We see the Doctor and Sarah in their cell again. They sit around hoping that they can plan an escape route.
Sarah:
I've never felt ever like I've been wasting my time so much. Just sat here waiting for nothing.
Doctor:
Oh yes. One thing I can't stand is having my time wasted.
Sarah:
It's not to say we've given up all hope yet, have we? Not ever.
Doctor:
I've trained you well, Sarah.
Sarah:
We could try to slip me through the waste bank.
Doctor:
These disposal units head straight into incinerators.
Sarah:
Ah. Through the food bank?
Doctor:
You'd be stuck in the system behind those things.
Sarah:
Hmph. Pretending to be sick, get one of the guards in here, knock him out, dress up, and escape?
Doctor:
They wouldn't bother in here I don't think.
Monk:
All except for one, Doctor!
It was the Meddling Monk, standing outside looking at the window talking to them through a communicator in the room beside the door. The Doctor and Sarah can respond with microphones around the ceiling.
Doctor:
You? What do you want?
Monk:
I came to see how my good fellow time travellers were getting on inside one of our best cells. I hope they haven't treated you too badly.
Sarah:
Well, could have been better. But we wouldn't recommend it for travellers on the highways to stop off for the night.
Monk:
The Oripicinni wanted you all killed if it wasn't for me who pleaded that were safe.
Doctor:
Talking of which, how are the Oripicinni doing? They enslaving and terrorising hundreds of civilisations and stealing their wealths they rightfully own? We hear there has been a bit of resistance with your highways. The older landowners of this cell was part of it it seems.
Monk:
You need not to fret over them. All is in hand. Your other friend might be free but he shan't be for long. We will find them eventually. It is all a matter of time. But speaking of which as you so sarcastically put it, I decided to visit you so I can humbly ask you one last time my fair offer. I proposed to you that we both join forces and help create a new universe. A new universe of our own making.
Doctor:
And you've come to ask to see if I've changed my mind.
Monk:
Well, putting it simply, yes.
Doctor:
The concept is tempting.
Monk:
Ah?
Doctor:
Fascinating. The ability to play God and create a whole new universe as you envision it.
Monk:
Yes?
Doctor:
A universe full of good. A universe that sees no evil. A universe that should not be tampered or fiddled about by your grubby hands.
Monk:
Doctor!
Doctor:
I would never support your disgusting scheme for any moment, Monk. Sarah and I would rather stay in here until the end of time than help the cause of you.
The Monk frowns, and gruffs his voice.
Monk:
In that case. You will stay in there forever. We could have been so much, Doctor. But I am now very sorry. Enjoy the Slopdova Pudding. It was a recipe I cooked up for the deserving criminals aboard this prison planet!
He then leaves. The Doctor frowns seriously. We then see the Monk leaving down the corridor with Oripicinni guards. The camera sees them passing a door with a thin entrance with the Monk and Oripicinni front facing us. They step through before the sliding doors close to a shut...
End.
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Doctor Who: Highway To Terror
FanficTime Carriages are strictly forbidden. They are dangerous, unstable, and cultivate in severe mishandling of time travelling. Shut down for good by the Time Lords, a planet has reopened a large network across the universe. The callous, war-like race...
