Separated from Lila, Theodore struggles locating her as he's traveling through the disjointed areas of the museum. He's unable to communicate with her via telepathy, for some reason, there's a block, he can't get past it, and there's no reason to suggest it was Lila's doing.
Something's doing it and he can't break through it, that he reached out to Al, hoping the AI had better luck.
Hearing what's happening, Al tried his hand, but he couldn't break through the block, causing Theodore to question if it's the machines, which Al responded that he wasn't sure, but with it acting the way it did, it wouldn't surprise him.
"Al, there has to be something!" Theodore begged Al to find a way, but the AI said his hands were already tied, Theodore needed to find Samuels Argyle or what remained of him and get the override key.
It's hard, Al knows, but it's the only way, and they couldn't spend any more time talking about it, causing Theodore to begrudgingly agree, as he's forced to concede, with Al pointing him to the last known direction of Samuels Argyle.
While Theodore's on his way, Al's working his magic.
Going through the unusually projected hallways, the winding corridors, Theodore's scouring for any sign of Samuels Argyle.
Al couldn't tell if he was alive or not, but Theodore's prepared for the worst, and ready to "enlighten" Samuels Argyle if he didn't listen to reason when he's found.
In the back of his mind, the fears and doubts, failing to save the guests in time, Lila, it troubled him greatly, that he's struggling to keep his composure.
He ended up creating multiple rifts to close distance between him and where he thinks Samuels Argyle could've been, but every time Theodore left, he found the whole area's different than before.
Stopping for a moment, Theodore saw someone in the distance, slender, looking his way, but he couldn't discern what they looked like.
Stretching his neck out, Theodore still couldn't discern the figure ahead, but as he recoiled, he swore he saw the figure move their mouth, talking.
However, he couldn't hear the words, no matter how much he tried to listen.
When the figure finished, Theodore saw pastel walls appear in front of him, preventing him from going near the figure.
Looking around, Theodore sees the pastel walls seemingly boxed him in and forced him to go through the only path available to him.
Goose stepping, Theodore made his way through the path, behind him the path he took closed off, preventing him from turning back.
Even considering opening another rift's impossible, Theodore felt the energy around the area dissipating, the rifts he opened prior closing, to the point he can't even begin trying to scrounge for the needed energy.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...