This story takes part during the episode Smith and Jones. Filling in the bits you don’t see and what might have happened afterwards.
We all work together
“Right,” said the patient in room 102.
His name was Mike, well that’s what it said on his medical records. He knew that wasn’t correct, but no matter how many times he told them they never believed him. ‘Pass him on to psychiatric’ was all they’d said at his protestations. But now was his time to shine. The aliens were here.
“Right, if everyone here can run to the other side of the building -you can scream if you want – we will tip the hospital up.”
“What good will that do?” asked the other patient.
“Slow the aliens down.”
“Now. 1, 2, 3, run!”
The Doctor and Rose stepped out of the TARDIS. The only addition to his usual pinstripe suit and long brown coat in diffidence to the cold temperatures was a hat and long scarf he had dug out of the wardrobe. His companion on the other hand was wrapped up in several layers of clothing with a long musty fur trimmed coat, boots, hat and gloves. On the forest floor lay a thick coating of snow and the tall pines trees cast shadows around them in the twilight of the winters evening. They began to walk through the trees towards where the Doctor had indicated a city was situated. Rose shivered with cold pulling her coat tighter round her. Her breath visible in the air as she spoke.
“Do you know how far we’ve got to go?”
“Not much further,” replied the Doctor, putting a friendly arm gently round her shoulder. “That coat belonged to a Russian noblewoman you know.”
“How come you’ve got it?”
“She erm…left it to me in her will,” he winked, playfully.
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“No, your arm,” he chuckled. “We had better hurry up; it’s getting dark rather quick.”
“What’s that noise,” asked Rose, pausing a moment to listen. “It sounds like a bell.”
“It must be coming from the village. It doesn’t sound too far off.”
“Do you have a torch or something, before I go and fall flat on my face?”
“Yep,” he switched, a small blue torch on, its slim beam of light barely illuminating he snowy path ahead.
Suddenly the Doctor came to a halt.
“Shush,” he held his finger in the air, standing still like a statue.
In the distance Rose heard the howl of a wolf. Soon more joined in till the howling seemed to echo from all around them, growing to an almost unbearable pitch.
“We’d better hurry,” said the Doctor his voice suddenly serious.
It wasn’t her fault. That’s what Rose kept telling herself, but she knew she was wrong. She should have listened to what the Doctor told her. She should have done what he asked without trying to be clever and do it her own way. Now he was gone and she was alone. She was going to die along with the rest of the solar system in a ball of fire. Not a pleasant death but at least it would be quick.
A chance meeting leads the Doctor into a world of secrets, and lies. Will he survive a stay at the Asylum?
The boat rowed up to the bank its cloaked occupants shrouded in the dark. The water lapped against the creaking wood. One leapt out and tied up the boat as the other led the mysterious figure that accompanied them through the gates into the courtyard of the house. The three of them moved quickly as if afraid of being spotted. The only person other than the owner of the house that saw this strange sight was the young maiden who watched from the window of a vacant chamber, peering round the heavy velvet curtains.
The Doctor strolled out of the TARDIS into a busy market, hands in pockets and bounce in his step. A wide brimmed sunhat and glasses ornamented his visage.
“Well this isn’t a dig in Cairo,” he commented to himself, removing his glasses and glancing around. “Looks like Earth though.”
As he walked along the street he got a few odd looks from passers by. He stopped at the various stalls examining the produce and surreptitiously pocketing one of the apples. The Doctor noticed a young woman flitting about the market she stood out from the crowd in her red dress, honey gold hair tied in a loose bun and long black cloak. She sidled up next to him at the stall.
“You should put that back or pay for it,” she said out of the side of her mouth. “The constable over there saw you.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied with a grin.
“Well if you want to lose your liberty, then so be it.”