It’s day two of my Doctor Who Literary Week and science fiction author m a miller guest blogs with a short story inspired by the Doctor Who series.
If you’re Doctor Who’s companion, your memories may not be all that pleasant …
Memories of Doctor Who
by m a miller
The corridor’s ceiling had evenly spaced light fittings down the middle. Each created a puddle of brightness on the shiny tiled floor, in stark contrast to the shadows looming on the walls behind. As I walked its length, I tried, in vain, to keep my footsteps soft, quiet. But time was running out. I’d been trapped in the building for what seemed like hours. I needed to move fast, to get away.
Earlier, I’d found the Tardis quite by accident. Thinking I’d finally found an exit, I rounded a corner, and there it was in all its police box blue glory. There was no sign of life but I banged on the door anyway, hoping the Doctor was in. Nothing. I knew why he was here – to protect us from Them. I wondered where he was.
Did he need my help? Should I wait? No, I couldn’t stand still – I’d be a target if They came. So I kept moving.
It was 1982, that much I knew for sure, but which Doctor was with the Tardis? Had he changed again, regenerated into a person I would not recognise? Would he remember me as I remembered him – a hero who kept saving my world? A hero with a soft spot for the human race?
I moved through room after room, hoping I was headed the right way, wishing for someone to guide me, but They had been before me. Now all the humans I encountered were frozen in time. Some looked shocked, others afraid but all had the same stillness I’d come to expect.
I needed to get out. I wanted to run but every time I panicked I blundered in the wrong direction. Or worse, I found myself back where I’d first encountered Them. Round and round, it was taking far too long.
Finally I saw it. A door that would take me out and to freedom. But I was torn, would the Doctor be okay? Should I stay and help him? Could I help him?
Then I saw them. At first I thought it was just one. Then I realised there were three. Three! I didn’t stand a chance. Three Daleks ready to exterminate and they were between me and the way out.
It took me a moment to realise that they weren’t moving. There was no sign of life. Had they been frozen as well? I moved forward, carefully, placing each foot down slowly, quietly. Reaching out I touched the metal shell and held my breath as I waited for the dreaded word – exterminate. Nothing. I rapped my knuckles along its side. No reaction. Then I looked it straight in its eye piece. It was as frozen as every other living creature around me.
I slipped round it, made sure the other two were just as still and headed for the door.
As I swung it open, what faced me filled me with such horror that I stopped dead in my tracks. For there was Doctor Who. He appeared to have been walking up the stairs but now he stood frozen. They had got him too!
I stumbled back into the room. The Daleks appeared closer than I remembered. I tried to get past but I was clumsy, I knocked into one and then tripped. As I fell I saw a shadow behind me. It was too late, They were about to get me…
“Are you right there, miss?”
A hand grabbed my arm and I was hauled upright.
“We’re about to close.” The guard pointed to the large sign across the room. “The exit is this way.”
When I reached the door I turned and looked back. Madame Tussauds’ Doctor Who Exhibition was full of all the scary enemies that I’d come to love and loath. It had been a great day, trapped inside. I smiled as I exited.
You’re invited …
alto books proudly invites you and friends
to the launch of Martha-Ann Miller’s new fantasy novel
Mis’ka: The rite of ascension
Tjanabi Resturant, Shop 3a, The Atrium, Federation Square in Melbourne
from 6.30 pm, Tuesday 15 June 2010
Finger food provided, full bar service available
No RSVP required
Click here to visit m a miller’s website to find out more about Mis’ka: The rite of ascension.