From: pih@doc.ic.ac.uk (Paul Ian Harman)
Newsgroups: alt.drwho.creative,alt.ql.creative
Subject: Doctor, Samuel Beckett (Part Three)
Date: 24 Oct 1994 18:06:25 -0000
Organization: Dept. of Computing, Imperial College, University of London, UK.
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Okay, here it is: after a broadcastinh hiatus of four months, the third
part in this (probably) ten-part series. Thanks for your patience
and (mostly) kind comments...

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			     Doctor, Samuel Beckett
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				       or

				 A Leap in Time
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				 by Paul Harman
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		Part Three
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	Gooshie looked up from the computer screen that he was studying.
	"This Gallifrey of yours, Doctor," he began. The Doctor had a hand on
his temple, and seemed to be in a little pain.
	"Doctor...?" Gooshie asked. The Doctor looked up, and shook his head.
	"Sorry, what? Oh, yes."
	"I'm not sure we have the sort of energy required to send the brainwave
transmissions that far."
	"Rubbish!" shouted th Doctor, then his hand shot to his head. Tina
stepped towards him, but the Doctor shook her off. "It's nothing, just a
Venusian migrain coming on, that's all. Where was I? Oh, yes - surely you can
tap the power from that fusion reactor over there?" he said, waving towards
the Quantum Accelerator.
	"Well, not really. You see, it functions quite differently..."
	Ah, I wish I had my TARDIS with me... er, how long could you
sustain the projection?"
	"For about five minutes, give or take, before we burn out all our
power cables."
	"That's long enough!" the Doctor replied. "We can use the TARDIS as a
bridge."


	"So, Doctor, are you going to join us?" asked the tallish man, dressed
in black and gold.
	"Don't rush the would-be President, Castellan!" jested one of the
guards.
	"President?" Sam thought. "Follow me, K9." he said.
	"Negative, Master. I remain."
	"Fair enough. Keep the fort!" Sam strode boldly out of the TARDIS, the
effect of which was greatly reduced as the doors closed on the monstrous scarf,
tripping him up.


	"I have a fix on Dcotor Beckett!" said Ziggy. "It is faint. Without the
Doctor's co-ordinates, I owuld not have spotted it."
	Al was already half-way to the Imaging Chamber when the Doctor called
out.
	"Al- wait! I'm coming too."
	"You won't be able to see very much." Al replied.
	"I thought this room was supposed to be hologrammatic!" the Doctor
exclaimed, looking around at the bare blue walls, an indeterminate distance
away.
	"That's not quite how it works: it's more a neat transmission into my
brain's 'sight' centre. Don't ask _me_ how it works, Sam did it."
	"Bother. However, you may need my help."
	Al seemed somewhat distracted, and so the Doctor wandered about the
featureless walls. Silently, something appeared and the Doctor caught it out of
the corner of his eye. Performing a comical double-take, he turned to look at
the figure. A gentleman with a grey beard, dressed in a white lounge-suit and
a white wide-brimmed hat, sitting in a wickerwork chair was staring at him.
	"Doctor..." he began.


	Sam looked at the craft which he had just left: a tall blue box,
seemingly an old telephone box of some kind. He frowned, trying to match the
memories of endless corridors with... this. "Impossible..." he thought. He
walked around to the back of the craft to check. No, it wasn't there.
	"It's smaller on the outside than inside..." he whispered.
	"Are you coming, Doctor?" the Castellan asked. "Or do you wish to
delay Chancellor Flavia further by studying that... primitive craft you seem
to love so much."
	"I'm coming..." Sam replied, still trying to work out how what he had
seen inside the box had actually _been_ inside the box. "Some sort of
hyperspace warp, perhaps..." the physicist inside him thought. "This is going
to be one hell of a difficult leap!"

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