Dr. Who - BBC New Series 28
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‘It’s impressive, I’ll grant you. Then what?’
‘What does any species do? It flourishes, it dominates it… sort of… keeps going.’
‘Oh, “sort of keeps going”, that’s very scientific.’ The Doctor sat on the chair in front of the now useless Madam Delphi set-up. ‘And? Tell me more of your plans. Wilfred here is desperate to know. So am I. And Donna, she’s just outside the door – hello, Donna, come back in – I’m sure she wants to know, too.’
Donna showed herself. ‘I thought I could be more help up here. All those weirdos, I ushered into the staff restaurant, told ’em I’d be back in a minute.’
‘Umm, Donna,’ the Doctor cautioned, ‘what’s to stop them running away?’
Donna held up a little silver key and waved it in front of his nose. ‘Cos I’m brilliant and locked ’em in.’ She grinned. ‘Oh, but I sent the Carnes boys home.’
‘Good, good. Mandragora here was just telling me how he/she/it is going to create a whole new empire. Like the Byzantine Empire, or, um, what was that other one?
Greek? No… Oh, what was it?’
Donna opened her mouth to suggest ‘Roman’ but the Doctor stopped her.
‘Now, now, Donna, let Mandragora work it out. Come on, you’ve got all that information at your fingertips, what’s the empire I’m thinking of? Something to do with a Decline and a Fall, wasn’t it?’
Netty/Mandragora paused. Then: ‘Roman. The Roman Empire.’
‘Oh yes, very good. How many billions of computers are there on Earth now? What was the market infiltration of the M-TEK, by the way?’
Netty/Mandragora frowned, and turned to Donna’s granddad. ‘Wilf? Help me…’
‘Netty…?’
‘No, Wilfred,’ the Doctor said loudly, his voice suddenly like a gunshot. ‘Sit down, leave Netty to work it out. Now!’
And Wilf settled next to Donna, on the floor.
‘Where is Mandragora from?’
Netty/Mandragora smiled. ‘A nebula, Doctor. We escaped the Dark Times and created a new home in the heart of beautiful chaos.’
‘Of course you did. What was it called?’
‘The… it was… I can’t remember…’
Netty/Mandragora staggered slightly. ‘We can’t remember…’
‘Come on, focus,’ the Doctor yelled suddenly, and he was up, circling Netty/Mandragora, firing questions as he walked around.
‘Tell me the speed of light? How many years did the Carrionite-Eternals war rage? Where is the home world of the Judoon? What’s the Twenty-Third Convention of the Shadow Proclamation? Who won the Bendrome/Sendrome War? How many beans make five?
Come on, come on…’ he clicked his fingers impatiently. ‘I mean, you can hardly take over the universe if you can’t think for yourself, can you?’
‘Give me a moment…’ Netty/Mandragora spat.
‘Give you a moment? Well, I could give you a moment, I s’pose, I mean, I’d give Henrietta Goodhart a moment or two happily, because she’s not well, is she? Oh, didn’t you realise? Hadn’t you sussed that bit out?’ And the Doctor roughly grabbed Netty’s shoulders and swung her round so they were face to face, noses almost touching. ‘You’ve taken on the body of a rather amazing lady, Mandragora, and you’ve locked yourself away in her mind, spreading out into her synapses and everything. Trouble is, the synapses are failing her. Each and every day the neurons
and synapses in her cerebral cortex are atrophying. And you’re speeding the process up in your hurry to acclimatise yourself and, sadly, you’re already breaking up. I mean you can’t think of words – that’s a touch of paraphasia coming on. Unsteady on your feet? Well, I think that’s apraxia. Temporal lobe, parietal lobe, decaying around you.’
‘You… you did something… tricked… you tricked me…’
‘Well… yes, I think I did. And the more you fight it, the more Mandragora energy you spend trying to repair those bits of brain, the more you’re actually losing yourself, because this lady has Moderate Alzheimer’s and that’s not curable, even by you.’
‘Then I shall, you know, change… move, swap bodies with… I shall…’
‘Yes? What? What will you do? Go on, tell me.’
Donna joined in. ‘Or you could tell us all about the stars, all those marvellous constellations, all the things that Netty knows about. Tell us where the Dog Star is? Or how to find the Big Dipper. What direction will I see Venus in at this time of year?’
Wilf grabbed Donna’s arm. ‘Stop it, Donna, you’re confusing her.’
‘That’s the idea,’ she told him. ‘That’s what the Doctor’s doing this for, speeding up the confusion.’
‘But it’s Netty… you’re hurting Netty!’
Wilf couldn’t move. He knew that Donna and the Doctor knew what they were doing, but it didn’t stop him wanting them to stop. Wanting to do anything other than
have Netty used and abused in this way. But he didn’t.
Because, as he’d once read in a newspaper advice column, ‘sometimes the greatest good can come out of the smallest pain.’ Actually it had probably said ‘life’s full of hard knocks’, but that was how he’d chosen to interpret it.
He just hated it.
For one teeny tiny second, he almost hated the Doctor and Donna for doing it so… easily.
And then he made a decision.
‘When the stars begin to fall,’ he began to sing quietly, ‘Oh Lord! What a morning. Oh Lord! What a morning…’
His voice cracked slightly, so he cleared his throat and began again. ‘When the stars begin to fall, Oh Lord! What a morning. Oh Lord! What a morning. When the stars begin to fall…’
Gently, quietly, Netty’s voice responded. ‘Oh sinner, what will you do, when the stars begin to fall… Oh Lord!
What a morning…’
Wilf reached out and took her hand, trying to hide his tears as he did so.
This time the Doctor didn’t pull him away. Wilf started slow, stumbling dance steps with Netty, as the two of them sang quietly together the song that she so loved.
The Doctor eased Donna back. ‘It’s up to your granddad now,’ he whispered.
‘D’you remember where we first heard this song?’ Wilf said to Netty as they danced. ‘Who sang it? What was the name of the man who brought us dinner? Can you remember the car, all silver and shining? And was that the first time you’d ever been driven in a Rolls Royce? And
what I said at the end, as we drove through the streets, looking up at that clear, beautiful sky? And can you—’
‘I… I can’t… I can’t remember… I am Mandr…
Mandragora… I will rule the universe… somehow… I can’t…’
‘You are Henrietta Goodhart,’ Wilf said gently. ‘And you are ill, so terribly, terribly ill, and I’m so scared I’m gonna lose you and I don’t want to lose you. Please stay.’
‘Wilfred?’
The Doctor and Donna immediately perked up as Netty spoke his name.
‘You’re Wilfred… and I’m Netty… no, I’m the Mandragora Helix, and I… Oh Lord! What a morning…’
Wilf pulled her tightly to him, and hugged her more than he had ever hugged anyone since his beloved Eileen had passed away. ‘Oh sinner, what will you do,’ he sang back.
‘My head… I don’t understand… I can’t remember anything…’ Netty pushed him away. ‘Why can’t I remember? It’s not fair… It’s not fair! I can’t remember anything… it’s not fair!!’
Netty’s head dropped backwards and she looked up at the ceiling, bringing both her hands up to point in the direction she was looking. The others watched as screaming purple, blue, red light roared from her body, utterly vaporising a space in the ceiling as the Mandragora energy erupted from Netty’s human form and streaked up into the sky.
Then the noise and light cut off.
Mandragora was gone.
Netty’s hands fell limply to her sides, and her head lolled forward.
Wilf went to catch her, but Netty just s
hook herself and looked up at him, a huge smile of recognition on her face.
‘Wilfred?’ She looked around the hotel penthouse, saw the perfect hole in the ceiling, then spotted the Doctor and Donna.
‘Blimey O’Reilly,’ she said. ‘Have I been Sundowning again? Where on earth have I wandered off to this time?’
‘You, Henrietta Goodhart,’ the Doctor smiled, ‘just saved planet Earth. You’re brilliant.’
Donna nudged him. ‘Yeah. And you’re not so useless yourself, spaceman.’
A hundred miles. A thousand miles. A million miles.
Moving almost at the speed of thought, the fractured, disembodied Mandragora Helix shot across the universe, screaming inside, its mind falling apart, trying to find its way home.
But where was home? Surely it was… No, it was…
Where was home? Where was here?
Who am I? What am I? Why am I?
Who… what… where… how…
I think therefore I am…
I think therefore…
I think…
I…
What is ‘I’…
Nothing…
‘I’ is nothing…
I…
I…
i…
…
..
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In the canteen, Donna had taken charge, and she soon had everyone relaxed and sorted out, which was a relief for the Doctor – she was much better at this human touchy-feely stuff than him. More importantly right now, she could lie far more convincingly, tell them it’d all been part of a computer virus sent out by MorganTech and that they could go back home as soon as it was daylight.
The Doctor had made a couple of quick calls to people he knew in high places (or maybe low ones) and announced that someone would be arriving very soon to give everyone air tickets and first-class reservations to wherever they wanted to go.
‘This is England,’ the old American man had muttered.
‘I always wanted to come to England. How on earth did I get here?’
The Doctor couldn’t answer that one but instead fobbed him and his lovely wife off by saying he’d arranged for them to stay in a hotel (not this one, thank God) in the centre of town, and they had a seven-day pass to explore the city. ‘Take the train out, go visit Bath, or Warwick or the Isle of Wight.’
‘Or Hull,’ Donna had added.
‘Donna, why would they want to go to Hull? What’s in Hull that they could possibly want to see?’
‘I dunno,’ she said. ‘I’ve never been to Hull. But I
always thought it sounded interesting.’
‘Hull’s lovely,’ Wilf joined in. ‘Went there for a long weekend once, to see a match. Went out on a boat.’
The Doctor gave in. ‘All right,’ he said to the Americans. ‘Go to Hull, too. It has boats. Apparently.’
The elderly couple went off muttering about Hull, and the Doctor turned his attention to the students. Three guys and a girl.
‘What happened to the Professor?’ asked the girl.
The two guys at the back (oh, so a couple, Donna decided) nodded, but the other man looked downcast. ‘He died, didn’t he?’
The Doctor nodded. ‘Italian man? Yes, I’m sorry.’
The students all stared at each other. ‘I don’t see any point in going back to Italy.’
‘I do,’ said the smaller guy at the back, looking at the other.
Ahhh, thought Donna.
‘We should at least tie up loose ends out there,’ the third guy said.
And the group wandered off, muttering together.
The Greek man was apologetic, saying he had no recollection of what he’d done, but guessed it hadn’t been good. The Doctor explained it wasn’t his fault and that he should go back to his family and forget about London.
The man wandered off, muttering.
‘Suppose he did something back in Greece? Suppose any of them did? Or all of them?’ Donna said.
‘I can’t sort everything out, Donna.’ He sighed. ‘We can only hope that whatever has happened in their pasts, if
anything, they can come to terms with it. And they’re unlikely to actually remember.’
‘You’re thinking of your friend at Copernicus, aren’t you?’
‘One of them killed him. Broke his neck. Our Greek friend seems the most likely, but I’m not a policeman. And I can’t prove anything.’
Donna pondered on the morality of it when her mobile phone bleeped. A text.
‘Miss Oladini,’ Donna waved her mobile at him. She read the text.
‘Is she all right?’ the Doctor asked.
‘She’s ecstatic. What did you do?’
‘Dunno what you mean.’
‘Doctor?’
‘Well, perhaps while I was sorting things out with UNIT for that lot, I may possibly have mentioned how indebted we all were to her, too.’
‘She says here,’ Donna smiled, ‘that she’s had her visitor’s status upgraded and can now come and go as she pleases. No more hiding. Oh, and she also says to tell you she has a cat called Dolly, and that you know what that means.’
The Doctor beamed. ‘Good for them both.’
‘Thought you didn’t like cats much?’
‘I always liked Dolly. And she deserves a good home.’
‘Doctor? How many other people did Madam Delphi use and then chuck away?’
‘Mankind were just tools to the Helix, tools to be used and abandoned.’
‘Like Netty?’
The Doctor visibly winced.
‘I’m sorry,’ Donna said. ‘That was below the belt.’
The Doctor looked at his friend. ‘But true, and honest. I had to take the risk, Donna. Once, I might’ve done it with less conscience.’
‘My God,’ Donna said in mock horror. ‘What have I done to you?’
The Doctor was serious. He took her hands in his.
‘Made me a better person.’
Donna pulled her hands away, resorting, as always, to her standard jokes. ‘Now then, don’t touch what you can’t afford, spaceman.’
They watched as Wilf and Netty started walking towards the main reception area. ‘Let’s get them back to your mum, eh?’
Donna nodded. ‘You coming too, then? I mean, you know what she’s like.’
The Doctor nodded. ‘Yeah. An older version of her daughter.’
‘Oi!’ Donna laughed and linked arms with the Doctor.
‘Come on, spaceman. You’ve stared down Sontarans, Pyroviles and the Fishmen of Kandalinga. I don’t really think my mum’s that scary.’
‘You don’t?’
‘Nah. Unless it’s Monday. Mondays, she gets one of her ’mares on. Is today Monday?’
‘Today is indeed Monday.’
Donna held him a bit tighter. ‘My turn to protect you then, eh?’
FRIDAY
A few days later, and mankind had, as it always did, coped and moved on. MorganTech had officially crashed and burned, it’s CEO and executive staff declared bankrupt in absentia.
The M-TEKs had been recalled and destroyed and a warrant was sent out for the arrest of Dara Morgan, until the truth was established about his identity (or at least the fact that he wasn’t Dara Morgan), at which point the whole MorganTech affair came under the jurisdiction of UNIT and vanished from public view. The people guarding the craters had woken up, completely baffled as to why they were there. They were arrested, but would no doubt all be freed once UNIT got involved.
The Noble family were heading to the RPS – Wilf was finally getting his dinner and the Naming Honour. Netty was with them, bustling around with Sylvia, getting ready, trying on hats with alarmingly larger feathers and laughing at silly little things along with Donna’s mum.
Wilf and the Doctor had sensibly escaped to the back garden, drinking tea and discussing in hushed tones the Doctor’s various adventures with ‘the outer space robot people’, with each tale usually ending in uproariously raucous laughter.
> Donna wandered through the patio doors to hush them.
‘You’ll have Mum wondering what you’re talking about, and then the game’s up.’
‘Not gonna tell her the truth, then?’ The Doctor raised an eyebrow at both of them.
A quick look shot between grandfather and granddaughter, followed in unison by ‘Are you mad?’
‘She’d definitely kill you this time,’ Donna said.
‘After killing me for keeping secrets,’ Wilf agreed.
The Doctor shrugged and changed the subject. ‘So, tonight’s little shindig. What time are you heading off?’
‘ We are heading off at seven,’ Donna said.
The Doctor opened his mouth to protest, to say the last thing he wanted was another RPS dinner, another chance to be pooh-poohed by Doctor Crossland or get into a long, dreary, conversation with Ariadne Holt about finger-painting or her terrifying lack of sartorial elegance.
‘Brilliant,’ he said unenthusiastically. ‘I may need to nip back to the TARDIS to, um, change my suit.’
Donna shook her head. ‘You are staying right here, Sonny Jim.’
‘Here?’
‘Here.’
‘No TARDIS? No suit?’
‘No TARDIS, no suit, no emergency calls from Princess Leia suggesting you’re her only hope.’ Donna swept up the tea mugs. ‘More tea?’
The Doctor nodded.
Sylvia emerged, phone to her ear. ‘Really?’ she was saying. ‘Well it must’ve been stolen in all that kerfuffle with the lights and everything… Oh, right. Well that’s a bit dodgy, hoping someone will steal your van for the insurance. Oh well, all right, I’ll see you later. Bye, love.’
She switched the phone off. ‘Mr Webb’s blue Transit got stolen – turns out he wanted it to go, left the keys in it and everything, so he could claim the insurance. Apparently it turned up, burned out, somewhere in the East End. I dunno, some people…’ She had something else in her hands and she dropped it in front of Wilf.
It was the pile of pamphlets for the nursing homes, torn in half. ‘I think Netty should move in here. With us.’ She touched Wilf’s cheek. ‘With you.’
Wilf stood up and hugged his daughter.
‘No,’ said Netty from behind them all, looking magnificent in her latest hat. ‘My mind is clearer now for the first time in ages. But I can’t move in here, Sylvia.’