The Pale Cage

Chapter 3

After one look at a map, Raeburn knew the perfect place to find some nice Artron energy floating around...So his captors began to prepare for transport. Raeburn was very thankful to one of the scientists who brought him his sonic screwdriver. He was pleased to see that it was still in working order and made sure to take it off of its high setting, he didn't want to be accidentally dissolved. He was left alone to his thoughts, a cuppa with jammy dodgers. He nearly kissed Roangy when she brought it to him. He was also given clothes.

Raeburn missed the original Doctor, his brother, his progenitor, missed him loads. Raeburn may not have the experience his brother had, a difference between remembering and experiencing, but he still felt the heartache the Doctor felt at the loss of Gallifrey. All the chatting away inside their minds, gone in the blink of an eye. Raeburn knew the Doctor felt the same as he did when they connected. The Doctor was no longer alone in the universe with his clone, no longer lost in the silence. Raeburn was missing the Doctor's endless ramblings inside of his own mind. Raeburn missed him so much and knew that if the Doctor had known he'd survive, he would help him.

Raeburn froze with his cup half way to his lips. It would be so EASY to leave a message for the Doctor. But if this group of scientists were to get a hold of the Doctor...it would be very dangerous. Raeburn could not risk the life of the Doctor to save an anomaly such as himself. He would not risk it. No...what he would do is guide these insane scientists into stabilizing himself and then he would escape...maybe even take the group down himself. He had the worst feeling that he wasn't the only test subject nearby.

“Did you know someone called Amelia Williams?”

The voice startled Raeburn and he turned to see that Roangy had reappeared. She held a book in her hands. “I'm sorry, what?” He asked before completing the journey of the cup to his lips and sipping. He was sure he hadn't heard correctly, Amelia Williams? Amelia Pond Williams...? He hoped she was safe and happy and far away from these people.

“The name, Amelia Williams, ever heard of it before?”

Raeburn tried to compose himself, but the mention of his dearest- “Where did you hear that name?”

“So you knew her?”

Raeburn ignored the past tense Roangy used. “Where. Did. You. Hear. That. Name? Tell me!”

Roangy didn't seem terribly concerned about his response, in fact it confirmed her suspicions. “She's the Author of this book, entitled Summer Falls published in 1954, New York.”

Raeburn relaxed slightly, it was a coincidence...it HAD to be. “Must be a different Amelia Williams.”

“Oh. Well in the prologue she mentions a Melody Malone-”

“Don't know a Melody Malone-”

“Okay, uh, she mentions her husband; Rory Williams.”

Raeburn sighed and closed his eyes. There was no doubt in his hearts that Roangy was talking about his Ponds. So he turned and lashed out, trying to grab the book, but Roangy held it just out of reach.

“So you knew them?

“They were...are my friends. How did you come across that?” Raeburn asked, nodding to the book in her hands.

“Miranda Cleaves brought down Morpeth Jetsan Co after her factory...this factory melted down. She claims that a man called the Doctor along with two of his friends, Amy and Rory Williams helped her and remaining of her crew escape. She wrote it all down in her diary...it was never published, but we're friends with the current owner of her diary...Our 'friend' did lots of research on Amy and Rory Williams and found several books she had published, from the 1950s. She was convinced that it was the same Amelia Williams..... The Doctor is your origin...Do you hold his memories too?”