she noticed that the piercing grey of his eyes was diffused by sadness deeper than anything she had ever seen in him before.
His mouth opened and closed, opened and closed in an almost comical manner as he tried to say the words he needed to tell her. She could see the palpable fear of hurting her holding him back, strangling his words before they had the chance to emerge. Finally, painfully, he spat them out:
“I’m not your grandfather.”
Continue reading Where the Hearts Are
Despair had been trying to ensnare her nemesis for aeons. Now she had hit on the perfect plan. A quick manipulation of a backwards little planet (whose inhabitants were far too up themselves for her liking) and the plan was in place. How ironic — that the bringer of hope would trap himself in her realm by his own hand…
Through the mirror, she watched.
With delight, she saw him raise the two wires, bring them closer together and…
The Doctor stopped. “Do I have that right?”
Blast. She nearly had him in her realm, and now the moment was passed.
“Wheeeee!” squealed Jo as the Magic Roundabout span. “This Land of Fiction is fun!”
“Watch out!” cried the Doctor, as Ermintrude stampeded through the garden.
Her distress’ source was soon apparent. Imhotep and the remainder of the cast of The Mummy ran amok. A eunuch servant jumped piggyback onto Florence, causing her great discomfort.
The Doctor muttered a limerick under his breath several times. Whispering it into the culprit’s ear, the ferocity subsided into laughter. He jumped down – to Florence’s relief.
“How did you do it, Doctor?” asked Jo.
“Simple. I rehearsed the hilarity of the neuter on Flo.”
Destiny casts no shadow as he walks through his garden. His blind eyes read every page of the book chained to his arms. He knows he should not express opinion on the truths therein, but feels a thrill as the one known as The Doctor appears once more within its pages.
He frowns. Surely not…? How can it be…?
Destiny stumbles, flipping pages back and forth. For the first time in his Endless existence, the book confuses him. Surely even the Doctor’s existence could not be this complex?
Then an inspiration: the frontispiece.
The confusion explained:
Written by Lawrence Miles
He sat on the bridge between the Dreaming and her own realm when she found him, thin and blond this time.
“Hello,” he beamed. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” But when she smiled, he remembered and his face fell. “Oh. You. Does that mean I’m… Are you going to…?”
“Maybe one day, but not today.”
From behind her, a brightly coloured head poked, surrounded by kaleidoscopic butterflies.
“i’M DeL. sIs sAYs yoU cHanGE A loT, bUt nOt liKe UNdeRWeAr. CaN i, uM, DeSiGn yOu nEXt tIme?”
The Doctor smiled. “Why not?”
Death giggled. “You’re going to regret saying that, you know.”