=Rise of the Cybermen: Part One=
"The prototype has passed every test, sir. It's working," a man, Kendrick said. "I hardly think working is the correct word," another man, Lumic, said, as he moved his electric wheelchair forwards, "That would reply only to machines." "I'm sorry. I should say, it's alive," Kendrick corrected himself. "Can it hear me?" Lumic asked. "It might still be in shock. Bear in mind the brain has been welded to the exoskeleton," Kendrick replied. "Skin of metal and a body that will never age or die. I envy it. Do you know me? Answer. Do you know me?" Lumic said. "You are John Lumic," a metal man answered. "My child. Mark this day, Doctor Kendrick. We are blessed," Lumic said. "Well, it's not quite over yet, sir. We need Geneva's approval. Technically, this is a new form of life, and that contravenes the bio-convention. They need to ratify this," Kendrick told Lumic. "And they will refuse me," Lumic warned him. "Nonetheless, we need to tell them," Kendrick insisted. "And if I don't?" Lumic challenged. "Well then, I'm sorry, sir, but it's my duty. I shall have to inform them," Kendrick answered. "And how will you do that from beyond the grave?" Lumic asked. "I don't quite understand," Kendrick replied. "Kill him," Lumic demanded, and a Cyberman puts its metal hand on Kendrick's body and sends electricity through him. Lumic turns away, smiling, and uses his wheelchair intercom, "Captain?" "Yes, sir," the captain answered. "Inform all the staff. We have a new destination. Set sail for Great Britain!" Lumic said.
"And that weird munchkin lady with the big eyes? Do you remember? The way she looked at you! And then she opens her mouth and fire comes out!" the Doctor laughed. "I thought I was going to get frazzled!" Rose Tyler agreed. "Yeah. Where was that, then? What happened?" Mickey Smith asked. "Oh, it was on this, er, this, er, planet thing. Asteroid. It's a long story, you had to be there," the Doctor said, when he noticed Mickey holding something down, "Er, what're you doing that for?" "Because you told me to," Mickey answered. "When was that?" the Doctor asked. "About half an hour ago," Mickey replied. "Er, you can let go, now," the Doctor told him. "Well, how long's it been since I could've stopped?" Mickey asked. "Ten minutes? Twenty? Twenty-nine?" the Doctor suggested. "You just forgot me!" Mickey glared. "No, no, no. I was just... I was... I was calibrating, I was just. No, I know exactly what I'm doing," the Doctor tried to cover up. At that moment, they hear something blow up. "What's happened?" Rose asked. "The Time Vortex is gone. That's impossible. It's just gone. Brave yourself! We're going to crash!" the Doctor said, as they come to a sudden stop. "Everyone alright? Rose? Mickey?" the Doctor asked. "I'm fine. I'm okay. Sorry. Yeah," Mickey said. "She's dead. The TARDIS is dead," the Doctor realized. "You can fix it?" Rose asked. "There's nothing to fix. She's perished. The last TARDIS in the universe. Extinct," the Doctor explained. "We can get help, yeah?" Rose asked. "Where from?" the Doctor asked. "Well, we've landed. We've got to be somewhere," Rose said. "We fell out of the Vortex, through the Void, into nothingness. We're in some sort of no-place. The silent realm. The lost dimension," the Doctor explained. "Otherwise known as London," he said, as he opened the TARDIS door. He then sees a woman who smiles at him, "Hello, Mickey Smith."
Mickey stared at her in confusion. "How do you know who I am?" he asked. The woman frowned, "...I have no clue." The Doctor and Rose stepped out, and the Doctor's mouth dropped open. "Inventor?" he asked. The woman, the Inventor, ran over to the Doctor and hugged him, "Doctor!" The Doctor hugged back, just as excited. "...Who's this?" Rose asked, a bit awkwardly. The Doctor pulled away from the hug with a wide grin on his face, "This is the Inventor. Oh, I thought you died..." the Doctor trailed off. The Inventor mock glared, "Nice to know you have faith in me. I thought you died as well! I thought I'd never see you again!" "Another one?" Mickey whispered to Rose, who merely shrugged. "How'd you get... You know, here?" the Doctor asked. The Inventor suddenly frowned again. "I'm not sure... I just... Ended up here," she answered. A newspaper then catches Mickey's eye, "London. England. Earth. Hold on... First of February this year. Not exactly far flung, is it?" "So, this is London," the Inventor noted. "Yep," Mickey agreed. "Your city," the Doctor added. "That's the one," Mickey answered. "Just as we left it," the Doctor continued. "Bang on," Mickey replied. "And that includes the zeppelins?" the Inventor asked. She hadn't been on real Earth, no, but she had gotten the idea from the Doctor's thoughts. "What the hell?" Mickey asked, as massive zeppelins pass overhead. "That's beautiful," Rose commented. "Okay, so it's London with a big international zeppelin festival," Mickey summed up. "This is not your world," the Doctor told them. "But if the date's the same, it's parallel, right? Am I right? Like a parallel Earth where they've got zeppelins. Am I right? I'm right, aren't I?" Mickey realized. "Must be," the Inventor agreed. "So, a parallel world, where..." Rose started. "Oh, come on. You've seen it in films. Like an alternative to our world where everything's the same but a little bit different. Like, I don't know, traffic lights are blue, Tony Blair never got elected," Mickey rambled. "And he's still alive," Rose said, looking at a poster, advertising Vitex Lite, "A parallel world and my dad's still alive." "Don't look at it, Rose. Don't even think about it. This is not your world," the Doctor warned her. "But he's my dad, and..." Rose trailed off, touching the ad, for it to move. "Trust me on this," the advertisement said. "Well, that's weird. But he's real. He's a success. He was always planning these daft little schemes. Health food, drinks and stuff. Everyone said they were useless. But he did it," Rose explained. "Rose, if you've ever trusted me, then listen to me now. Stop looking at it. Your father's dead. He died when you were six months old. This is not your Pete. That is a Pete. For all we know, he's got his own Jackie, his own Rose, his own daughter who is someone else, but not you. You can't see him. Not ever," the Doctor said.
