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Lego Doctor Who - The Lost Child - 4
The Doctor: Where am I?
Samuel: You don’t know where you are? You just told us where we are.
The Doctor: I don’t mean where am I exactly. I meant where is my ship? What year is this? What planet?
Samuel: You don’t know what year this is? Did you bang your head or something? How can you forget what year this is!
The Doctor: How can you not answer a question?
Vale: This is the 18th Vagabond fleet, ship six designation ‘Peregrine’. Year 3184.
The Doctor: Thank you, see? Not so difficult is it young….?
Samuel: I just said my name five minutes ago.
The Doctor: Well how do you expect me to remember all that? Five minutes have passed since then!
Samuel: How do you forget something you were told five minutes ago?
The Doctor: I don’t know how do you manage to keep asking questions rather than answering mine.
Samuel: Samuel. The name is Samuel.
The Doctor: Good. Excellent. Tell you what it’s a bit dark in here, why’s no-one turned the lights on?
Vale: Umm because this is your ship? We don’t exactly know how it works.
The Doctor: That makes three of us.
Samuel: What? You don’t know how to fly your own ship?
The Doctor: And a bird doesn’t know how to fly it just does it. What’s your point?
Samuel: Your ship landed in ours.
The Doctor: Did it? That’s rather unfortunate. It didn’t leave a big hole did it?
The both look at one another clearly perplexed. Evidently their question was more how the Tardis managed to enter their ship without leaving a gaping big hole in the ship’s outer hull. Either way that’s promising. The dematerialisation circuit is clearly still functioning at least.
Vale: Um, no. It didn’t leave any hole what so ever.
The Doctor: Oh well that’s good then no horrible death in the cold vacuum of space today then! Anyways, as I was saying. Lights!
I reach across the console and pull one of the levers down, redirecting power towards internal lighting. Just why the Tardis rerouted all that power in the first place is beside me. Either my previous body was an idiot who believed the lighting problem to be another fault with the Tardis or he just liked the moody lighting. Potentially both.
As the lights come on the console room is illuminated by more than just the light emitting from the time rotor, the results of my last regeneration become clear to the eye. The console room is covered in scorch marks and several storage crates are overturned with their contents all over the console room floor. A quick assessment of the console itself shows serious damage to it as well. Frankly, it’s a marvel that I was able to actually land safely. Assuming it was me who landed it.
Samuel: What happened here?
The Doctor: I decided to make some changes to my appearance. Unfortunately, I appear to have also created this mess whilst doing so.
Vale: And the scorch marks?
The Doctor: My fault but I can fix that.
Samuel: And just what are you are wearing?
I look down to inspect what I was wearing from my previous body. An interesting look to say the least. Can’t say that I like it though.
The Doctor: I’m not so sure myself.
Vale: Is everything alright? Your clothes are covered in scorch marks as well?
The Doctor: Relax. Everything’s fine Teagan.
Samuel: Teagan? Who the hell is Teagan?
The Doctor: Oi, mind your language Harry. I didn’t know what the Time Lords were getting us into when they sent us to Skaro so you can’t blame me!
Vale: Are you alright?
The Doctor: Look at me Rory of course I’m not alright I’ve just regenerated!
Samuel: Rory? Regenerated? Just what are you talking about.
The Doctor: Come on Ace, focus. What did I tell you a Time Lord does when they’re close to death?
Samuel: Ace? Time Lord?
The Doctor: Yes Time Lord, it’s what I am, we’ve been over this how many times now Turlough?
Samuel: Turlough?
The Doctor: Oh I give up. Susan tell these poor fools all they need to know. I’m tired of trying to explain the complexities of the universe to idiots.
Samuel: Hey! Who are you calling idiots? You’re the one that’s not making sense.
The Doctor: I’m making perfect sense River, I always do. You lot just haven’t caught up yet. ARRGH!
My mind is burning. It’s rejigging itself in the aftermath of the regeneration so I’m acting erratic. Unwittingly drifting between the personalities and memories of past incarnations in seconds. I just….I just need to take a moment and……rest
Vale: Samuel! Grab him!
As the strange man appears to lose consciousness, I race to catch him just before he falls to the ground. I only just manage to grab hold of him before he completely collapses.
Samuel: Sir, are you alright? Doctor? Doctor can you hear me?
The Doctor: Screw….driver…
Samuel: Take it easy. I’ve got you.
The Doctor: Where’s….my…..screw…..driver…..I nee…..
Before he can complete his sentence, the man falls unconscious and a loud noise erupts from with in his ship. I can’t be certain just what exactly it was, but it sounded like a bell of some sorts. Why does his ship make a noise that sounds like a church bell?
Samuel: Vale, what do we do?
Vale: Hold him firmly, we’ve got to get him to the medical bay.
Samuel: But what was he saying and just how did he get here?
Vale: I don’t know Samuel. But right now there’s a man in need of our help. We’ve got to get him to Hala right away.
Samuel: I’m on it.
I reach into the inside pocket of my jacket and pull out my communicator.
Samuel: Jerro, we’re gonna need you and Hala to prep the medical bay.
Jerro: Why? What’s happened? Are you both alright?
Samuel: Don´t worry we’re fine. But our visitor isn’t.
Jerro: Visitor? We have an intruder on board? How did he get on?
I pause for a moment and look around the so called ‘Tardis’ befuddled as to how best to explain it.
Samuel: I’m working on it.
Jerro: Well then who is this intruder? Human? Male? Female? We need to know what to prepare for Sam!
Samuel: Human by the looks of him. Male. Young, brown hair. Possible skin burns by the look of his ship and clothing.
Jerro: Alright, I’ll prepare the med bay for him. Does he have a name?
Samuel: Yeah, he calls himself the Doctor.
Jerro: Doctor? Doctor Who?
Lego Doctor Who - The Lost Child - 4
The Doctor: Where am I?
Samuel: You don’t know where you are? You just told us where we are.
The Doctor: I don’t mean where am I exactly. I meant where is my ship? What year is this? What planet?
Samuel: You don’t know what year this is? Did you bang your head or something? How can you forget what year this is!
The Doctor: How can you not answer a question?
Vale: This is the 18th Vagabond fleet, ship six designation ‘Peregrine’. Year 3184.
The Doctor: Thank you, see? Not so difficult is it young….?
Samuel: I just said my name five minutes ago.
The Doctor: Well how do you expect me to remember all that? Five minutes have passed since then!
Samuel: How do you forget something you were told five minutes ago?
The Doctor: I don’t know how do you manage to keep asking questions rather than answering mine.
Samuel: Samuel. The name is Samuel.
The Doctor: Good. Excellent. Tell you what it’s a bit dark in here, why’s no-one turned the lights on?
Vale: Umm because this is your ship? We don’t exactly know how it works.
The Doctor: That makes three of us.
Samuel: What? You don’t know how to fly your own ship?
The Doctor: And a bird doesn’t know how to fly it just does it. What’s your point?
Samuel: Your ship landed in ours.
The Doctor: Did it? That’s rather unfortunate. It didn’t leave a big hole did it?
The both look at one another clearly perplexed. Evidently their question was more how the Tardis managed to enter their ship without leaving a gaping big hole in the ship’s outer hull. Either way that’s promising. The dematerialisation circuit is clearly still functioning at least.
Vale: Um, no. It didn’t leave any hole what so ever.
The Doctor: Oh well that’s good then no horrible death in the cold vacuum of space today then! Anyways, as I was saying. Lights!
I reach across the console and pull one of the levers down, redirecting power towards internal lighting. Just why the Tardis rerouted all that power in the first place is beside me. Either my previous body was an idiot who believed the lighting problem to be another fault with the Tardis or he just liked the moody lighting. Potentially both.
As the lights come on the console room is illuminated by more than just the light emitting from the time rotor, the results of my last regeneration become clear to the eye. The console room is covered in scorch marks and several storage crates are overturned with their contents all over the console room floor. A quick assessment of the console itself shows serious damage to it as well. Frankly, it’s a marvel that I was able to actually land safely. Assuming it was me who landed it.
Samuel: What happened here?
The Doctor: I decided to make some changes to my appearance. Unfortunately, I appear to have also created this mess whilst doing so.
Vale: And the scorch marks?
The Doctor: My fault but I can fix that.
Samuel: And just what are you are wearing?
I look down to inspect what I was wearing from my previous body. An interesting look to say the least. Can’t say that I like it though.
The Doctor: I’m not so sure myself.
Vale: Is everything alright? Your clothes are covered in scorch marks as well?
The Doctor: Relax. Everything’s fine Teagan.
Samuel: Teagan? Who the hell is Teagan?
The Doctor: Oi, mind your language Harry. I didn’t know what the Time Lords were getting us into when they sent us to Skaro so you can’t blame me!
Vale: Are you alright?
The Doctor: Look at me Rory of course I’m not alright I’ve just regenerated!
Samuel: Rory? Regenerated? Just what are you talking about.
The Doctor: Come on Ace, focus. What did I tell you a Time Lord does when they’re close to death?
Samuel: Ace? Time Lord?
The Doctor: Yes Time Lord, it’s what I am, we’ve been over this how many times now Turlough?
Samuel: Turlough?
The Doctor: Oh I give up. Susan tell these poor fools all they need to know. I’m tired of trying to explain the complexities of the universe to idiots.
Samuel: Hey! Who are you calling idiots? You’re the one that’s not making sense.
The Doctor: I’m making perfect sense River, I always do. You lot just haven’t caught up yet. ARRGH!
My mind is burning. It’s rejigging itself in the aftermath of the regeneration so I’m acting erratic. Unwittingly drifting between the personalities and memories of past incarnations in seconds. I just….I just need to take a moment and……rest
Vale: Samuel! Grab him!
As the strange man appears to lose consciousness, I race to catch him just before he falls to the ground. I only just manage to grab hold of him before he completely collapses.
Samuel: Sir, are you alright? Doctor? Doctor can you hear me?
The Doctor: Screw….driver…
Samuel: Take it easy. I’ve got you.
The Doctor: Where’s….my…..screw…..driver…..I nee…..
Before he can complete his sentence, the man falls unconscious and a loud noise erupts from with in his ship. I can’t be certain just what exactly it was, but it sounded like a bell of some sorts. Why does his ship make a noise that sounds like a church bell?
Samuel: Vale, what do we do?
Vale: Hold him firmly, we’ve got to get him to the medical bay.
Samuel: But what was he saying and just how did he get here?
Vale: I don’t know Samuel. But right now there’s a man in need of our help. We’ve got to get him to Hala right away.
Samuel: I’m on it.
I reach into the inside pocket of my jacket and pull out my communicator.
Samuel: Jerro, we’re gonna need you and Hala to prep the medical bay.
Jerro: Why? What’s happened? Are you both alright?
Samuel: Don´t worry we’re fine. But our visitor isn’t.
Jerro: Visitor? We have an intruder on board? How did he get on?
I pause for a moment and look around the so called ‘Tardis’ befuddled as to how best to explain it.
Samuel: I’m working on it.
Jerro: Well then who is this intruder? Human? Male? Female? We need to know what to prepare for Sam!
Samuel: Human by the looks of him. Male. Young, brown hair. Possible skin burns by the look of his ship and clothing.
Jerro: Alright, I’ll prepare the med bay for him. Does he have a name?
Samuel: Yeah, he calls himself the Doctor.
Jerro: Doctor? Doctor Who?