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'Is that you, Butler?' it coughed, 'Yates?' A thin smile appeared on his face and the voice faded to a whisper. 'Whitaker...we did it. The Golden Age...' The man drew in a deep breath and then no more.
Recognition dawned on the Doctor's face. 'Sir Charles Grover,' He shook his head sadly and closed the man's staring eyes. 'So this is where you ended up. I hope you like the place you've gone to better than the one you've just left.'
Leela looked, questioningly.
'I'll explain it to you sometime,' he said and stood up. 'We've got to escape.'
Leela began to ask how as the Doctor revealed the matches and went to the grille that blocked their escape. 'This thing,' he muttered striking a match, 'works on heat sensitivity. Ah!' The bars slid back into the wall.
'Where are we going?' asked Leela as they sped off in the direction the two Silurians had gone.
'Museum!' the Doctor shouted back, as loud as he dared.
The corridor led directly there. The museum was one huge room, full of exhibits and free of patrons except the two Silurians. The Doctor and Leela sat hiding behind a huge glass case. The two reptiles were examining the TARDIS. Finally they turned and started walking towards the exit.
'Nagara,' they heard the Zoologist say, 'will be envious when he sees my theory on the evolution of these creatures.' and then they were gone.
Quickly, the two companions searched the glass cases for their belongings. They found them in a glass case near the TARDIS and pride of place was the TARDIS key.
Removing his shoe, the Doctor said something like, "loosers weepers" before shattering the glass panel with his footwear. An alarm sounded and they scooped up their "equipment" ( the key, a yo-yo, Vince's knife, two dead beetles and an apple core) and ran to the TARDIS.
It was close.
No sooner had the Doctor locked the door of his ship, than half a dozen security guards and the two Silurians they'd seen earlier, rushed in.
Turning on the scanner, the Doctor just had to see the Silurians' facial expressions of astonishment before it filled with the space-time vortex.
And in the museum, the Silurian security chief was left to explain how he had lost some exciting new exhibits and some valuable zoo specimens in the same day!
written by
JAMES WATTS
copyright 2009
artwork by
JOE McINTYRE
ROWLAND DARBY
copyright 2009
  
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