Programmed To Kill Part 4 By The Whoniversity

The Doctor, Nyssa, Amanda and Scott were the only organic lifeforms left on the ship, but time was running out. After realising there was no cure for the infection that had begun taking over Nyssa, the four of them decided to review the situation. “Right, how are we going to get out of this: all of the suits are damaged, the Robots are malfunctioning and programmed to kill, Nyssa has contracted an incurable virus.. We've got quite the problem to solve!” The Doctor began. Scott was about to answer, but no words could leave his mouth. He began to notice the cold. Scott estimated they had about ten minutes before the exterior shields had completely decayed. While Nyssa and Amanda were still searching for a toxin or viral strain to test on the alien virus infecting Nyssa, the Doctor examined the original sample of blood after taking the glass slide. He put it under the only remaining microscope in the laboratory and began his observation; the marching of metal against metal edging ever nearer.

“We're going to die here, aren't we,” Scott managed. The Doctor didn't break concentration, didn't even look up for a single second. “Not if I can help it,” the Time Lord replied, hoping this was true. In reality he had no plan and no way of solving this problem, but his life revolved around situations like these. He was used to being under this sort of life or death pressure, and usually he was quite good at preventing deaths and saving as many lives as possible. Scott didn't believe this man, after all, up until Amanda had pleaded for him to spare the travellers, Scott was hell bent on killing them. That was until he'd found out Alex had been behind it, but that didn't change the fact he didn't trust this man with his life, despite him being their best hope; “But like you said, it's quite the problem to solve, and you forgot to mention the service Robots that are literally a few corridors down!” he sighed. The Doctor finally looked up, and straightened his creased cricket jacket. “Ah, yes, well. That bit I had forgotten about!” he said, in a worried tone. The Doctor ran to the door and stopped, looking down the adjacent corridor. No Robots were in sight, but the machines were undoubtedly gaining on them. The metal racket off their machine footsteps ascending.

The Service Robots marched in unison, programmed to kill the remaining lifeforms aboard the vessel. The machines had no need to run, and regularly halted for short periods, staring into nothingness. There was no explanation for these movements, however the only logical reason was because they were somehow confident - although it is impossible for machines to have emotions - that they'd reach their designated targets in time. Confident that their targets had no means of escape.

Nyssa and Amanda had failed to find anything useful. It turned out the vessel didn't contain any extremely lethal chemicals or viruses on board. The Doctor was still examining the sample of blood. After a few seconds, he called out; “At first, I didn't believe I'd be able to cure this, but I think all we need is a large quantity of Clopyralid, Iron, Imazapic, Copper, Linuron, and a dash of methyl-chlorophenoxyacetic acid.” he said, pronouncing the unique and complex words without difficulty. The Doctor had a beaming smile on his face - infectious - obviously proud of himself for figuring out the exact chemicals to prevent the spread of this alien virus. Most of the chemicals were synthetic herbicides, Amanda realised, and got to work with locating the listed compounds. Nyssa was now at the door, along with Scott, both waiting for the Robots to enter the adjacent corridor. The longer they waited, the more anxious they became, the anticipation was killing them, along with the virus Nyssa contracted.

“Do you do this a lot?” Scott asked, shivering. He was feeling the cold more than anyone. But that would soon change as the shields began to deteriorate. “What, encounter near death situations?” Nyssa replied, assuming that's what he'd meant, and she was right.

“Yeah. Is it like, in your job description?”

“If I had a job, that'd be the description,”

“I don't know how you do it,”

“I have the Doctor. He's saved my life more times than I can count, although I've saved his many times as well. We have to trust each other, and I trust him with my life. He finds a way he always does.” she said, looking over at the Doctor with confidence, although she knew that her chances of survival were still slim. “So it's just you two? Travelling places and answering distress calls?” Scott asked. “We used to travel with an air stewardess, Teegan, an Earth woman, from the earth year 1980, but she departed along time ago,”

“I'm sorry for your loss-”

“Oh, no, she's not dead. At least I hope she's not. The Doctor just hasn't gotten around to arriving at Heathrow Airport yet. The TARDIS is always taking us to strange places. Places we need to be, but not necessarily where we aim to be.”

“You lot are mad. Why on Earth would you want to travel towards danger? Towards certain death?” he was beginning to look grey. Like a corpse. His shivering had only increased and the cold would soon cause the death of him.

“I don't really know. I've never really bothered to ask,” Nyssa replied but she knew the reason. It was to answer calls for help, like the very distress call that led them here. It was to help people, because if they don't, nobody else will.

“There,” Amanda said with a mound of different jars and containers. The ingredients were now displayed on the desk, and Amanda looked at the weird combination in disbelief. The Doctor, however, nodded. “Perfect. I need to mix them all together and drop a sample of Peter's blood into the mixture. When that's done, we should see whether the solution kills the virus or only irritates it.” the Doctor instructed, and Amanda followed the process.

“Any news on the Robots?” The Doctor asked, walking over to Nyssa and Scott, who was slowly but surely freezing to death. “They're advancing. As ever. But they're at least another two minutes away.” Scott replied. The Doctor took in the information, and instead opted to address Scott's current situation. “The shields are falling, and you look terrible, ” he said, removing his cricket jacket, leaving the man in his custom Edwardian jumper, which was patterned with question marks. Despite this, the Doctor wasn't showing any signs of freezing or even being aware of the cold. “You need this more than me,” he said, handing Scott the coat. Scott clearly didn't want anyone to notice his constant shaking, but he accepted the coat without hesitation. It wasn't enough to warm him completely, but it was better than nothing. “Thank you,” he said, his face now a pale shade of grey. Amanda interrupted and called the Doctor over to witness the results of the experiment; combining the herbicides, as well as Iron and Copper wasn't quite enough to prevent the parasites’ cells from dividing, however, it was slowing down the process. Filled with pride the Doctor said with hope: “I think we can save you, Nyssa. Amanda, find as much of the ingredients as you can, we're going to need an awful lot more than what we're currently working with,” he said. Amanda once again went back to locating more of the same chemicals.

After entering the coordinates, Alex had arrived in an alien world. A hub of life. Alex was taking in his new surroundings; an alien planet obviously, this fact was so obviously given away by the two moons hanging in the sky, thousands of miles away. The actual sky was a mixture of deep blue and green, and Alex was currently situated in a sort of marketplace. The street was packed with customers queuing at stalls filled with the strangest items. There was a stall specifically for the purchase of scrap metal, another stall selling vials of isotopes, but the strangest stall was run by a Draconian, who was selling artefacts that he claimed were cursed. In reality, the items weren't in fact cursed, they were just from the ancient times. One of these items included the VHS of an episode of TV called “Marco Polo”, a black and white historical episode involving time travellers.

Alex looked down at the device on his wrist and the coordinates were clear. Directly north, a few miles walk from his current position. Alex was questioning why he couldn't just be transported to the exact location, but he continued to walk nonetheless. Towards a symbol. A mountain that towered over the market-city; it's presence instilled fear within all who gazed upon it. This was where his new life would be forged.

The Service Robots were closing in on the remaining survivors. Seconds away, and Nyssa and Scott could now physically see the machines marching down the corridor. “Doctor!” Nyssa turned to him. “They're here,” she said and the Doctor rushed to the door to look for himself. His face contorted in a series of worried expressions, and he rushed back over to Amanda, still bursting with energy. “Progress?” he asked, and Amanda nodded. “Only thing I can't find more of is methyl-chlorophenoxyacetic acid,” she started, but the Doctor stopped her; “That'll do, we only really need a small amount of that, as long as we have an abundance of the rest of it,” he explained. “Right, we're going to need to escape.” he said, sounding optimistic. “How are we getting out. How? Look, the Robots are headed straight towards us!” Amanda said, just noticing the army of machines. “I'll focus on that bit. We need to get to the TARDIS, and luckily I can remember the whereabouts.. ish.” he said, and ran towards Nyssa and Scott. Amanda, carrying the concoction of herbicides, iron and copper, joined them seconds later. They were watching as certain death approached, but the Doctor wasn't phased. Scott was shaking, Amanda was anxious, and Nyssa was trying to stay hopeful; she looked down at her hand, the infection had now covered her entire forearm. “When I say run, run..” The Doctor began, relying on his more basic form of a plan. But Amanda was struck with horror; “Run where? Where are we meant to run? We're blocked off!” she said, losing hope. Nyssa also realised how stupid the plan was, and was about to ask the same thing, but before she could speak, the Doctor had already shouted - “RUN” - And they all ran. The Doctor led them towards their grave and they all followed blindly. The Robots didn't quicken their pace, instead it seemed as though they slowed down. This moment seemed to last forever. The Doctor seemed to have no plan, until the final seconds. While moving closer to their deaths, the Doctor pressed a button on a device. A device which materialised from one of his trouser pockets. It was a compact EMP amplifier, a refined version of the one Nyssa had constructed during their time in the cell. A shock wave rippled through the crowd of machines, and row by row the mechanical murderers shut down. Their heads dropped, but they weren't completely offline. The effect of the EMP would only last for a few seconds. But a few seconds was all that was required.

The four of them rushed through the maze of corridors at speeds unknown to them. Obviously it wasn't lightspeed, but Nyssa was aware this was the fastest she'd ever run. Her life depended on it! Their lives depended on it. The tannoy announced the shields were decaying, and would reach breaking point within another two minutes. Luckily it wouldn't take two minutes to reach the TARDIS. Until it would. They reached an intersection that had been sealed off by quantum locked doors, restricting their movement. They had to work around this and continued at an amazing pace. Other obstacles didn't hinder them too greatly, as they knew what was at stake. The TARDIS was their final hope. As they ventured through the maze, they noticed the corridors were beginning to sport a decore consisting of ice and snow. Stalactites had already formed. The tannoy announced the shields would break within another minute, and with this, Nyssa and Amanda heard the relentless marching off metal. The Robots had reactivated after the short EMP blast, and despite their pace, the Robots soon caught up. Scott dared to look back and saw a cluster of evil machines - eyes glowing a sinister blue - gaining on them, and decided not to look back again. The shields wouldn't last much longer and the cold was beginning to irritate Amanda. She began to slow down, her muscles weakening due to the cold. But Scott and Nyssa motivated her. Along with the Robot army not far behind them. Amanda didn't particularly enjoy the thought of being strangled to death by a mindless machine. Turning through a series of corridors, the TARDIS finally came into view, and the Doctor managed a short burst of extra energy and reached his home seconds before the rest of them, he opened the box, and entered, leaving the door open for the others to come through as quickly as possible. Nyssa was second through the doors which lead to a strange new dimension, followed by Amanda.

Scott was dragging behind and the sound of thudding metal boots against the ground was off-putting, along with the biting cold. He felt as though he'd collapse any second, clearly displaying every sign of hypothermia. His face was colourless. The Doctor's coat no longer had any effect. He tried to make it through the doors at the last second. An arm grabbed him and pulled him backwards with immense force. He screamed in terror, and hearing this, Amanda came rushing out of the door, and managed to grab hold of his arm. “Hold on!” she demanded, not wanting to lose her captain. A few hours ago, Amanda could've sworn she hated this man. He didn't care about anyone but himself, but during this event meeting with the Doctor, he'd changed. She'd changed as well, and learnt the terrible truths of their society. Scott couldn't hold on much longer, but he managed to slip off the Doctor's coat, and escape the iron grasp. Amanda and Scott fell back into the TARDIS, through the doors and slammed with a thud onto the ground. The doors slammed shut after the flick of a switch and the Doctor began dancing around the console. “Where's my jacket?” he asked, the first thing he noticed when he looked up from one of the control panels. It appeared he was being deadly serious. “Well… you're not going to like this. The Robots have it!” Scott replied, beginning to warm up. Colour had been restored to his previously lifeless face. “Shame, I rather liked that jacket.” Nyssa couldn't tell whether he was joking around. “I'll just have to get another from the wardrobe!” he said, and this is the moment Nyssa realised he meant it as a joke. “So, what next?” Nyssa asked.

“I overheard Alex being sent coordinates. Before you ask, no I didn't overhear the exact coordinate numbers, however, I assume he didn't leave too long ago, so the TARDIS should be able to follow his slipstream and give us a rough location.” The Doctor said, sounding clever. He pulled a series of levers and pressed in a couple of numbers on a device that resembled a typewriter, and suddenly they're off. The time rotor begins moving in a rhythm. Ascending and descending and creating a wheezing sound like nails on a chalkboard.

The TARDIS arrived in the centre of a street packed with customers. The racket was immense, as Humans, Draconians, Multiforms and other native species were roaming about the sort-of-alien-shopping market. This market was the size of a city, with stalls ranging from scrap metal stands, to fruits and vegetables from specific planets and minerals from distant moons. The Doctor and Nyssa could see this through the scanner; Scott had decided to warm up and rest in the Zero room, while Amanda had opted to head for a science lab to test out the concoction. “What is this place and what does it have to do with Alex?” Nyssa asked. “I haven't the faintest idea. Yet. That's what I'll have to explore. While I'm out there, you join Amanda and help her synthesise an antidote for the virus.” he said, noticing how quickly the virus had spread through her body. Green vines-like tendrils had now vaguely reached her face, although they hadn't fully manifested yet, they were just outlines of what would soon come to fruition. “Right,” Nyssa agreed, as the Doctor slipped into another variation of the same cricket jacket, “Oh-- and Doctor?” she added before The Doctor headed out of the door. “--be careful!” she said, and he sighed, “I'll certainly try!” he said, with his usual charisma.

Alex was making progress, beginning to speed up. He knew that Amanda and Scott had been thrown out of an airlock, he also knew that the Doctor and his companion would also be dead. He'd sent Robots after Nyssa and the Doctor had escaped, but by this time the shields would be fully destroyed, therefore the Doctor would've frozen to death. However, he continued to increase his pace every so often just to get this whole process over and done with. He wanted his new life. A life of luxury. He wanted to leave his old self as quickly as possible, and claim his rewards for succeeding with his mission.

When Nyssa walked into the TARDIS’ science lab, she saw Amanda working hard for a cure, and went over to try and assist the process. However, upon reaching the desk in which Amanda was carrying out the experiment, Nyssa collapsed. Amanda rushed over to her but Nyssa told her to back off. Amanda now realised how badly the infection was beginning to spread. “Nyssa!” she gasped; a single tendril had reached her forehead. It must now be affecting her brain; now knowing how seriously things had escalated, Amanda got on with the experiment, working at twice the speed that was humanly possible. While Nyssa was slowly but surely dying in pain.

The Doctor was among the crowd. It was like being trapped; it was difficult just to move forward by the smallest distance. It was like the crowd had amassed in this location to deliberately hinder the time lord. He was looking around, trying to figure out where Alex could've possibly gone. When the crowd finally moved forward slightly, the Doctor rushed through and arrived at a stall. The shopkeeper, a Krillitane, began trying to sell his products. “Aye, so you're interested in buying a hyperdrive? Maybe a quantum dimension canon? No, perhaps I can interest you in the latest model of the --” But the Doctor interrupted, “I’m really not interested in buying anything at this moment! I’m looking for a man, in a bulky Space Corp space suit,” he began, “Have you seen him?” The Doctor asked and the Krillitane thought for a second. “Well, there was a strange bloke who teleported right where you’re standing a couple minutes ago! He was wearing a spacesuit!” the shopkeeper began. “Have you any idea where he went?” the Doctor asked, and the Krillitane pointed into the distance, towards a towering mountain. It’s silhouette was menacing and its size equal to four times the size of Earth’s Mount Everest. “Many have ventured up there. No-one has ever returned….”

Alex was following the coordinates so accurately it was almost inhuman. He had only a few more steps to go, and he was in the thick of it. A storm was raging, and Alex had to grip to the sides of the mountain to stay alive. The path was unstable, and if he let go of this support, he’d fall to his death. He finally made it to somewhat flat ground, after taking a couple of steps, and activated the device on his wrist; “I’m here. The exact location!” he shouted into it, the violent rain - that seemed to only be present on the mountain - as loud as it could possibly get. All he could hear was the falling relentless rain, so his voice was being drowned out, hence the reason for shouting. “Good,” the voice said, the connection patchy. It was glitching and the connection was breaking but Alex could make out what the man was saying; “Press the button to your left!” the voice instructed, and Alex turned to look for a button, failing to find it; “Where is it?” he asked! “WHAT BUTTON?” But he soon found it without the voice needing to state the position of the hidden mechanism. Upon pressing the button - which had the appearance of weathered rock, meaning it was perfectly camouflage with the mountain itself - a whole section of the mountain shifted to one side, revealing a passage. Alex entered, and found himself on a gantry. He was overlooking a whole system. He’d seen this type of system before, they’d used it on a planet called New Earth, centuries ago, in one of the many hospitals run by the Catkind. Presented before him, reaching from the highest peak of the mountain and stretching down to the core of the earth, was millions, maybe even billions of stasis chambers. Each of these were big enough to fit an upright humanoid. It was a tomb. He tried to turn back but the mountain entrance was guarded by two service robots, identical in design to the ones present on their falsified expeditions, were marching towards him. “NOOOO!” he began screaming as they restrained him.

The Doctor came running through the mountain entrance, drenched due to the heavy rainfall. “Alex!” he exclaimed, shocked at what was happening! “DOCTOR! HELP!!” he shouted, taking out his anger! The Doctor was confused; “It’s a tomb. The resting place of every guard that took part in this programme. Why else do you think they granted you your wish? They knew you were going to die anyway!” The Doctor realised. He ran over to the robots, to try and free Alex, but a robotic fist met his face, and the time lord was knocked to the metal ground.

The alien virus found on the planet with no name was beginning to affect Nyssa more as time went on, obviously, but Amanda was conscious of the little time she had left. Close to the end of the experiment, Amanda wasn’t going to break concentration even for a second.

Nyssa’s head was aching, and thoughts began to invade her mind. The same had happened to Peter’s back on the ship, which was now being torn apart by the violent storm that had brewed outside and exposed to below freezing temperatures. The parasite was slowly taking over, and she didn’t have long under her entire mind would succumb to the effects of the virus. Nyssa - now almost fully consumed by the creature - began to rise, but Amanda didn’t hear this, occupied with finding the cure. The left side of Nyssa’s face was completely covered in an alien plant-like substance. The host reached out her hands and limbed towards her target, who was unaware of her fate. That was until Nyssa shouted; “LOOK OUT!” and Amanda turned around at the last second, facing her enemy. Part of Nyssa was still active, so she still had time to perfect a cure, but the parasite had mostly gained control. Amanda couldn’t do anything. If she moved out of the way, Nyssa could potentially damage the experiment, so she guarded it with her life. “Nyssa, I know you can hear me! NYSSA!” she cried out, as the creature lunged for her neck, and held her in the air. Amanda was being choked to death, and within seconds her windpipe would be crushed.

There was a loud THUD as Nyssa was tackled to the ground. Scott had come to save her life at precisely the right time, and Amanda was given enough time to finish the experiment. She got to her feet and began to test the solution! “Have you got enough time?” Scott asked, standing up and brushing off any debris. Nyssa was unconscious, obviously the force of falling to the hard ground had damaged the parasite's hold on her brain. For now. Amanda looked over to him; “I think I’ve done it! This should do the trick!” She said, and watched through a highly advanced microscope as the solution killed off the parasitic cells. “Oh and thank you,” she said, as she drew up the solution into a syringe and administered the cure to Nyssa. “No. Thank you! If you hadn't stopped me back in the engine room, we’d all be dead right now!” he said, repaying the thanks.

The Doctor got up off the ground, seconds after his face had been knocked by the immense force of a robotic fist. It took a while to regather where he was, but was soon revitalised, and followed the sound of a shouting man as he was being dragged to his death. The Doctor looked over the rails and saw that a few levels down, Alex was being dragged to his allocated cell. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t get to the cell and save him in time. Alex was a dead man walking. Turning around, solemnly, he thought of all the other people that had suffered at the hands of these guards. He looked to the ground and saw a device, small enough to fit around his wrist - the very device Alex had used to communicate with an unknown benefactor. He activated it, and began speaking; “Who do I have the unfortunate pleasure of addressing?” he said. “And who is this?” the voice replied. “I’m the Doctor, one of the four that managed to survive Alex’s attempts at sabatauge and murder. Now, can you answer my question?” he asked, and the voice said - through terrible connection - “My identity is not important, however - I’ve heard so much about you Doctor,” he replied, clearly knowing he must avoid any question that’d reveal his identity. “I’d hope not.” the Doctor retorted, hoping this man didn’t know about the TARDIS. “Not too much, I was told you weren’t that much of a threat, although clearly you are. The expedition you survived has been the only one of it’s kind. On every other mission, there have been no survivors.” the man said, proud of this achievement. “Not even the ones who see through you’re morbid schemes!” The Doctor said; “Not even they see the light of day, you just stick them in stasis - left there to rot for eternity.” The Doctor added, not defending them, just stating the fact. “Why should they live on, they’re murderers!”

“Carrying out your orders!” The Doctor protested; “So what does that make you?”

“I don’t see what your rage can hope to accomplish, Doctor. Because you can’t stop this. It’s a factor of our lives now. Without this, the human race would come to an end!” the voice defended.

“The human race may as well end if this is what it comes to! I’m a man of my word, so believe me when I say this regime is ending today!” The Doctor said.

“Oh, is it now? Or is it your life that is ending instead?” the voice said, and the robots began to activate, as if this phrase had been another way of saying ‘kill the Doctor’. As the Doctor ended the call, he could hear the marching of relentless metal boots. The robots were obeying the orders, and he didn’t have long. A solo robot had reached him already, but a fatal blow to the neck shut down the robot. The Doctor was surprised at how obvious their weakness was; although he assumed it was only because this robot was rusted and slow. The Doctor looked around and headed over to a computer screen in the wall. Once there, he saw a slot in which a data-chip could be inserted, and looked back over to the robot.

Taking a faulty data-chip out of the robot, he dashed over to the control panel in the wall. He used his expert skills to hack into the entire database, and using a harddrive he’d taken from the service robot, downloaded all of the data. The structure of this contraption, the nature of the expeditions, all of it. When the download had completed, the Doctor looked all around him, the robots were closing in on him and he hadn’t much time left.

He suddenly noticed the computer screen was displaying a self destruction warning. The voice the Doctor has just spoken with could've done this remotely, as a backup precaution. However, the Doctor already had all the information that he needed.

The only way was out, luckily; he ran to the exit, now on the face of the mountain and exposed to the elements. The robots continued to follow him, until the Doctor smashed the button on the mountain, hurtling a rock at it; shorcircuting the mechanism. He continued to run, knowing the effects would be catastrophic and only got so far before the mountain began to explode. Huge parts of rock exploded outwards and the force caused multiple landslides, that luckily didn't cause any casualties. Despite such an immense mountain with an equally immense contraption hidden within, the outward explosion didn't cause too much havoc; another mechanism had activated due to the self destruction of the Tomb. An implosion, which incinerated all of the contents of the mountain. The force propelled the Doctor forward and he came crashing to the ground with a large amount of debris.

Standing up and looking behind him after recovering, in the distance, the Doctor saw the mountain had ceased to exist. Obviously it had been a way of hiding the fact it ever existed. But the truth was contained on the data-chip. The Doctor continued to walk briskly down the way he came, headed for the TARDIS and hoping Nyssa had been cured.

...

The effects of the parasite had died down, and it all seemed like a dream. Nyssa knew she was waking up, and it also occurred to her that she’d been cured. She was still alive! Her eyes opened, but she wasn’t completely awake, and the colours of the TARDIS console room melted into one. All she could hear was muffled sounds. Nyssa was sitting down when she woke, and the Doctor, Amanda and Scott were standing over her. Her eyes had finally adjusted, and now she could hear again. “Doctor, she’s awake!” Amanda announced, and the Doctor stepped back from piloting the console to stand over his companion. “How do you feel?” he asked, and Nyssa looked up at him. She could see in his eyes that he was relieved she was alive. “Why? I - I feel fine!” she asked, standing up. “What happened?” The Doctor stepped back; “I’ll let Scott do the talking!” he insisted and Scott took over. “You’d almost been fully consumed by the virus, but Amanda found the cure, and administered it to you while you were unconscious,” he explained, skipping over the detail that he’d violently tackled her to the ground.

“What about Alex?” she asked, looking over to the Doctor.

“Dead.” he said as concisely as he could.

“What?” Amanda was shocked, she hadn’t been told before now. “How did he die?”

“Stasis! Technically he was frozen in time, but upon my arrival, the place went up. You see, not even the guards get off free. They carry out the orders of the government and in return get to essentially live forever.” he said. “Where do we go from here? And can we prove this all?” Amanda asked, and the Doctor tossed her the data-chip containing all of the information. “What’s that?” Scott asked, confused as to why they’d been given a data-chip. “That is the key to your future. It contains every schematic and every plot formulated by Humanity Intergalactic. Spread that around the galaxy and it’ll start an uprising. Overthrow them, and well, win.” he said, optimistically. They’d be able to stop the horrible injustices put in place by Humanity Intergalactic, and start on a blank slate. “Thank you!” she said, “But where are we going to start?” she asked and the Doctor pointed to the doors, which he’d opened simultaneously with the flick of a switch. “Outside of those doors, a blank slate awaits you! In other words, parliament. Oh, I told the other party, what’s it called --” he began, before Amanda helped to finish the sentence; “-- The Humanity Party --” she replied, “That’s the one - very similar names though aren’t they- anyway, yes, I contacted them, and informed them of your arrival. So, that’s your proof. Go and change the galaxy.” he said, and with that Amanda and Scott were off. They thanked him one last time for everything he’d done, and said their goodbyes to Nyssa. The doors closed, and already the Doctor was at the controls. “So, where were we?” The Doctor asked, as he piloted the TARDIS once more. Nyssa was walking around the console, while remembering where they’d left off before answering the distress call. “You were going to take me to a relaxing holiday destination orbiting a black hole - , if I remember correctly.” Nyssa replied, “However, I think we have another place to be…” Nyssa hinted. The Doctor caught on quickly..“Yes, I think it’s been far too long,” he said, plotting new coordinates. “Next stop, Heathrow!”

END.