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Continued from Victory of the Daleks ― II __________
The moment the Doctor ran into the map room, he forcefully punched Professor Bracewell, knocking him to the ground. "Doctor!" Amy shrieked.
"Ow!" The Doctor shook his hand out. "Sorry, Professor, but you're a bomb. An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb."
"What?" Bracewell asked in shock.
"There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you." The Doctor explained, crouching down by him. "A captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimension." He quickly pulled out the sonic screwdriver and opened the Professor's shirt. "Now keep down!" He ordered, using the sonic to open up his torso. He frowned, looking at the five blue segments in a circle on his chest, one turning yellow.
"So?" Freja asked, peering down at the Professor. "What is the verdict?"
"I don't know." The Doctor admitted. "Never seen one up close before."
Freja quirked an eyebrow. "So. . .what, then? He's wired up to detonate?"
"Not exactly." The Doctor shook his head. "He literally is a bomb. Walking, talking, pow, exploding, the moment that flashes red."
"There's a blue wire or something you have to cut, isn't there?" Amy asked. "There's always a blue wire. . .Or a red one."
"You're not helping." The Doctor frowned at her.
Amy rolled her eyes at him, slightly exasperated, as Churchill leaned forward. "It's incredible." He told them. "He talked to us about his memories. The Great War. . ."
"Someone else's stolen thoughts, implanted in a positronic brain." The Doctor mused as he tossed the sonic from hand to hand. "Tell us about it, Bracewell." He looked back down to the Professor. "Tell us about your life."
"Doctor, I really don't think this is the time." Bracewell tried to say.
"Tell me and prove you're human." The Doctor coaxed. "Tell me everything."
Bracewell swallowed. "My family ran the Post Office." He began. "It's a little place just near the abbey, just by the ash trees. There used to be eight trees, but there was a storm."
Freja smiled, crouching down by him. "And what about your parents?" She asked gently, trying to help. "Come on, you can do this."
