We enter the exhibition.
Before us is an intriguing look at another time and the curator starts to tell us about the events leading up to that fateful crash in 1888.
But suddenly there is another crash! A huge crash, and it’s not in 1888 it’s right here, right now and it’s us it’s threatening…
Two soldiers burst into the exhibition, something is happening. They need more people to stop what seems to be a threat from outer space, and they need them now, they need us.
Everyone in the exhibition agrees to help and they swiftly set to work getting us into contamination suits, dividing us into 3 teams and giving us some quick basic training in the hope that knowing the hand signal for ‘get down’ will somehow help protect us from an alien invasion.
Then we’re off, onto a crashed space ship, into the unknown!
A transmission from the a person believed to be the ships doctor was received just before the crash, so we know our first mission; to find the black box and see what was happening in the moments leading up to the crash.
We succeed, but the information on the black box is not from any ordinary ships doctor, it’s from The Dr. And the message is chilling. If we are seeing this message The Doctor is dead, We must find his tardis, and we must destroy it. But worse, The space ship we are on was carrying art exhibits, statues, but some have escaped…
What happened next is bound under the official secrets act, but I can tell you those moments and the people that made them will live in my memory forever, for 1 of our number, that is the only place they now live. You may never see number sevens name on any war memorial but rest assured he deserves his place.
An adrenalin filled hour later we emerged onto the now safe streets of home, well, when I say an hour later I should probably say an hour after. Time travel is a funny thing …
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