As the Police officer ran along the crowded street of Holzner Road in London, she couldn’t help but think of what she was doing here. Just moments before, she was at Torchwood when a call had coming about another possible ‘Doctor’ sighting.
Turning around the block she halted, temporarily lost in a haze of forgetfulness. Pausing to take a breath of fresh air, she slowly regained her path to the back entrance of the mega store that blocked her from finding the man who had been so troublesome in her past.
Inside the Peacebridge Centre all was as usual as the Doctor calmly slowed his pace down and entered a clothing store.
“Hello!” he said with a smile to the cashier, firmly bracing himself along the youth’s table. “Do you have anything for under ten quid?”
“I’ll go round the back and check,” the boy said simultaneously scratching his chin.
Having little patience at this moment, the Doctor's eyes followed the youth as he unlocked and entered a door labelled 'staff only'. As soon as he heard the lock click, he swung round to behind the cash register and spotted a black and white street photo of himself posted just underneath the desk.
“I’ll just grab this,” he murmured to himself as he removed the picture and sticky tape, also observing the shoppers eying him strangely. Walking back to where he stood in front of the register moments before, he glanced at a rack of sunshades and coolly drew a black pair. Trying them on before depositing it into his chest pocket, he made his way to the exit much to the gasp of an elderly woman who had been watching him. “Right he said,” turning around as their eyes met, “that would be stealing,” and with that he drew some coins from his pocket and left them on the counter before regaining his sprint out of the store.
“Hey you, stop!” He heard a woman shout behind him.
“What now….” He shouted, as he turned to face a very familiar face in an unfamiliar black police uniform.
“Don’t get all shouty with me," she responded walking closer, “I don’t care if you’re the Bishop of Oxford, but if you ever take that tone…”
“Excuse me,” he interrupted, “but who are you exactly?” He asked, knowing that if she were about to arrest him, she probably would have already attempted it.
“You’re coming with me!” She replied.
“What about my rights!” He exclaimed, as she grabbed his cloak before he could pull away.
“You’re a time-lord, not a human,” she answered, as she started to drag him to the side exit of the shopping complex.
“How are you doing that!?” He asked in bewilderment.
“Special gloves, they amplify strength….”
“Clever,” he interrupted. “Just answer me one more question Gwen,” he said, trying not to lose his footing as he looked around him for others, just as she looked at him curiously. “Can those gloved repel sound waves?” In one quick moment he pulled out his sonic screwdriver with his left hand and pointed it at the gloves that clamped his cloak. The machine emitted and ultrasonic sound which instantly led Gwen to cover her ears and lower her right hand, releasing the grip, as the glove was smoking.
“Here let me help,” the Doctor said as led Gwen towards a supporting beam in the store and began to pull on the gloves as he lifted his left leg on the structure for support. The glove quickly came out and as he let momentum have its way he peered into it as his arms raised it above his head.
“Ah ha!” He blurted with enthusiasm, “just as I thought, an apparent remake of a Cybermen’s hand without the sound blocking device, which you know…” he said to her shocked face, as she stared at her hand, “…blocks sound.”
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