=Rise of the Cybermen: Part Two=
"Mister Tyler. What's the matter couldn't wait until tonight?" the President asked. "Mister President, honored. I'm on the fast track program. Cybus Industries have bought up my company, so I'm part of the firm now," Pete explained. "Some people say they've bought my government," the President said. "I've never heard anybody say that. Never. You can trust me on this," Pete tried. "I tried your drink, that Vitex stuff. It tastes like pop," the President commented. "Well, it is pop," Pete replied. "You made money by selling a health food drink to a sick world. Not quite the ordinary Joe you appear to be, are you? He does like to keep us waiting. But tell me, you've had a chance to observe John Lumic more than most. What's your opinion?" the President said. "He's very sharp, I'd say. Sharp as ever. Very clever man. Brilliant, in fact," Pete complimented. "Then you don't think he's insane?" the President asked. "That's not the word I would've used, no," Pete shrugged. "I see," the President said, as he goes back into his zeppelin.
Mickey and the Inventor walk past a vacant lot. "Are we alright to get past?" Mickey asked. "Yeah, no bother, curfew doesn't start 'till ten," a soldier shrugged. "There's a curfew?" Mickey asked. "'Course there is. Where you been living, mate, up there with the toffs?" the soldier asked. "I wish," Mickey said, "See you."
"Mickey's mum just couldn't cope. His dad hung around for a while, but then he just sort of wandered off. He was brought up by his gran. She was such a great woman. God, she used to slap him! And then she died. She tripped and fell down the stairs. It's about five years ago, now, I was still in school," Rose was explaining to the Doctor. "I never knew," the Doctor said. "Well, you never asked," Rose shrugged. "You never said," the Doctor countered. "That's Mickey. I suppose I-we, take him for granted. Do you think she's still alive, his gran?" Rose continued. "Could be. Like I said, parallel world, gingerbread house. We need to get out of here as fast as we can," the Doctor replied, and they hear a beeping sound, before everyone freezes. "What're they doing?" Rose asked. "They've stopped," the Doctor said, and everyone's earpods flash, "It's the earpieces. Like Bluetooth attachments, but everyone's connected together." "It's on my phone. It's automatic, look. It's downloading. Is this what they're all getting? News, international news, sports, weather," Rose asked. "They get it direct, downloaded into their heads," the Doctor explained. "TV schedules, lottery numbers," Rose continued. "Everyone shares the same information. A daily download published by Cybus Industries," the Doctor said. Some people laugh from a joke, before continuing on. "You lot, you're obsessed. You'd do anything for the latest upgrade," the Doctor said. "Oi, not my lot. Different world, remember?" Rose defended. "It's not so far off your world, this place is only parallel. Oh, look at that, Cybus Industries, owners of just about every company in Britain, including Vitex. Mister Pete Tyler's very connected. Oh, okay, I give up. Let's go and see him."
Mickey rattles the knocker on a house and a woman calls from inside, "Who's that, there?" The door opens and the woman steps out, "Who is it? I know you're there. Shame on you, tricking an old lady. I've got nothing worth stealing. And don't think I'm going to disappear! You're not going to take me." "Hi," Mickey said. "Is that you?" the woman asked. "It's me. I came home," Mickey replied. "Rickey?" the woman asked. "It's Mickey," Mickey corrected. "I know my own grandson's name," the woman said, and the Inventor realized that she was Mickey's gran, "It's Rickey. Now, come here." Mickey hugs her, "Okay, I'm Rickey. Of course I am, Rickey, that's me." "Ow!" Mickey yelped, as his gran slapped him. "You stupid boy, where have you been?" his gran asked. "Ow! Stop hitting me!" Mickey cried. "It's been days and days! I keep hearing all these stories, people disappearing off the streets. There's nothing official on the download, but there're all these rumors, and... and whispers. I thought that God had disappeared you!" his gran continued. Mickey saw inside the house, "The carpet on the stairs, I told you to get it fixed. You're going to fall and break your neck." "Well, you get it fixed for me," his gran told him. "I should have done way back. I guess I'm just kind of useless," Mickey said. "Now, I never said that," his gran denied. "I am, though. I'm so sorry, gran, I'm so sorry," Mickey apologized. "Mickey, I may have just met you, but you are definitely not useless," the Inventor told him. "Don't talk like that, Mickey, she's right. Do you know what you need? A nice sit down and a cup of tea. You got time?" his gran agreed. "For you, I've got all the time in the world," Mickey said. "Oh, you say that, but it's all talk. It's those friends of yours, I don't trust them," his gran said. "What friends are they?" Mickey asked, truly confused. "Don't pretend you don't know. You've been seeing them, Missus Chan told me. Driving all helter skelter in that van," his gran explained. "What van's that, then?" Mickey asked. "You know full well! Don't play games with me," she warned him. A van comes down the road. "Get inside," his gran told him. A boy jumps out of the van and grabs Mickey, who grabs the Inventor, not knowing what was happening. "I've been looking for you everywhere! And who's this?" the boy said, before pushing them into the van as they drive off. "Rickey! Rickey!" Mickey's gran called.
