Dreaming of a Blue Box ✧ Doctor Who ¹ ✓

64 - The Bad Wolf (Part III)

Continuing from 'Bad Wolf - Part II'

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AFTER TAKING HIS HAND WITH A BRIGHT GRIN, the Doctor and Lynda with a 'Y' ran out through the back door of the white room. "Hold on. I've been here before. " He stopped them and let go of her hand. Hearing the door close behind them he examined the large industrial room they found themselves in. "This is Satellite Five. No guards. That makes a change. You'd think a big business like Satellite Five would be armed to the teeth." He opens another door, leading Lynda through.

"No one's called it Satellite Five in ages," Lynda commented as he checked out a panel. "It's the Game Station now. Hasn't been Satellite Five in about a hundred years."

"A hundred years exactly." The Doctor agreed, exiting that room and reentering the main area. "It's the year 200,100." He said, reading his sonic. "I was here before, Floor 139. The Satellite was broadcasting news channels back then. Had a bit of trouble upstairs." The Doctor pointed a finger to the ceiling. "Nothing too serious. Easy. Gave them a hand, home in time for tea."

Lynda gasped. "A hundred years ago? What?" She eyed him, head to toe. "You were here a hundred years ago?" She chuckled as she met his eyes again. "You're looking good on it."

"I moisturize." He joked, heading over to another panel, and started scanning. "Funny sorts of readings. All kinds of energy." The Doctor commented to Lynda. "The place is humming. It's weird. This goes way beyond normal transmissions." He stopped and looked at the blonde. "What would they need all that power for?"

"I don't know." She admitted with a shrug. "I think we're the first-ever contestants to get outside."

"I had three friends traveling with me. We had to have been all caught in the same transmit." The Doctor raised a brow in question. "Where would they be?"

"I don't know," Lynda confessed with a slight frown, leaning her back against the nearby wall. "They could've been allocated anywhere. There are a hundred different games."

"Like what?"

"Well . ." She dragged on, trying to think. "There's ten floors of Big Brother. There's a different House behind each of those doors. And then beyond that, there's all sorts of shows. It's nonstop." She counted on her fingers. "There's Call My Bluff, with real guns. Countdown, where you've got thirty seconds to stop the bomb going off. Ground Force, which is a nasty one. You get turned into compost." Lynda shivered. "Er, wipeout, speaks for itself. Oh!" She gave him a giggle. "And Stars In Their Eyes. Literally, stars in their eyes. If you don't sing, you get blinded!"

The Doctor didn't hold back the horrified look he was sure was written all over his face. "And you watch this stuff?"

"Everyone does!" Lynda giggled again and then stopped when she could see he wasn't joking. "How come you don't?"

He lied. "Never paid for my license."

"Oh, my God!" Her jaw dropped. "You get executed for that."

He held up his sonic and let it buzz. "Let them try."

"You keep saying things that don't make sense. Who are you though, Doctor? Really?"

"It doesn't matter." He quickly answered, trying to use his sonic on another white door.

"Well, it does to me." She argued. "I've just put my life in your hands."

"I'm just a traveler, wandering past. Believe it or not, all I'm after is a quiet life."

"So, if we get out of here, what're you going to do? Just wander off again? "

"Fast as I can." He admitted, now scanning a scanner with the indentation of a handprint- eerily similar to the ones Satellite Five had.