Exterior Day — Big Ben and the Palace of Westminster on a bright Autumn day
The camera pans around 270 degrees taking in the river and skyline, settling on the London Eye slowly rotating in the sunshine.
Interior Day — Capsule on the London Eye.
The 5th Doctor and a young woman, Jeannie, dressed in 1940’s attire look out over the Thames. Jeannie sits in a snazzy electric wheelchair, neon glowing around the wheel hubs.
5th Doctor: Magnificent isn’t it?
Incredible, and this as all been constructed less than 50 years after the blitz?
Well then and thereabouts. London's gone through several waves of redevelopment since the war ended — but this great wheel and that strange building over there, the Gherkin, are some of the latest skyline additions.
Exterior Day. Cut to Doctor and Jeannie strolling along the Thames, Westminster Bridge and the ‘Eye’ in their background.
The Doctor walks with a characteristic smile on his face and hands jammed into the pockets of his striped trousers. Jeannie easily matches his jaunty stride — her chair has chunky all terrain looking tyres.
D’you know — I’m surprised to see Mr Brown in power at the moment.
Gordon Brown, the chap back there in Westminster running the country.
I thought Britain was supposed to be in the middle of a golden age by now, it’s meant to be well into the first administration of Harriet Jones, but there’s no mention of her in any of the media.
Sorry, no idea who she is either. Media - as in solarcasts and bodymail?
Well a little more primitive than that, (and believe me some of the tabloid press in this day and age are very primitive), but yes that sort of thing.
I can’t believe how much news is published in this future, and how much people like to soak up the least relevant bits — wars and disease don’t seem to be as important as pretty film stars behaving badly.
Well times change Jeannie but generally you’re right, there is an obsession at the moment with ‘celebrity’ lifestyle.
(He comes to a halt, quizzical look upon his face)
Talking of inappropriate behaviour…..
We pan over to what the Doctor is staring at. Nestled between some leafy trees stands the Tardis.
How did the Tardis get here Doctor?
Hmm, just what I was wondering. I know the drift compensator’s been drifting a bit too widely lately, but the Tardis was stationary, engines not even engaged.
They approach the doors and the Doctor takes out a hexagonal shaped key.
Odd. It’s changed the outer door lock design.
Still, it should recognise us.
The Doctor pushes on the doors and they both open up. He gestures to Jeannie.
After you my dear.
Interior Day. Cut to Tardis interior.
Jeannie’s chair buzzes through the doors and up the interior ramp. The Doctor follows then comes to an immediate halt.
My word, it’s much bigger on the inside.
That's my line Doctor! I know what you mean though, that vaulted ceiling is huge, incredible — and the colour, such a beautiful green. It beats your pale granite décor.
Hmmm? Yes, it’s wonderful…
(feeling the structure of one of the grand arches)
Extrapolated from the DNA of coral if I’m not mistaken…
10th Doctor: No, you’re spot on Doctor - Bandis Veritereum off the Filipino coast - emergency repairs about 5 years ago. Hello Doctor, welcome aboard. Would it be too much to ask what you’re doing here?
Jeannie: (looking from one to the other)
Doctor, who is this man, and what’s he doing in your Tardis?
5th Doctor: (Getting his stunned expression back into check)
Ah — this is Jeannie.
10th Doctor: (Grins and leans over the console to shake her hand)
Jeannie, this is The Doctor, Me - well, will be me in ….?
As usual Doctor you’re losing me — how can this man be you?
This is me from the future. Look, to coin a phrase “I’ll explain later” but basically this is me with a new body and all my old memories.
Yeah, but this can’t be right. You’re too old — what age are you now?
Excuse me, too old? I’m 2012 which means you must be considerably older.
Well no I’m not, I’m nowhere near that age, look at these snow white teeth. But you — you’re all wrong.
In what way wrong?
You’re fatter, middle aged.
Tell it like it is Doctor, (clearly not one of my more diplomatic incarnations). Of course I’m middle aged, I’ve had this body for over a thousand years as you must surely know?
No — no you didn’t, that’s the point. When you died that body was still young.
A time discrepancy? What where the circumstances of my ‘death’ exactly.
10th Doctor (considers, then) :
Androzani Minor. You and Peri - both afflicted with Glandinisi poisoning — you managed to collect some anti venom but as there was only enough for one antidote .…
…I gave Peri the cure and regenerated to save myself, ever the noble gesture Doctor.
Just one problem with that history Doctor, I’ve never visited Androzani with Peri, major or minor, and she’s never been poisoned with Glandinisi. She’s married and settled in 30th century Sri Lanka now. Which means….
Which means we’re from alternate history branches, or even separate Universes. But if that’s the case we shouldn’t just stumble into each other like this…
Not unless there’s an overlap somewhere, a causal rip at a weak point — in which case this could be just the start of a multiple collision of realities.
So you know what that means don’t you?
Jeannie: (to 5th Doctor)
No, what does that mean Doctor?
It means things are much worse than I first thought.
It means we’re going to have to go…..
5th and 10th Doctors:
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