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Season four- Episode Eight:
Silence in the Library - Part Two.
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Everyone was tense as they listened to the noise. It echoed all around, shrill and sharp, a sudden prall of their ears, not unwelcome but certainly not appreciated. Not one person moved, each frozen in surprise while waiting in suspense.
"Sorry, that was me," Proper Dave finally announced as he lifted his head from the screen he was studying, "Trying to get through into security protocols, I seem to have set something off. What is that? Is that an alarm?"
"Lynnette, Doctor," Donna called, walking over to them, brows furrowed, "That sounds like a..."
"It is. It's a phone," The Doctor hummed, a glimmer in his eyes.
Lynnerre knew he was enjoying this, the mystery that was unfolding before them like a labyrinth was simply far too intriguing to the Doctor for him to ignore in favour of safety. She knew that once he'd gotten as many people as possibly could to somewhere safe, he was going to pick apart the darkness of the library, regardless of whether or not it tried to pick him apart in return.
The woman gently nudged her shoulder against his. He turned to look at her, a tilted expression filled with confusion. She felt her lips twitch upwards at the sight and murmured, "Go on, sate that bottomless curiosity of yours."
He grinned, plucked a kiss to her forehead and pulled her along with him.
"I'm trying to call up the data core, but it's not responding. Just that noise," Proper Dave grumbled.
"But it's a phone," Donna huffed as she followed the pair.
Lynnette shrugged, "Maybe they wanted a retro sound?"
"A retro sound?" Donna repeated.
"Let me try something," The Doctor mused, gently pushing Proper Dave out of the way as the rest of the members of their crew also came forward. Strength in numbers, after all. Everyone was crowded around the small machine as the Doctor's fingers rapidly flew across the keyboard.
A beep.
Access denied.
"OK, doesn't like that, let' try something else," Hummed the Time Lord as the screen began to flicker, "Okay, here it comes."
Finally, the screen once again flickered to life, revealing the oddest of things. A little girl, barely even eight, her hair was a deep mousy brown, her eyes a deep, confused amber and her pale skin was painted with freckles. She seemed to be sitting in a living room which would have been completely ordinary if not for the fact they were standing in a library that covered the whole planet.
