Doctor Who The Space Museum Glyn Jones

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.‘What is that, my child?’ The Doctor peered benignly at her, smiling encouragement.Ian snorted, but not too loud, just enough to show he didn’t approve of favouritism.‘We’ve got our clothes on,’ Vicki said.‘Well, I should hope so, I should hope so indeed!’ The Doctor sounded quite shocked.‘No,’ Vicki persisted, ‘I mean, our ordinary, everyday clothes.’ She looked from one to the other.No-one seemed to understand what she was getting at.‘Barbara, what was the last thing we were wearing?’ she asked.‘We were at the Crusades,’ Ian said.‘Are we never going to get away from deserts?’‘Exactly,’ Vicki replied.‘So why aren’t we still in our crusading clothes?’‘Because we’re not crusading anymore,’ Ian laughed.‘I don’t think it’s funny,’ Vicki said, ‘I’m being perfectly serious.How did we get from our crusading clothes into these, and where are those clothes now?’‘Probably hanging up where they should be,’ the Doctor suggested, ‘And if it concerns you that much, I suggest you go and take a look.’‘Very well, I will,’ Vicki pouted and turned to go.‘Oh, and on your way back,’ the Doctor continued, ‘you might fetch me a glass of water.I’m quite parched.’ ‘It’s all these deserts,’ Ian said.‘I don’t know,’ the Doctor muttered, ‘all this fussing just because our clothes change.It’s time and relativity, my boy, time and relativity, that’s all.That’s where the answer lies.’‘I dare say,’ Ian replied, ‘but we’d be much happier if you explained it.’‘Yes, well.er.yes.’ The Doctor didn’t quite know how time and relativity should affect their apparel or, to be more exact, their change of apparel, but felt somehow he should.However, he wasn’t going to admit it so turned back to the control panel and flicked a few switches at random, hoping something interesting would come up on the screen to divert attention from his lack of perception.But it was Vicki’s voice that created the diversion as she called from the sleeping cabin.‘Our crusading clothes are here, Doctor!’‘Hmm? Oh, good, good.’ Feeling somehow vindicated he looked up at Ian and Barbara and smiled.‘You see?’ The two exchanged a wry look.Feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland, Vicki stood staring at the neatly hung clothes.It was all most peculiar.What was the last thing she remembered? ‘I blacked out,’ she murmured.‘How could I change my clothes if I blacked out? And the others didn’t seem to know anything so presumably they must have blacked out too.’Shaking her head, she moved away, though the puzzle stayed with her.She filled a glass with water and turned to go.The hanging clothes caught her eye and, still distracted, she let the glass slip from her fingers.It seemed an eternity before it hit the floor and shattered.She watched it happen almost as if it were in slow motion.Then, before she could do anything, a reversal took place.The fragments of glass came together again and seemingly leapt into her open hand, an intact and full glass of water.Vicki was too amazed to do anything other than stand and gape.And she was not the only one.In the console three pairs of eyes were staring at the space-time clock.It was Barbara who had seen it first and her gasp of astonishment had immediately caught the attention of the others.The clock read ‘AD 0000.’‘What on earth does it mean?’ Ian whispered when he had more or less rediscovered his voice.‘I mean, if we were on Earth, what on earth would it mean?’‘Perhaps it’s broken down,’ Barbara ventured hopefully.‘I certainly hope so,’ was the rejoinder.‘It’s like being suspended in time, in limbo, and that doesn’t appeal to me one little bit.’Vicki, carefully nursing her glass of water, entered the console room to be brought up short by the expression of Ian’s sentiments and she too joined in the contemplation of the clock.‘Perhaps it has something to do with our blacking-out,’ she said finally.Ian turned to the Doctor.‘What do you make of it?’ he asked.The Doctor shrugged, meaning he didn’t make much of it at all.‘Well.’ He tapped the side of his nose and pursed his lips, then went on ‘.it could be any one of a dozen things.’Barbara and Ian exchanged glances.‘There’s no such year of course,’ the Doctor went on.‘You’ve probably worked that out for yourselves already.I’ve only ever had trouble with that clock once before.’ He wagged an admonishing finger at the offending instrument.‘That was when Augustus Caesar created his own calendar and left a day out of the one I’d been working on.Very inconsiderate.Amateurs should not tamper with things they know nothing about.’‘I wouldn’t have thought just one day would make all that much difference,’ Barbara said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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