Oblivion

Knights Templar

The Scotsman disregarded the comment from above and proceeded to swiftly push himself up from the floor. He swept his hand across his sleeve, struggling to detach the pieces of dirt woven within the fabric of his overcoat. Raising his head, a number met his eyes. 13. Immaculate, just like before, the crank wheel shone and glistened. Almost in a hypnotic state, The Doctor felt obliged to proceed to the gateway and unveil its contents. As the Scotsman approached, he could hear an indistinctive mumble in the background.
"Doctor... Doctor what are you doing?" Sarah-Jane placed her hand on the floor and pushed herself up, attempting to gain balance in her heels. Sarah's brown locks fell back into their designated place, as she managed to control her footing and head towards The Doctor.
"Doctor, stop." Sarah placed her hand on his shoulder. The trance that the Scotsman seemed to be in was instantly snapped out of due to the abrupt placing of Sarah-Jane's hand.
"This door, it's this one, it's got to be this one. I should've noticed before. How did I not notice? It was you, YOU, you're a distraction you are!" The Doctor flicked his index finger into Sarah-Jane's forehead. As her fringe sprung back into place, The Doctor continued in his strident vociferating manner.
"If YOU hadn't gone into that stupid room and been all stupid with your stupidness then we wouldn't have been in this stupid situation. You leave it to me Sarah, me, I'm supposed to be the stupid one!" Sarah-Jane allowed a minor smirk to pass across her face, before lifting her head up to face the Scotsman.
"It's not funny, Sarah, you could've killed us both!" Sarah-Jane coughed, scrunched her face, and tried again with a more serious expression. The Doctor tutted and headed towards door 13. Like a shadow, Sarah tailed her beloved Doctor, as he placed both hands on the crank wheel. The Doctor took a deep breath and promptly jolted the door forward, a creek from the hinge followed. The duo hesitantly looked through the new gateway, attempting to examine the unseen. A thousand fragments of glass carpeted the entrance. The opening of the door cleared a small patch of the floor, revealing a 70s style carpet. Streaks of wallpaper hung from the walls, revealing a concrete canvas beneath. Picture frames, podiums and circular panels aligned the floor, amongst the graveyard of glass. A long scratch-like-mark tore through a segment of wallpaper, revealing an unreadable scribble beneath. The Doctor proceeded to the wall, kicking glass as he did so, as he ripped off the remaining scraps of paper. It was revealed.
"1307" The Doctor declared.
"What does it mean though?" Sarah questioned.
"Well how am I supposed to know, Sarah? It could mean anything! I'm guessing it means 1307 as in the year. What a rubbish year! German King, Albrecht I, crowned his son 'Rudolph' king of Bohemia. What a stupid name, 'Rudolph,' it's like he wanted his child to be bullied! Duke Henrik of Corinthia took over on July 15th anyway, thank God. Aside from all the king palava, William Tell apparently shot an apple off of his son's head. Well, not apparently; I was there, two words. Sonic bow. Apart from the year, it could mean anything. Maybe the guy was just a massive fan of marbles and had a collection that he was keeping count of." The Doctor pondered the thought of the number and proceeded to tap his temple vigorously.
"Doctor, no ones a 'massive fan' of marbles." Sarah giggled. "Shut up, you know what I m-" A thud in the near surroundings interrupted the conversation. The Doctor spoke slowly.
"We're not alone..." Sarah-Jane instantly grabbed the crazy man's hand. Their fingers interwound together, firmly. The Doctor began to create a pathway with his boot, propelling chunks of glass into the skirting board as he did so. Sarah tailed the Doctor again, one hand still in his and the other on the wall. The corner of the corridor was drawing closer and narrower. An intense azure flickering light flooded the corridor. As the duo approached the corner of the hallway, The Doctor finally realised where he was. The time capsule corridor of destroyed dreams and shattered glass transformed into a gateway to what looked like a spacecraft. A centred spotlight sectioned off into quarters with a circular centre beamed onto a dashboard featuring an AV scanner, power system and cloister bell. Podiums surround the main body of the ship, each having a different piece of alien technology on display.
"It hasn't changed." The Doctor declared.
"What's the point in change, Doctor? If it isn't broken, why replace it?" Two human-like figures stood in the doorway adjacent to the body of the vessel. Sarah-Jane clutched onto The Doctor's hand even harder than before. One of the figures had a lengthy, jet-black overcoat on. The collar featured an assortment of black dots, like spider eggs, scattered amongst the beige embroidery. A turtleneck style sweatshirt helped to cover the portly man's waist. His aged and indignant face looked at The Doctor in pure disgust. The other figure stood arms crossed, facing directly at The Doctor. A cascade of brown hair, in a corkscrew formation, elegantly rested amongst the woman's shoulders; not a solitary hair invaded her face. She wore a crisp, crimson red blazer embellished with ruby diamantes. A scarlet coloured collar revealed itself through the top of her blazer, allowing a gap to expose her defined collar bones. Her eyes were transfixed on The Scotsman, glaring as though he was prey. She pursed her lips together before hissing at The Doctor.
"Welcome Doctor... don't speak, I'm not interested in your pathetic vendetta."