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reveal a hidden room. Turlough stepped into the chamber.
It felt as though he had entered a charnel-house. As his
eyes grew accustomed to the light he became aware of
seven shadowy figures, like corpses in their winding sheets,
laid out against the walls. He peered at the sepulchral
shapes; each shroud he saw to be a set of rich clothes, as
sumptuous as the fabric of the ship itself. Each of the
robes, he supposed, must enclose a dead man. But why had
the Black Guardian sent him to open up a tomb?
There was a soft wheezing, as if an old man had began to
snore. It came again; and again. Turlough realised that
each cadaverous occupant of the chamber was struggling to
draw air into his lungs; somehow the opening of the door
had brought the creatures to life. He was paralysed with
fear.
The hooded things began to stir. Bodies flexed under
velvet cloaks; twisted arms started to tear off their sheaths
and flail in the empty air around the terrified boy. The
creature nearest Turlough lifted a claw-like hand and tore
the cloth from his face. For a full five seconds, Turlough
faced the hideous, gasping mutant, then screamed, and
fled.
The resurrected corpse that had sent Turlough scuttling
away down the corridor focused its sunken eyes on the
open door. Mawdryn has returned, it announced to its
fellow sleepers.
Does he bring hope of our ending? came the reply.
The Brigadier couldn t wait to get out of the laboratory.
There was something very disturbing about all those
sterile, white panels with their inset dials and switches,
and those tortuous electrodes.
But the Doctor was still examining the regenerator.
There ve been some very cunning modifications.. A
vicious buzzing emanated from the centre of the machine
as the Doctor moved one of the switches.
That all looks highly dangerous, warned the Brigadier.
Quite right, agreed the Doctor. It could do very nasty
things to a genuine Time Lord.
Listen! The Brigadier had heard the sound of a voice
in the corridor. Or was it only the echo of the machinery
the Doctor had set in motion? He moved quietly into the
connecting passage to investigate, leaving the Doctor alone
with the regenerator.
Doctor? Doctor? A younger, sprucer Lethbridge-Stewart
advanced slowly along the main companionway. He was
fairly confident, now, that the wounded man he was
searching for was an imposter, but it would do no harm to
give him the benefit of a little more doubt. Doctor! he
called again, pausing beside the small passage to the
laboratory.
It was odd for someone as observant as Brigadier
Lethbridge-Stewart not to notice the narrow entrance, but
he was distracted by the increase in static electricity; the
tingling on the back of his neck had returned.
Mawdryn moved silently as he writhed and wriggled
towards the laboratory. As soon as he regained
consciousness he had sensed the presence of more
outsiders. Perhaps the Time Lord had come in search of
his TARDIS.
Without the help of his fellow mutants, his progress was
desperately slow, but he was not far now from the
regenerator.
Had Mawdryn arrived a moment sooner at the approach to
the laboratory, he would have been amazed to see two
Brigadiers: one dressed in military blazer and tie who
stood massaging his neck; the other a fatter, older man in a
tweed jacket who appeared from the direction of the lab, a
split second too late to catch sight of his other self at the
junction, as the younger Lethbridge-Stewart moved off
along the main corridor.
The senior Brigadier scratched his wrists which had
begun to tingle again. He stepped forward and looked up
and down the main companionway. The old soldier was
sure someone was calling, further along the corridor. He
followed the sound.
Are you there, Brigadier? The Doctor hurried from the
narrow side-passage and peered into the corridor. How
annoying of old Lethbridge-Stewart to wander off. He
must have gone ahead to look for the TARDIS. The
Doctor checked his bearings; the police box must be
somewhere down there...
As Mawdryn squirmed forward he sensed the aura of the
Time Lord whom he could dimly see hurrying away down
the corridor. He dragged himself, like a slug, into the side
passage and towards the laboratory.
One of the memories that had come flooding back to the
old Brigadier was that UNIT s former scientific advisor
should not be trusted on his own. Lethbridge-Stewart was
therefore reluctant to leave the Doctor tinkering with that
diabolical machine, and since there was no way he could
follow the mystery voice without getting hopelessly lost, he
retraced his steps to the laboratory.
Doctor, we must move on!
The regenerator was humming even more ferociously
than before, but there was no sign of the Doctor. Now
where s he gone?
Brigadier!
The Brigadier was on the point of leaving when he
heard the guttural whisper from the floor behind the
machine. He took a step forward. There was another croak,
and he looked down.
Help me, Brigadier!
The Brigadier s stomach heaved. He had never seen so
mutilated and deformed a face that was part of a living
creature. But he had seen the coat before, stained though it
was with gore and suppuration. It belonged to the Doctor.
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Rising of the Undead
Tegan and Nyssa were bored with waiting in the TARDIS.
I m going after the Brigadier, decided Tegan. But he
told us to stay here.
We re not in the Army!
You could get lost.
Stay here if you want to. I want to find the Doctor. The
real Doctor.
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reveal a hidden room. Turlough stepped into the chamber.
It felt as though he had entered a charnel-house. As his
eyes grew accustomed to the light he became aware of
seven shadowy figures, like corpses in their winding sheets,
laid out against the walls. He peered at the sepulchral
shapes; each shroud he saw to be a set of rich clothes, as
sumptuous as the fabric of the ship itself. Each of the
robes, he supposed, must enclose a dead man. But why had
the Black Guardian sent him to open up a tomb?
There was a soft wheezing, as if an old man had began to
snore. It came again; and again. Turlough realised that
each cadaverous occupant of the chamber was struggling to
draw air into his lungs; somehow the opening of the door
had brought the creatures to life. He was paralysed with
fear.
The hooded things began to stir. Bodies flexed under
velvet cloaks; twisted arms started to tear off their sheaths
and flail in the empty air around the terrified boy. The
creature nearest Turlough lifted a claw-like hand and tore
the cloth from his face. For a full five seconds, Turlough
faced the hideous, gasping mutant, then screamed, and
fled.
The resurrected corpse that had sent Turlough scuttling
away down the corridor focused its sunken eyes on the
open door. Mawdryn has returned, it announced to its
fellow sleepers.
Does he bring hope of our ending? came the reply.
The Brigadier couldn t wait to get out of the laboratory.
There was something very disturbing about all those
sterile, white panels with their inset dials and switches,
and those tortuous electrodes.
But the Doctor was still examining the regenerator.
There ve been some very cunning modifications.. A
vicious buzzing emanated from the centre of the machine
as the Doctor moved one of the switches.
That all looks highly dangerous, warned the Brigadier.
Quite right, agreed the Doctor. It could do very nasty
things to a genuine Time Lord.
Listen! The Brigadier had heard the sound of a voice
in the corridor. Or was it only the echo of the machinery
the Doctor had set in motion? He moved quietly into the
connecting passage to investigate, leaving the Doctor alone
with the regenerator.
Doctor? Doctor? A younger, sprucer Lethbridge-Stewart
advanced slowly along the main companionway. He was
fairly confident, now, that the wounded man he was
searching for was an imposter, but it would do no harm to
give him the benefit of a little more doubt. Doctor! he
called again, pausing beside the small passage to the
laboratory.
It was odd for someone as observant as Brigadier
Lethbridge-Stewart not to notice the narrow entrance, but
he was distracted by the increase in static electricity; the
tingling on the back of his neck had returned.
Mawdryn moved silently as he writhed and wriggled
towards the laboratory. As soon as he regained
consciousness he had sensed the presence of more
outsiders. Perhaps the Time Lord had come in search of
his TARDIS.
Without the help of his fellow mutants, his progress was
desperately slow, but he was not far now from the
regenerator.
Had Mawdryn arrived a moment sooner at the approach to
the laboratory, he would have been amazed to see two
Brigadiers: one dressed in military blazer and tie who
stood massaging his neck; the other a fatter, older man in a
tweed jacket who appeared from the direction of the lab, a
split second too late to catch sight of his other self at the
junction, as the younger Lethbridge-Stewart moved off
along the main corridor.
The senior Brigadier scratched his wrists which had
begun to tingle again. He stepped forward and looked up
and down the main companionway. The old soldier was
sure someone was calling, further along the corridor. He
followed the sound.
Are you there, Brigadier? The Doctor hurried from the
narrow side-passage and peered into the corridor. How
annoying of old Lethbridge-Stewart to wander off. He
must have gone ahead to look for the TARDIS. The
Doctor checked his bearings; the police box must be
somewhere down there...
As Mawdryn squirmed forward he sensed the aura of the
Time Lord whom he could dimly see hurrying away down
the corridor. He dragged himself, like a slug, into the side
passage and towards the laboratory.
One of the memories that had come flooding back to the
old Brigadier was that UNIT s former scientific advisor
should not be trusted on his own. Lethbridge-Stewart was
therefore reluctant to leave the Doctor tinkering with that
diabolical machine, and since there was no way he could
follow the mystery voice without getting hopelessly lost, he
retraced his steps to the laboratory.
Doctor, we must move on!
The regenerator was humming even more ferociously
than before, but there was no sign of the Doctor. Now
where s he gone?
Brigadier!
The Brigadier was on the point of leaving when he
heard the guttural whisper from the floor behind the
machine. He took a step forward. There was another croak,
and he looked down.
Help me, Brigadier!
The Brigadier s stomach heaved. He had never seen so
mutilated and deformed a face that was part of a living
creature. But he had seen the coat before, stained though it
was with gore and suppuration. It belonged to the Doctor.
6
Rising of the Undead
Tegan and Nyssa were bored with waiting in the TARDIS.
I m going after the Brigadier, decided Tegan. But he
told us to stay here.
We re not in the Army!
You could get lost.
Stay here if you want to. I want to find the Doctor. The
real Doctor.
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