Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Cystic Fibrosis - Part 2: Transfer from DLA to PIP 3

Update on my fight against DWP's decision on my PIP application:

Today (Tuesday, 28 March 2017) I received an email from the CF Trust help desk who replied:
"Hi Peter,

Thank you for contacting the Cystic Fibrosis Trust helpline.

You mention that you feel because CF can be a hidden disability, or one which may not be obvious from the appearance of someone, that other people may perceive it differently or negatively. You say that these people may not see the daily struggles that someone with CF might face, and therefore may make assumptions or judgements.

I’m so sorry to hear that you feel this is an attitude which extends to both the general public and to professionals in the DWP. You mention that this all began when you were asked to move from DLA to PIP, and that you became anxious at this point, having heard worrying stories from others with CF who had gone through the process of applying for PIP. It sounds like the timing of the letter also added stress, as you weren’t able to call the DWP until some days later, and technical problems made it difficult to get through for some time.

You mentioned that the process of filling out the form was time consuming and frightening, in that there was lots about your health and about CF that you hadn’t necessarily thought much about until you had to write it down. We too recognise that it can be really difficult to put the difficulties and challenges faced down on paper, and can involve having to focus on things which you may not necessarily wish to think about or write about.

I’m so sorry to hear that while you felt the medical assessment had gone well, you were told that you would not be awarded PIP. I can hear your concern that the medical evidence you submitted wasn’t taken into account when looking at your application and that the DWP haven’t read the information properly.

You mention that in the time since the decision your health has been impacted, you have lost motivation and your appetite, and are struggling with panic attacks and anxiety- it sounds like things have been really difficult recently, and I want to assure you that we are here to support you however we can. We recognise that the process can be a real challenge, as the PIP criteria often may not seem easily applicable to all aspects of CF, and many people who are eligible do have to dispute decisions to get an award eventually. It’s something that we are working on policy-wise, as well as trying to make sure that people going through the process have as much advice and support as possible.

You mention that you have until 16th April to dispute the decision- would you like to challenge it? I have attached some information on asking for a Mandatory Reconsideration for you to have a look at if you wish. Sangeeta, our Welfare and Rights Advisor, can also support and advise you- would you like us to put you in touch with her?

I can hear that this is a really difficult time, and if you ever need to talk, we’re here to listen. You can give us a call any time between 9am-5pm, Monday to Friday, on 0300 373 1000 or 020 7795 2184, or send us an email on helpline@cysticfibrosis.org.uk.

Best wishes"
A copy of all the guides I've used for making a PIP claim, information passed to me from the CF Trust and also a template letter requesting a Mandatory Reconsideration can be found here at this link.

PLEASE NOTE: the documents are guides to give you an idea what to do during PIP claims.

Please refer to your Social Worker for assistance.

Please don't attempt to do anything independently as the Social Worker will have processes you may have overlooked.

Monday, 27 March 2017

Cystic Fibrosis - Part 2: Transfer from DLA to PIP 2

Update on my fight against DWP's decision on my PIP application:

Today (Monday, 27 March 2017) I spent 2 hours and 30 minutes with my Social Worker discussing and taking action on the decision made by the DWP to deny me my PIP claim.

Upon reading the letter I had received dated 20 March 2017, my Social Worker agreed it was quite clear the decision maker based the outcome of my claim on the 1 hour interview I had with the assessor.

I had an email from Adam Everett at the Warrington Guardian about the email I sent on Saturday evening.

In the past I have made contact with Adam on a regular basis with progress on past medical trials aimed to improve quality of life in CF.

Adam, who specialises in the health topics for the local newspaper, reacted with shock by the outcome of my PIP claim.

Here is a quote Adam managed to get from the DWP Press Office about how the outcome of a PIP claim is made.
"Decisions for PIP are made following consideration of all the information provided by the claimant, including supporting evidence from their GP or medical specialist.

Anyone that disagrees with a decision can ask us to look at it again, and if they're still unhappy with it they can appeal to an independent tribunal."
Below is a scanned copy (using Optical Character Recognition) of the letter with added observations that is evident the decision maker did not look at the evidence provided.

How I made my decision

I looked at all of the information available to me, including:
  • the "How your disability affects you" form
  • the information provided by the letter from your consultant
  • the information provided by the letter from your consultant
  • the information provided by the letter from your consultant
  • the information provided by the letter from your consultant
  • the information provided by the letter from your consultant
This told me the type of help, and how much help you need.

I used this information to look at whether you can carry out 12 activities and the amount of help you need. A score is given for each of these.

There are 10 activities for the daily living part of PIP and 2 for the mobility part.

If your total score for the daily living activities is between 8 and 11 you'll be awarded the standard rate. If your score is 12 or more you'll be rewarded the enhanced rate. This is the same for the mobility activities.

Daily Living - for the 10 daily living activities you scored:

Preparing food (scored out of 8)
You can prepare and cook a simple meal unaided - 0
In my application I stated that when in a low mood or unwell, I lose my appetite or need help preparing meals. I stated my partner helps with meal preparation, which encourages me to eat. Otherwise I would mess meals.

At the consultation with the assessor I stated that my partner, who was there with me, makes a majority of the meals due to me not having any motivation as a result of my low moods.
Eating and drinking (scored out of 10)
You can eat and drink unaided - 0
In my application I stated that when in a low mood or unwell, I lose my appetite or need help preparing meals. I said that my diet is a very important part of my treatment for my condition and I need to eat regular meals and have to take a substantial amount of medication with meals to aid absorption.

When I am unwell and produce a great amount of sputum, this suppresses my appetite and I lack motivation to eat. Therefore I am constantly reminded by my partner to eat.
Managing your treatments (scored out of 8)
You can either manage medication / therapy or monitor your health condition unaided, or you don't need to - 0
In my application I described how I use medical aids to help remind me what medication I need to take and at what time. I stated how my partner helps by making sure I have the required medication when we go out from the house.

I gave good examples the consequences I face should I miss a dose of medication i.e. stomach ache, diarrhea, heartburn, GORD issues, breathing issues and also result in me being more prone to infection.

I stated it can take up to 30 minutes to do treatment and if unwell can possibly take as much as 5 hours per day to do all my treatments.

I stated exercise is encouraged by my physiotherapist to help maintain lung function and that I get support with this.

I concluded that my high treatment burden affects my mood and my partner often prompts me to do my treatment.
Washing and bathing (scored out of 8)
You can wash and bathe unaided - 0
In my application I stated the importance of personal hygiene, daily washing and oral hygiene for preventing infection. Especially if I have been exposed to an unwell person, or if I'm on IV treatment.

I said I have a portacath used for IV access for antibiotics, and during IV treatment I struggle with personal care as a result of fatigue caused by the medication.

I stated I get help from another person to wash otherwise it would take me twice as long to wash if unaided.
Managing your toilet needs (scored out of 8)
You can manage your toilet needs or incontinence unaided - 0
In my application I stated I suffer from incontinence as a result of not taking my medication correctly or eating food that I unknowingly have intolerance to.

I stated my partner does the laundry and ironing at home as I find this a strain to do whether I am well or not.

I stated when on IV treatment I need to be close to a toilet more often due to high volume of liquid intake.
Dressing and undressing (scored out of 12)
You can dress and undress unaided - 0
In my application I stated that when unwell it takes me twice as long to get dressed due to having to rest as a result of breathlessness. I said I particularly have issues putting on socks and shoes due to the strain it has on my chest.

I concluded that when I'm having a bad day I don't get dressed due to fatigue, breathlessness and chest tightness.
Communicating (scored out of 8)
You can express and understand verbal information unaided - 0
No information was given about communication as I have no issues here.
Reading (scored out of 8)
You can read and understand basic and complex written information either unaided or using glasses or contact lenses - 0
No information was given about communication as I have no issues here.
Mixing with other people (scored out of 8)
You can engage with other people unaided - 0
In my application I stated that due to being prone to chest infections, which easily damages my lungs, I said a simple cold could result in hospital admissions for IVs.
When I am on my IVs, I have no social life at all.

I said to avoid infection in order to preserve my lung function, I don't often socialise in fear of coming into contact with infection whilst outside.

I concluded I find this frustrating and distressing because it limits my social life significantly.
Making budgeting decisions (scored out of 6)
You can manage complex budgeting decisions unaided - 0
I stated I have standing orders with my bank to make paying for house bills easier to manage.
Your total score for the daily living part of PIP is 0 points. This means I can't reward you PIP for help with your daily living needs.

Mobility - for the 2 mobility activities you scored:

Planning and following a journey (scored out of 12)
You can plan and follow a route of a journey unaided - 0
In my application I stated I suffer a persistent cough, which can make me breathless and dizzy.

I said I have medication I take at particular times in the day and have suffered from bowel incontinence.

These cause me to feel overwhelmed and anxious, stopping me from going out without encouragement from another person.

I worry about missing medication whilst out, or not being able to get to the nearest toilet. Therefore I get concerned about visiting unfamiliar places and limits my social life.
Moving around (scored out of 12)
You can stand and then move more than 200 metres either aided or unaided - 0
In my application I stated that walking around shops no matter how big or small can be tiring and makes me breathless.

I always find a parking space as close to the entrance to shops as possible to do a small shop, or my partner does all the shopping if I am not well or in a low mood.

I stated that on a bad day I have not been able to walk more than 24 metres.
Your total score for the mobility part of PIP is 0 points. This means I can't award you PIP for help with your mobility needs.
Now that you have seen a breakdown of what I put in my application, that this does not match the scores given or the decision made below.
My decision

I made my decision using information about your health condition or disability including details of any treatment, medication, test results and symptoms. This information is the best we have available and enough to decide how much help you need. As your needs vary, my decision is based on the help you need most days.

You said you can manage communicating verbally, reading and understanding signs, symbols and words and making budgeting decisions. I agree you can manage these activities.

You said you have difficulties preparing food, taking nutrition, managing therapy or monitoring a health condition, washing and bathing, managing toilet needs or incontinence, dressing and undressing and engaging with other people face to face.

I have taken into account you have no physical restrictions, and although your condition can sometimes lead to hospital admissions however these have been infrequent.

Informal observations showed that you looked well with a normal complexion and appeared to be of an average build and did not look tired, and no signs of breathlessness was observed. You were found to have adequate memory and concentration and reported that you drive a car several times a week, which would suggest good cognition.

You did not appear anxious, withdrawn or agitated and reported that you mix with family and friends and had no problems engaging with the assessor.

You also stated that you are currently looking for employment.

In your social history you said that you go to the gym about 3 times a week and use the bike for 10 minutes then spend up to 40 minutes on the weight for strength building.

You stated that you are not the incontinence nurse as you accidents on not for the majority of days, and have no input from the mental health services. I decided you can manage these activities unaided for the majority of days.

You said you have difficulty planning and following journeys. I have taken into account you have no cognitive or intellectual impairment. You drive automatic car several times a week going to the gym, supermarket and visiting family and friends.

I have decided you can plan and follow the route of a journey unaided.

You said you also have difficulty moving around. I have taken into account you were observed to walk at a normal pace with a normal gait unaided and observed to rise from a chair unaided, and no breathlessness was observed, and you reported you go to the gym about 3 times a week and used the bike for 10 minutes.

I decided you can stand and then move more than 200 metres for the majority of the days.

This is consistent with your medical history, your description of a typical day, informal observations at your face to face consultation, how you engaged with the assessor, the available evidence and your mental state examination results.

I cannot consider any help you need not covered by the activities for daily living and mobility, including being near to a toilet and laundry.

For more information about PIP go to www.gov.uk/pip

Yours sincerely

Diane Chennell
Any claims I made in my application were evident in the letters sent by my consultants.

As you can see in the response above, it is evident by what Diane Chennell has written that she based the decision on the 1 hour I spent with the assessor.

It is of mine and the Social Worker's opinion Diane Chennell's decision shows very clearly the application and evidence provided by my consultants were not looked at.

Saturday, 25 March 2017

Cystic Fibrosis - Part 2: Transfer from DLA to PIP 1

Here is an article I wrote to the press in relation to my experience with my PIP application.

"Hi Adam

How are you doing?

In general, health-wise, things are as good as can be as expected given my condition.

However the topic I am writing to you about affects anyone with a disability, not just those with Cystic Fibrosis (CF).

As you are personally aware, I have previously written with news about CF drug trials that could lead to something hopeful, resulting in improved quality of life and possibly as close to a cure for this genetic disorder.

Like with any other illness hope lies with these drug trials. However there is a side to a certain type of disability that's looked at with a frown. The main reason is these disabilities such as CF aren’t as obvious based on the general appearance of the sufferer. This is classed as a hidden disability.

I’ve lost count for the number of times I’ve heard a CF person, who has a blue badge, state they were challenged by the general public when they’ve parked in a disabled bay at the shops.

Most of these comments are taken with a pinch of salt due to the naivety of the challenger. We understand these people are not professional bodies in health care and therefore don’t see the effects CF has on the daily life of the sufferer with the treatment and hospital visits they go through.

So far I have mentioned how non-professional people look at those with CF and don’t understand what is happening in our world.

However as I, and many other CF sufferers have found, the ignorance doesn’t just lie with the general public, but also those who claim they are qualified health professions. In this case I am talking about those who work or represent the Department for Work & Pensions (DWP).

For me it all began on Saturday, 31 December 2016 when I experienced that dreaded moment all disabled people have or will endure at some point. It was that moment when a brown envelop was posted through my letterbox containing the letter stating my Disability Living Allowance (DLA) was coming to an end in favour of the new Personal Independence Payment (PIP).

The letter set off my anxiety as I had heard so many bad experiences from fellow CF sufferers about their ordeals whilst applying for PIP.

The timing of receiving this letter on New Year’s Eve made things worse because with the New Year’s Bank Holiday commencing, I knew I had to wait until Tuesday, 2 January 2017 before I could telephone the DWP to start the application process for PIP.

Although I did my utmost best not to let this get to me, throughout the New Year’s Eve party I attended, I appeared to be coping on the outside, but my mind was working overtime about the application for PIP and bad experiences I’ve heard. I hoped I wouldn’t be another victim to the slander DWP provide in their reports about CF sufferers.

Tuesday, 2 January 2017 came and I started the process of applying for PIP by phoning DWP as instructed. I rang the number given in the letter at 10am and a computer voice told me to phone back in 4 hours whilst a technical issue was being fixed.

At 2pm I rang again. This time a male human voice asked if I could call back in another 2 hours due to the computer he was using not working.

At 4pm I rang once more. This time a female human voice was speaking to me. However the quality of the telephone call was poor to the extent I had to ask her to speak loudly and slowly so I could hear her.

As confirmed by what the letter stated would happen in the telephone call, I was asked to confirm my personal details, and agreed to a statement that was read out to me. I was told I would receive an application pack in the post.

Once the telephone call had ended, I rang my Social Worker at the CF specialist unit in Wythenshawe Hospital to let her know what had happened.

I was instructed that once the pack had arrived, to make an appointment with the Social Worker where I would receive help with the application.

The application pack arrived and I realised most of the evidence to support how CF affects my daily living was to include CF clinic letters, repeat prescription and a supporting letter from my Social Worker that gave an insight about how CF affects my daily living.

On Tuesday, 10 January 2017 I sat with my Social Worker who helped me complete the application form.

This took a total of 3 hours to complete due to the amount of information I had to include about how my CF affects my day to day living and also mobility.

I never ever expected to write the answers I did. Not because they weren’t true. Everything I had written was very true. The reason why I never ever expected to write what I did is as a sufferer of CF, I have grown up with the symptoms and didn’t truly know until writing this application how I compared to a healthy person. Nor did I realise the extent in the seriousness of CF. Mainly because it's something I never really stopped to think about.

All I knew from personal experience the importance of the treatment program prepared by the CF Care Team, which includes Doctors, Nurses, Social Workers, Psychologist, Physiotherapists, Diabetic Consultants, Pharmacists, Surgeons...the list goes on.

Although deep down I knew had I not taken the treatment program given I would not live a long life, I’ve never had to think about until putting it in writing as I did with the PIP application. If I am honest, having to discuss this with my Social Worker was the hardest realisation I had to face to the extent it frightened me resulting in me working as hard as I can to keep myself fit and healthy, which with a lung function of 41%, this isn’t easy.

With the application complete and sent with supporting evidence from the CF Care Team, I received a letter from DWP dated Monday, 20 February 2017 with my appointment for a consultation with a “Health Professional”.

The appointment date set was Tuesday, 28 February 2017, which I couldn’t attend due to an existing appointment at the CF clinic. Immediately I telephoned the DWP about this and the date was changed to Thursday, 9 March 2017.

I was encouraged to take a companion such as a relative, carer or friend for support. Luckily I did due to my anxiety. I was so anxious I thought I forgot to take relevant identification with me. Plus I was so nervous I never stopped talking.

As she greeted me, the assessor claimed to be in the nursing profession since 1991. The assessor commented how I showed signs of anxiety and reassured me that most of the assessment would be based on what I wrote in my application. I was informed most of the decision making was based on information provided by the number of letters from my consultant, which was evidence to my health claims stated in my application.

During the assessment I was constantly side tracking during the interview and my companion brought me back to the topic we were talking about.

After the assessment my companion and I felt the interview went really well. I was told by the assessor I would get the outcome of my application in the next 6 to 8 weeks.

Today, Saturday, 25 March 2017 I received a letter from DWP with the result of my application for PIP.

The letter states that PIP will not be awarded and that my DLA will come to an end.

DWP “looked at all of the information available including the ‘how your disability affects you’ form and the information provided by the letter from your consultant”, and the 10 activities for the daily living part of PIP and 2 for the mobility part, which include:

Daily Living

  • Preparing food
  • Eating and drinking
  • Managing your treatments
  • Washing and bathing
  • Managing your toilet needs
  • Dressing and undressing
  • Communicating
  • Reading
  • Mixing with other people
  • Making budgeting decisions
Mobility

  • Planning and following a journey
  • Moving around
All the scores for all of these have been a zero. Therefore according to the unqualified professionals at DWP, Cystic Fibrosis isn’t a disability and has no affect on the sufferer at all.

Part of the evidence given by the CF Care Team included a chest infection I had in October 2016 that took 3 months to treat and a further month to recover from. My lung function at best is about 45%. This reduced down to 31% when I was at my worst with the infection. Although this rose back up to 41% upon recovery and since rose again to 49% as a result of a new treatment, had I not been treated at all for this infection my life expectancy would have been affected quite considerably.

As you have probably realised from information given so far, the DWP haven't based their decision on the letters, medical reports, etc the hospital provided. It is in my opinion the DWP haven’t read the evidence properly or at all. Otherwise I would not have scored zero on any of the bullet points shown above.

I was informed by the assessor the decision would not be based on the assessment, but on the written evidence given by my consultant. This was something I was relieved on because the assessor saw me on a good day.

Since the assessment I've had bad days, which mainly includes not leaving my house unless I really have to in fear of exposure to illness. Plus I’ve had no motivation. I even have to force myself to get ready to go the gym because I know I'll basically become ill again if I don't go.

Today I was to do a quick shop for mother’s day, but again had no motivation. All I wanted was to stay in the safety of my home. Whether I be motivated tomorrow with the weight of my PIP application outcome lying heavy on my shoulders is a question yet to be answered.

The only hope I have at present is that by appealing the decision, this will result in the answer I had hoped on this occasion. I have until 16 April 2017 to do this before my DLA comes to an end. A benefit I used to cover health costs that comes as a result of having CF.

Peter Trengove"

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 17: A new life

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 16:

The TARDIS made it back to the garden just a day late. Knowing for sure that we would have been caught, I opened the doors and departed with Lisa knowing who was going to be outside waiting for us.

“And where have you been this time?” Borusa asked with arms folded and tapping his foot.

“Well, err…” I began.

“For another ride I suppose?” Borusa asked.

“Of course.” Lisa replied.

“You do know the penalties for breaking the laws of time?” He asked with a frown.

“Well err…” I said again feeling the sweat dripping from my forehead.

“I see Davros is paying for his crime with what you did then?” He said this time with a smile. “Had you not done what you did out there, we would’ve been finished. You two seem to think alike when it comes to taking action against enemies.”

CHAPTER 17: A new life

5 May 5732 (2 years later) – Gallifrey

It’s two years since I left the familiar world I grew up in to learn of my origins. Lisa and I became very close and learned a lot about the Time Lords, Gallifrey, and the laws of time. Both of us realised the hard way the consequences of attempting to change history when we went on our first adventure in the TARDIS to defeat Davros, who paid for his crime with his life as he burned in his own trap.

Borusa became a great teacher at the Prydonian Academy, and on occasion he visited Gallifey’s Academy to welcome new Time Lords who found their roots like Lisa and I did.

Lisa and I didn’t venture much in the TARDIS until we passed our theory and practical exams that would allow us to drive the ship. I must admit I did expect us to be charged for piloting the TARDIS without a license. However the charges were dropped as a result of our actions in defeating Davros. Feeling content now we had come to the end of our learning, Lisa and I felt another adventure in the TARDIS closing in on us. As we approached my TARDIS, I saw Borusa standing near the ship expecting us.

“Leaving so soon?” Borusa asked.

“Just one small and safe trip.” I began, “we’ve learned a lot coming here, and will continue learning. Accompanied by Lisa, I stepped into the TARDIS, turned and said, “We’ll be back, I promise.” At this Borusa watched as the TARDIS dematerialised.

11 October 1998 – Earth

Back on Earth a family stood in the street watching as the door to a rundown Volkswagen Beetle close, and then the car started to fade away. As the family turned to go into the house, a sudden sound of running water stopped them from taking a step further. One of them exclaimed at the spot from which the car had disappeared. Instead of finding the spot empty, there was a fountain. They watched in amazement as the fountain changed into a 1998 red Ford Fiesta.

“It can’t be,” began one of the bystanders, “He’s only just left.”

They all watched as the driver and passenger side doors opened. Out of the passenger side came a young lady of about 20, who stood about 5 foot, 7 inches, with brown hair that reached just past her shoulders and blue eyes. She wore a white gown, which reached down below her knees, showing the bottom part of her red trousers and black shoes.

“Who has only just left?” She asked smiling.

“My Son, James.” Mum replied.

“You mean me?” I said as I stepped from the driver’s door. “Hello Mum.” I said as I went to give her a hug.

“Bleedin’ hell, that was a quick journey.” Angela said bewildered.

“To you it was, whereas to me it’s been a couple of hectic years.” I said. “By the way, this is Lisa, a companion I picked up on my travels.” I concluded.

Now that I have full knowledge to my identity, I am ready to tell others about what life was like for me when I found where Cystic Fibrosis was much more than just a disorder.

Epilogue

11 October 2008 – Earth

It has been ten years since all this happened. Over the years I have been learning more about my people the Time Lords. During which Lisa and I became close companions after all we had been through. Back in the year 2001, I moved away from my parents home a few miles to a wonderful house in Woolston with Lisa. The house is a semi-detached set in a cul-de-sac. It encloses three bedrooms, a converted loft, double garage which is where we keep the TARDIS, a nice sized back garden and a nice long driveway for when we have visitors. It took about four years for us to get the house and garden to how we wanted them.

Lisa and I married five years after we moved into our home. We continue to travel through time and space whilst using our Woolston home on Earth as a base to start a family. Doing this has been difficult for us, but we eventually got there.

When I believed I had Cystic Fibrosis, I was told that although patients were able to become parents, there was some difficulty in doing so. We seem to think on this occasion Earth’s atmosphere wasn’t to blame and the problem originates from Gallifrey’s atmosphere. That is my conclusion anyway, which came from the fact Time Lords live in a Citadel contained inside a rather large Panoptican. Anyway, Lisa is due to have our first and only daughter, Susan, who I am looking forward to sharing the adventures I had over the last ten years, including my first encounter with the Daleks. I am hoping that when Susan grows up, she will take up travelling just like her parents, and share her experiences with her loved ones. I just hope she will not feel as isolated as I first did when I found out my genetic origin.

10 January 3012 – Skaro

“Emperor Dalek has been located!” Bellowed the mechanical voice of a Dalek, which had been motionless for the past 18 months scanning the time vortex of Mars for its lost Emperor. “The return of Davros shall be momentary.”

At this a transmat next to the time corridor console started to hum and vibrate. There was a slight aura of a familiar form taking hold on the device as the Emperor and four Daleks materialised.

“How dare that intruding Time Lord make a mockery of me!” Davros bellowed. “I will soon teach him not to thwart my plans!”

A large monitor hanging from the wall behind Davros flickered, as a picture emerged from the blackness that previously showed. White dots formed randomly onto the screen followed by a large blue orb lightly covered with small white mists took place in the centre.

“Wretched planet!” bellowed Davros. “I will soon dispose of the Time Lords and this planet!”

From the beginning of the Daleks, during the war on Skaro, where Davros commenced the genetic engineering, which evolved into the creation of the Daleks, the Doctor and his companions had the tendency to interfere with Davros’ plans. However since Davros gained knowledge of time travel, he found something on Earth relating to the Doctor and his home planet. In the wrong hands this something could lead to destruction. This was something the Doctor had taken to Earth for hiding against enemies such as Davros. This something was known as the Hand of Omega.

23 November 1963 – Earth

On the streets of London, inside a small junkyard on Tanners Lane stood a Police Box. Why someone would place such a box in a place where it would not be seen was a question about to be answered by two unsuspected teachers, who were very suspicious over one of their schoolgirls, who showed high intelligence for her age. On one particular foggy evening they followed the schoolgirl home to confirm where she lived and also to see if they could see her grandfather they only knew as Doctor Foreman.

Standing near to the Police Box, the teachers knew there was something strange about the box from the vibration it gave off as whatever it held inside hummed. Whilst examining the box, an old man entered the junkyard. Luckily for the teachers they had the darkness on their side and were able to hide before the old man could see them. They observed as the old man approached the Police Box branding a key to the door. As he was about to open the door, the young schoolgirl could be heard welcoming him from inside. This resulted in the teachers giving themselves away when they gasped that the schoolgirl was kept locked inside the Police Box. After they confronted the old man, who exchanged a few words with them after being accused of keeping a young schoolgirl locked inside, they struggled with him when the doors were opened. The old man called out to the schoolgirl inside to quickly close the doors. However it was too late. Before anything could be done, the teachers pushed their way into the box and were followed by the distressed old man, who was trying desperately hard to hide whatever it was he had inside the Police Box. The doors closed behind them and all could be heard from the junkyard was the humming of the Police Box, and an argument between the old man and three younger people, one of which the old man was very close to. The argument was followed by a struggle before the Police Box roared into life and vanished like magic.

Not long after the Police Box had vanished, than did it reappear once more, but in the next street from the junkyard. When the door opened, the occupants had changed in numbers and in age. Instead of a grumpy old man accompanied by his granddaughter and two schoolteachers, there were two people this time. One was middle-aged with a manipulative, secretive and angst-ridden look, sporting a Panama hat and umbrella with a red question mark for a handle. A girl in her mid-teens with long dark hair, who looked quite out of place wearing her leather jacket with many badges and holding a ghetto blaster followed him. They had previously shared an adventure on a space station, where not all was as it seemed. Now they had landed back where the middle-aged man encountered his first companions when he was in his original incarnation, before heading for one adventure after another, sharing his experiences with the many companions he had picked up along the way. The outcome of the next mission they were about to embark on depended upon him finding a casket, and something that was hidden inside that he left behind. Something that, if placed in the wrong hands, could cause death and destruction.

NOT THE END, BUT JUST THE BEGINNING...

Friday, 17 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 16: Planet of the Dead

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 15:

Lisa started to get the idea and concluded, “So when the Daleks and their clones of our clones depart our reconstructed ST2020 on Mars, we can then dematerialise from Mars and leave them stranded?”

“That’s right.” I said. “The only thing is the Daleks may detect the seismic energy coming from the TARDIS like they did when we materialised around the time corridor control panel.” I looked at the console thinking aloud. “However they didn’t spot use when they transported the TARDIS to Mars.” Shaking my head, my mind was made up. “Given we’ve a fifty percent chance of this part of the plan workings, this is a risk we’ll just have to take.”

At this we continued our search, which soon ended in victory. We read through the instructions for setting the TARDIS to carry out the task of morphing it into the ST2020. When this was done, the cloned crew were put into their places on the reconstructed ST2020 and we landed on Skaro.

CHAPTER 16: Planet of the Dead

11 August 2925 – Mars

“At last, my plan has worked.” Davros said feeling happy now things were finally going the way he wanted without a certain meddling Time Lord getting in the way. “I am now going to watch this from a safe distance.”

As he and his Daleks departed from Mars Station to make their way to the ST2020, he turned back to the prisoners. “I no longer call for your assistance.” He said as he watched his Daleks turned and exterminate them with one single blast. Smiling he turned once more and continued on his way. As he and his Daleks approached the ST2020, Davros watched in disbelief as the ship dematerialised.

“NO!” bellowed Davros, “This cannot be!” He turned and headed back into Mars Station, his Daleks followed, and together they started scanning the screen to give coordinates of where the ST2020 had gone. After a few seconds of silence, one Dalek turned its dome towards Davros and said, “The ST2020 can not be initiated.”

“NO!” bellowed Davros, “This cannot be correct! Keep searching.” He ordered.

“I obey.” The Dalek said as it turned its dome to look back at the screen. “The ST2020 can not be initiated.”

Another Dalek spotted a line disappear from the screen. “ALERT! ALERT!” It bellowed, “Time corridor to Skaro has gone off course. We are stranded.” It concluded, “ALERT! ALERT!”

“NO! That is not possible!” began Davros in outrage as he watched the screen flicker to a blank as the time corridor disappeared.

“It’s no use Davros.” An unfamiliar voice said across the communications radio. “You’re trapped!”

“What?” A startled Davros said. “Who are you?”

In the TARDIS I switched the communications to visual to reveal myself to Davros. “I am a Time Lord. You’ve been caught at attempting to change Earth’s history and with your plans foiled, you are about to face the consequence of this!”

“What? Who? How?” A very startled Davros said.

“You heard me. You’ve been found out, and now I’m here to stop you in your tracks before any real damage is done. Do you really think the Time Lords would let you get away with this?” I asked.

“But my plans have worked,” began Davros, “Earth is about to be destroyed!”

“That’s what you think.” I replied. “Take a look at your controls. What do they tell you?”

There was silence as Davros looked around him. He realised that he was not where he supposed to be. When this sunk in, he yelled out with anger. “NOOOOOO!”

“Aw there,” I said as though I was speaking to a crying baby, “never mind hey?”

“Do not rile me!” He said getting really angry. “I shall destroy you!”

“And how do you propose to do that?” Lisa asked. “You’ve no weapons apart from your Daleks. You’re stranded in this time and space with no ship or link to your home planet. You can’t go anywhere.”

“Oh and any second now,” I smirked, “you’re about to be destroyed along with your Daleks when the solar flares reach you.”

I looked back at the altered history of Earth Davros attempted to make, and the pain Lisa and I endured as we sensed the feelings of the humans in the event, the pain had become just a memory.

Looking back at Davros, I glared at him. “There may be damage to Earth caused by your actions, but no damage to its history.”

I brought my face closer to the screen and stared Davros in the face as though we were in the same room. “The damage done is not as bad as what you wanted, but one thing is for sure,” I looked at the scanner as the sun’s flares swallowed the Earth. “Earth will be safe once it’s all ended.” I added “bye bye” as I switched the communications off and set the coordinates to take the ST2020 and its crew back to the year 2020.

“There’s one problem though.” Lisa said. “What about those who were taken prisoner on Mars Station?”

I looked at Lisa with sorrow and replied, “I looked at the TARDIS log to see if there was any activity still going on Mars in the year 2925. I found the planet had been evacuated onto space beacons just like the Earth. Those left behind chose to stay to face their destiny.” I looked back at the scanner as Mars was being inhumed by flares. “So sad those unfortunate humans weren’t able to die the way they wished.”

“Now,” I said changing the subject, “to get you five back to where you belong.” I felt a sigh of relief coming from the crew at the thought that they were now out of danger and going back to normality. “Just one promise though?”

“And what’s that?” The Captain asked.

“You’ve seen what’s to happen in your future. Just please don’t breathe a word about it to anyone. Besides, you don’t need to. The future of your race is safe.”

“Who would believe us anyway?” The Captain asked smiling.

At this the crew departed into their ship and waited as they were transported back to their rightful place in time and space.

“It is sad in a way that it’s all over.” Lisa said. “I was really beginning to enjoy myself then.”

“I’m pretty sure more adventures will follow in our lifetime.” I replied with a smile.

I set the controls to take the ST2020 back to its time on Mars, and then prepared myself for what was yet to come when we got back to Gallifrey.

5 May 5730 – Gallifrey

The TARDIS made it back to the garden just a day late. Knowing for sure that we would have been caught, I opened the doors and departed with Lisa knowing who was going to be outside waiting for us.

“And where have you been this time?” Borusa asked with arms folded and tapping his foot.

“Well, err…” I began.

“For another ride I suppose?” Borusa asked.

“Of course.” Lisa replied.

“You do know the penalties for breaking the laws of time?” He asked with a frown.

“Well err…” I said again feeling the sweat dripping from my forehead.

“I see Davros is paying for his crime with what you did then?” He said this time with a smile. “Had you not done what you did out there, we would’ve been finished. You two seem to think alike when it comes to taking action against enemies.”

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 15: A Dolly for Davros

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 14:

“He’s changed how things are to be.” I replied as I started working on the controls to take us to the one room where all this turmoil had started. “And I’m going to change it back!” I said in anger.

At this Lisa came to her senses and approached the console to help me as I continued to work on the controls to take us to the Daleks’ control room to stop Davros and his immoral schemes.

CHAPTER 15: A Dolly for Davros

The room was almost silent. All that could be heard was the humming of the electronics inside the vast machines that operated the time corridor. Checking the scanners to see if there were any Daleks about, we found the room was empty. Perhaps Davros thought no one would exploit this far into the Dalek City without being seen. Even if there were Daleks in the room, it did not matter as I had set the coordinates to land the TARDIS on the time corridor control panel so I could operate the time corridor without leaving the TARDIS. There was no way I was going to let myself get caught by stepping outside into the open.

Looking at the panel, it was almost identical to the controls of the TARDIS. “This is going to be easy.” I thought aloud as I reset the time coordinates to 11 August 2925 and left the destination as set by the Daleks.

As I set the time corridor to its new destination, the scanners showed two Daleks entering the control room. Hoping that they would not detect the TARDIS, I set the controls to dematerialise as quickly as I could. Just as I finished, one of the Daleks approached the time corridor control panel.

“Alert! Alert! Sensors detect seismic energy flowing from the time corridor control panel. Energy readings confirm that they are of a TARDIS. There are intruders in the city. Seek and destroy.” The Dalek grated. “The TARDIS is to be destroyed to prevent escape!” At this the Dalek aimed its neutraliser towards the time corridor control panel. Just as it released a charge of the high-energy of fire at the TARDIS, the TARDIS dematerialised.

The TARDIS crew watched as the Dalek not only miss the TARDIS by a fraction of a second, but also destroyed the time corridor control panel, thus putting it out of service.

“It’ll take some time for that to be mended.” I began. “When they do fix it, they’ll be searching for their master, hopefully in the wrong time-zone as I don’t think they’ll realise what I’ve done.” I turned to the others before I continued. “Now to get you five duplicated again.” I said walking out of the control room into the long corridor I had entered before.

“Where are we going?” Lisa asked.

“We’re off to the food replicator.” I replied.

When we got there, I got out a first-aid kit and took from it a lancet kit and five sampling tubes. The lancet kit was used to take small blood samples from the finger to test blood sugar levels for diabetes. This was something that Time Lords had to keep check on every now and then just to make sure their bodies were coping with the alternative diet and lifestyle they lived on whilst on Earth. However I had a different use for this. Asking the crew to hold out their hands, I took blood samples from them into the sampling tubes.

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked puzzled.

“When I read the TARDIS log, I found there was a replicator onboard the TARDIS. Its use was to make identical versions of samples put into the analyser. I’m hoping that if I got it to analysis the DNA of the crew, it will create clone I can leave on Skaro where the crew landed.”

“Good idea, but will it work?” Lisa asked. I must admit that I didn’t like the scepticism, but she was asking what I was thinking. In my mind I had my fingers crossed, as this part of my plan was really important. If it didn’t work, then that was it. I had no idea what else I could do where it wouldn’t involve putting lives at risk.

I’m not sure if it was my face that gave me away, or Lisa just knew what I was thinking, but I could see that she knew that I too was sceptic about this plan. In the end I had to admit it. I looked at her and said, “I’m not sure to be honest. Its main use is to replicate food for the crew of the TARDIS. Whether it will replicate living beings is another matter.”

My hearts were beating like a drum as I went over to the replicator and inserted the DNA blood samples of the crew. One by one I put the samples into the machine. The machine started to hum as it analysed the DNA. Then it started to vibrate vigorously as though it couldn’t cope. Steam also started to flow from the back of the machine.

“It’s not going to work.” Lisa said as she and the others started to back out of the room.

As she said this, there came a glow in front of the machine. Slowly but surely, five figures started to appear one by one. “It’s working.” I said jumping up and down with excitement. “It’s working.” I started dancing. The light faded and the steam cleared revealing five clones of the ST2020 crew.

“Now to transport these clones to where you landed.” I said walking out the room.

Guiding the clones into the console room, I started looking quickly through the TARDIS log. When asked what I was looking for, I explained that before I got my TARDIS, it had been disguised as the cars I had owned throughout my driving life. I said that at one point, not only did the TARDIS look like a car from the outside, but also the inside. I queried that if the TARDIS was able to do this when it was a car; could I get it to do it again, but this time as the ST2020? Lisa began to help me search through the TARDIS log to find the answer.

“The idea is that if we could make the TARDIS look like the ST2020 from the inside as well as the outside, we could land the TARDIS on the exact spot where the ship landed and leave the clones in the reconstructed ST2020 whilst we hide safely in the console room.” I said. “Hopefully when the clones are captured by the Daleks, they will carry out their plan of invading Mars.”

Lisa started to get the idea and concluded, “So when the Daleks and their clones of our clones depart our reconstructed ST2020 on Mars, we can then dematerialise from Mars and leave them stranded?”

“That’s right.” I said. “The only thing is the Daleks may detect the seismic energy coming from the TARDIS like they did when we materialised around the time corridor control panel.” I looked at the console thinking aloud. “However they didn’t spot use when they transported the TARDIS to Mars.” Shaking my head, my mind was made up. “Given we’ve a fifty percent chance of this part of the plan workings, this is a risk we’ll just have to take.”

At this we continued our search, which soon ended in victory. We read through the instructions for setting the TARDIS to carry out the task of morphing it into the ST2020. When this was done, the cloned crew were put into their places on the reconstructed ST2020 and we landed on Skaro.

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 14: The Heat Wave of Summer 2020

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 13:

Inside the ST2020, Davros entered the control room, which he upgraded so the Daleks could access the controls, and made his way to what was the Captain’s post. The Daleks got themselves into position for takeoff, and set the controls to head back to the time corridor. Just as they entered the time corridor, a powerful ray of light pushed its way through space from Mars Station and headed out towards the comet, which was heading closer and closer towards the sun. When the ray struck the comet, the impact caused the comet to gain considerable speed. Davros watched in the distance as the comet collided with the sun causing it to expand as it started to turn supernova, swallowing everything in its path. The ST2020 entered the time tunnel just as the intense heat from the explosion approached Mars. Davros watched as the sun swallowed the Earth before darkness fell once more.

“At last.” Davros said with a smile. “The Earth and its entire race are dead!”

CHAPTER 14: The Heat Wave of Summer 2020

24 August 3010 – Skaro

Checking the radar screen to see if there were any planets which could possibly support life, John found there was a planet that was emitting signals. An attempt to decipher the signals resulted in failure as the symbols used appeared to be of alien origin. Wondering whether it was safe to land on the red planet, the Captain gave orders to take the ship nearer for a closer look. All that could be seen were mainly wasteland, lifeless looking trees and some hills in the distance. Not far from the hills was a city. Amazed by their findings, the crew tried to get into contact with the occupants of the city, but there was no reply. The crew set to work on landing procedures to land the ship so it would be hidden among the trees to be inconspicuous just in case. With landing procedures complete, the crew changed into their space suits and made their way towards the exit of the ship to make their way to the city. When the Captain was about to give clearance for the crew to leave the ship, he noticed a control panel materialise in front of the ship. Shocked by this, he prevented the crew from venturing outside and gestured to the object that suddenly appeared.

“Where did that come from?” asked Janet mesmerised.

“I don’t know.” The Captain replied. “One minute it was just clear ground, and then that appeared out of nowhere.” He said pointing to the strange object. The crew watched as the control panel metamorphosed into a large rock. “Are we seeing things? Perhaps it’s the atmosphere?”

“We can’t be.” Janet said. “We’ve not opened the hatch.” She continued. “Do you think it would be wise for us to venture outside?”

“I don’t know.” The Captain said. “Let’s just stay put for now.”

Lisa and I monitored the flight of the TARDIS, and saw the central column slowed down to a halt as the TARDIS silently landed beside the ST2020. With an instant, I switched on the scanners and saw the ST2020 outside the ship. All I had to do now was to stop the crew from stepping outside the ST2020 into the radioactive air. Straight away I got onto the communications system to contact the crew.

“Hello, hello do you read me over?” I said speaking into the microphone.

Coming to his senses about what had just happened; John was the first to hear voices on the radio. “Hello, hello do you read me over?” The radio crackled. Settling himself back to the controls, John replied to the call. “This is ST2020 reading you over.”

“Ah thank goodness. Now this is important. Have you opened your hatch over?” The voice said.

“That would be a negative.” John said. “Who is this over?”

“I am a friend. Do I have permission to come aboard over?”

John looked up at the Captain. The Captain looked back with a caution, and then gave the nod. “Permission granted over.” John replied.

At this I set the TARDIS to transport the ST2020 along with its crew to one of the storerooms within the TARDIS. It took me some time to explain who I was and where I had come from.

“So the Daleks brought us here to do all that?” asked Janet with amazement, “and all because of the humans helping the Time Lords?”

“Yes,” I replied, “and I’ve come to prevent it from happening with a plan of my own... I am going to take you home without Davros noticing.”

“How are you going to do that?” asked Lisa, who I had kept in the dark with my plans since we departed from Mars.

“Let’s just say that if Davros can clone the crew for his uses,” I began, “then so can I.”

Looking puzzled, Lisa asked, “Um, how?”

“The plan is to clone the crew and also make a replica of their ship, and leave the copies on Skaro where the crew originally landed as though we had not intervened. Then I am going to land the TARDIS on the console that controls the time corridor and make some small adjustments to the controls.” I answered with a big toothy grin.

“The question is; is it going to work?” The Captain asked.

“Yes most definitely.” I replied with confidence. At this I set the coordinates to take the TARDIS to the bowels of the Dalek City, to the control room where they operated the time corridor.

During the flight to the control room, both Lisa and I felt a phenomenal burning sensation ripping through our bodies. The pain caused by this was so sensational that we subsided to the ground rolling in agony. Showing concern the Captain asked if we were ok.

“I don’t know.” I replied. “Something’s happening, but not to us. It’s like an intense vision of destruction.” I said writhing in agony. “The pain we’re feeling is coming from the minds of those experiencing it.”

Lisa and I witnessed images of people we knew going about their normal lives. The sky was showing no cloud, the sun was shining its summer glow, and the birds were singing their melodic calls. Suddenly there was a flash of light as the sun started to swell, causing a sudden heat wave across the Earth. People looked up in the sky, their hands partly covering their eyes so they could see clearly as the sun swelled even more before them. Panic-stricken people started running and screaming as they rummaged around for shelter, feeling an increase in the temperature as they attempted to hide. The heat was so intense that it burned the skin red, causing the population to cry out even more, but this time in pain. Birds were falling out of the sky burnt to a crisp. As the sun swelled even more, so did the heat. Those who tried to look became blinded as the heat dried and burned their eyes. The tarmac in the roads and pavements started to melt, car tyres started to sink and explode, people started to fall under the intense heat. Aeroplanes in flight exploded, the debris declining to the ground. Cars started to explode, the smell of burning flesh started to hit the air. By this time no one was able to witness or smell all that was going on as life on Earth had come to a total stand still. The screams had died and all was silent. All that could be heard was the loud crackling of fire coming from vehicles. The Earth had turned into one big coffin; all that was left was the cremation as the sun swallowed all that remained.

Lisa and I came round after the devastating vision that was put before us. History as we knew it had been changed.

“NO!” I shouted as I came to terms with what happened. The thought of Davros changing the course of history in a bid to stop a great find that would help lives disgusted me. It became obvious that he did not care what he had done to his race, the Kaleds, turning them into mutated blobs of hate and wiping them of emotion. The thought of all those people who had suffered so much pain from his toil angered me. Especially when there were some I knew as family and friends. After all the human race had done to preserve the lives of the Time Lords, it was up to me with the aid of my companions to help stop this from happening and resetting history to how it should have been. I could see Lisa’s thoughts just by looking at her that she was partially scared. Just seeing her like this made me feel angrier and I cried out once more, “NO!” I stood up and slammed the console making everyone jump. “It shall not happen!”

“What?” The Captain asked with concern.

“He’s changed how things are to be.” I replied as I started working on the controls to take us to the one room where all this turmoil had started. “And I’m going to change it back!” I said in anger.

At this Lisa came to her senses and approached the console to help me as I continued to work on the controls to take us to the Daleks’ control room to stop Davros and his immoral schemes.

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 13: The Armageddon Factor

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 12:

“Welcome,” he said, “I’m technician Mike Snider and this is my assistant Stewart Summers. I trust you had a…” He paused to the sound of grating on the floor behind the crew. “What’s making that sound?” He asked. “It’s coming from behind you.”

No reply came from any of the crew. Instead they stood motionless before standing to one side of the hatch as though they were letting something past. Mike looked towards the source of the sound, but there was nothing there. The grating sound made its way towards Mike, who felt as a powerful force pushed him back, causing him to fall. Dazed and confused, he watched as out of nowhere, Davros and four Daleks materialised. The sight that stood before Mike made him quickly get up onto his feet and step back a few paces.

“What is this?” He asked in a confused tone as he looked at the Captain.

“You will be silent and do as I tell you!” Davros barked.

Mike looked at Davros, then at the Daleks and finally at the five crew members who stood motionless as though hypnotised and waiting for orders.

CHAPTER 13: The Armageddon Factor

19 July 2020 – Mars Station

“At last,” bellowed Davros “Earth’s fate is in my hands.”

Feeling excited that his plan was working, Davros glided over to his prisoners, and then turned to observe from their point of view as the cloned crew and the Daleks set up equipment brought from Skaro on the ST2020. “It is great having enemies you long to destroy.” He said to Mike and Stewart. “I’ve waited with patience for this moment. The efforts I’ve placed to get this far into destroying the Earth is now paying me back!”

“Why Earth?” Asked Mike scared, but curious. “What have we done to you?”

“You’ve been helping my enemies!” Davros barked as he turned to Mike.

“Your enemies?” Stewart asked.

“The Time Lords.” Davros replied.

“Who?” Mike and Stewart asked in unison.

“They’re an alien race and my enemies, who can travel through time and space. They escaped a war with my Daleks and hid themselves amongst your kind on Earth as you creatures look like them.” Said Davros feeling repulsed.

“How you distinguish between us and them?” Asked Mike.

“They came up with a clever disguise using a genetic disorder so that you would help them.” Davros began, and then turned to look back at his Daleks. “My Daleks searched for what seemed centuries trying to find these Time Lords. You Earth creatures had them all along.”

“How many Time Lords are there supposed to be? How can you tell them from us?” Mike asked curiously.

“Put it this way, how many people do you know who have Cystic Fibrosis?” Sneered Davros.

“There must be thousands.” Mike said who paused to think. “Are you telling me they’ve been living amongst us without us knowing it?” He asked astonished.

“I hope you find it is disgusting?” Davros replied. “If my timing is correct, Earth’s scientists are about to open up an evolution of discoveries using the Time Lords gene, so that they will no longer require lung treatment as they go through adolescence. This discovery will of course benefit them, which is something I am to put a stop to. Those who help my enemies are also my enemies.”

“How are you intending to stop all that’s happening on Earth from here?” Mike asked as he looked on at the mad scientist.

“A comet big enough to cause considerable damage to Earth is heading towards the sun. It was calculated by Earth’s scientists that it would strike the Earth in the year 2019, but unfortunately their calculations were incorrect and it missed. With my aid and equipment, and your computers, this comet will collide with the sun at such a force, it will turn supernova and destroy all that is in its path.”

“You’re mad. You’ll kill us all.” said Stewart horrified.

“No not us, just you.” Davros said correcting him. “My Daleks and I shall be watching from a safe distance.”

At this Davros and his Daleks set to work. The cloned crew left the station, and returned to the ship to get more equipment required to upgrade what was already in the station.

Unknown to Davros and his Daleks, I was watching and listening to all he was revealing to his prisoners. “So that is his plan.” I said. “We will soon see about that.”

“What’s the plan?” Lisa asked.

“You’ll see.” I said with a smile on my face.

I couldn’t believe how mad Davros really was. To kill a whole race of humans just because a majority unknowingly aided to keep the Time Lords alive was absolutely ridiculous. I thought back to the time when I started to learn the truth about my origins. I was amazed by how well the secret of Time Lords inhabiting Earth was kept. More to the point, the real reason why I had undergone treatments for what I thought was Cystic Fibrosis. The efforts made to protect the Time Lords were astounding. Especially when I eventually came to realise that not only did the truth affect me, but also everyone I knew, loved and had grown up with. Now of course with the truth being brought to light has brought me to love those close to me even more knowing that they carried out their task of keeping me safe.

With Lisa’s help, I set the TARDIS so it would quietly dematerialise. The usual humming noise of the TARDIS that could be heard throughout the ship was silent. Once more we were being manoeuvred through time and space. This time we were prepared for what was yet to come. Lisa and I checked the TARDIS controls to make sure we did as the Doctor ordered; to go to the correct time of Skaro, to rescue the crew of the ST2020 and return them to their rightful place in time and space.

Ever since the dawn of the human race, Davros set out ways of destroying them only to have failed due to the meddling of the Doctor. However the failure of defeating mankind also became strength towards his latest victory to destroy mankind. Over the years Davros’s power of knowledge of humans and their weaknesses grew. Over the years he had made attempts to get in mans way for survival. Whether it was in the 22nd century when world peace hung in the balance, the 26th century when space was divided between the great empires of Earth and Draconia, or when he sent his Daleks to Exxilon to discontinue an expedition from Earth seeking a rare mineral that could cure the virulent space plague that threatened all human life throughout the galaxy. Davros had learned from mistakes made and this time he was certain that nothing was overlooked. His plan for the destruction of Earth was at last within his grasp. Davros was feeling happy now things were finally going the way he wanted without a certain meddling Time Lord getting in the way.

With everything in place on Mars Station, Davros turned to his prisoners. “I am now going to watch this from a safe distance.” He said as he and his Daleks departed from Mars Station and made their way to the ST2020. Turning back to his prisoners and clones, he continued, “I no longer call for your assistance.” He watched as his Daleks turned and exterminated them all with one single blast. Smiling he turned and continued on his way.

Inside the ST2020, Davros entered the control room, which he upgraded so the Daleks could access the controls, and made his way to what was the Captain’s post. The Daleks got themselves into position for takeoff, and set the controls to head back to the time corridor. Just as they entered the time corridor, a powerful ray of light pushed its way through space from Mars Station and headed out towards the comet, which was heading closer and closer towards the sun. When the ray struck the comet, the impact caused the comet to gain considerable speed. Davros watched in the distance as the comet collided with the sun causing it to expand as it started to turn supernova, swallowing everything in its path. The ST2020 entered the time tunnel just as the intense heat from the explosion approached Mars. Davros watched as the sun swallowed the Earth before darkness fell once more.

“At last.” Davros said with a smile. “The Earth and its entire race are dead!”

Monday, 13 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 12: The Invisible Enemy

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 11:

Tears of fear ran from her eyes and down her cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move within the shadows of the room. Looking in the direction of the moving object, a Dalek with a dome on the skirting replacing features that she had seen earlier glided forward. Stopping by the side of Janet, the top half of the dome slid back revealing the hideous humanoid underneath. Ignoring the scream given off by Janet it said. “So you have decided to wake and join our company have you?” With an expression of what looked like a smile it continued, “Have I got plans for you.”

CHAPTER 12: The Invisible Enemy

“Oh this is great!” said Steve getting a little frustrated with what happened. “We’ve spent over 4 months in space, travelling to Mars, and what happens? Just as we reach Mars Station, we get brought to this damn planet.”

Jean too felt frustrated. It was not easy for either of the crew to live in the cramped environment the ST2020 offered. When they signed up for the mission, they knew what they were setting themselves up for, and had accepted the fitness exercises they were to do to keep themselves fit throughout the journey. “Well there’s no going back now.” Jean said trying to calm Steve. “Nothing can undo what has happened.”

Steve and Jean were about give up hope of the Captain’s return when they could hear rustling in the distance. Both of them rose to their feet and searched for a hiding place. As they did so, a familiar voice could be heard coming from the direction of the rustling. “Steve? Jean, are you there?” The voice said. It was the Captain.

With much relief, Steve and Jean went to greet the Captain. Both were relieved he was still alive. “How did you get away from those hideous machines?” Jean asked.

“Hideous? Machines?” The Captain asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I mean the Daleks.” Jean replied. “They tried to kill us.” She said.

“What?” Asked the Captain confused. “Oh you mean the Mark 3 Travel Machines? They were the guards of the city.”

“Eh?” said Jean startled. “What are you talking about?”

“The machines you talk about, they were guards preventing you from entering secure areas.”

“By killing us?” Steve asked in disbelief.

“Well that was not really their intention.” The Captain replied.

“It sounded like it to us.” Jean said.

“Yes well, that was a misunderstanding on your part.” The Captain began. “And just because the Doctor claimed they’re bad news, doesn’t mean that they’re hideous, machine-like creatures.”

“Where are Janet and John?” Jean asked changing the subject.

“Oh I left them with Davros, the creator of guards.” The Captain replied. “Come, I’ll take you to him.”

Not sure as to whether this was a good idea or not, Steve and Jean discussed amongst themselves what to do next.

“How did he know we were talking about the Doctor?” Jean asked suspiciously. “I feel he was spying on us. But why?”

“Maybe the Captain is right about these Daleks, or whatever they’re called. Perhaps we misjudged them. I see no reason not to go.” Steve said and then glanced at the Captain. “Look at him,” Steve began, “he looks ok to me.” At this Steve turned and strolled towards the Captain. “Well I’m ready when you are Captain.” Turning back to Jean he said, “Coming Jean?”

Still not 100% with what was happening; Jean gave a nod and followed the Captain and Steve.

Knowing anytime now that the TARDIS was to materialise in an environment occupied by Daleks, I looked in the TARDIS log to see if there was any way I could land the TARDIS without it being seen or heard. In the index file I found a chapter titled ‘The Chameleon Circuitry System’. I opened the chapter and started to read through different modes of materialisation. There was one mode known as a ‘pre-scan’, where the TARDIS could scan an object within the environment, remodel itself prior to materialisation, and land on the chosen object inconspicuously. Setting the controls so the TARDIS would do this, I waited tensely as the TARDIS grew nearer to the end of the time corridor and into the company of the Daleks.

The three crew members had reached the Dalek City, and started to make their way back towards the building they had ventured into earlier. Like before the inside of the building consisted of an empty hall, which had three doors leading off into other areas of the establishment.

“Where are Janet and John?” Steve asked.

Pointing towards the door the Captain had stepped through with Janet and John, he led the way. As they approached, the door automatically opened, revealing the familiar site of the corridor leading to a second door. The Captain entered, leading the others to the door, which opened revealing the lift. As the crew members stepped into the lift, Jean began to ponder to where they were going. The Captain activated the lift by pressing one of the buttons on the control panel, and the crew felt a slight jolt as it started to move. They listened in silence as the lift made its way to the next floor. A second jolt took place as the lift came to a halt. Wondering what the room on the other side of the door looked like, the occupants of the lift waited as the door slid silently open.

Like before, there was a corridor leading to another door. Not being able to accept that they were on a different floor due to similarities between the two, Jean and Steve ventured out of the lift, followed by the Captain, and made their way to the door. On approaching the door, it slid open revealing a room with operating tables in the centre. On the tables were shrouds, which covered human shaped moulds. Surrounding the tables were computers and medical equipment.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Jean asked. “Where are we?” As she finished asking her question, she could hear muffling coming from one of the tables. Wondering what was making the muffling sound; she walked over to the table, and pulled of the shroud. To her horror, it was the Captain strapped down.

“Run Jean run!” He shouted. “It is a trap. For God’s sake run for your life!”

She turned to the other Captain to see if she was seeing things. He stood staring back at her with an emotionless look on his face. She noticed he was holding something. As she looked at his hand, she saw a gun. Realising Steve had not reacted at all by what was going on, she looked towards his direction and saw he was no longer standing, but lying down on the ground unconscious. Just as she was about to react, a build-up of energy could be heard coming from the gun followed by a blue-white glare of a neutronic charge. There was a crackle of high-energy discharge and Jean felt the muscle numbing pain as the rays whipped at her at the speed of light. The rays jerked through her body like a violent electric shock. Her head ached and legs buckled under her as the dark blanket of unconsciousness wrapped around. She slumped to the ground.

19 July 2020 – Mars Station

“I don’t understand it. One minute the ST2020 was there, ready to land, then the next minute it was gone.” Technician Mike Snider said to his assistant Stewart as he continued to look at the radar screen, wondering what had happened to the ST2020.

Just as he picked up the radio transmitter to send a message back to Earth about what had happened, the radar screen flared then faded revealing the familiar mark from where the ST2020 was seen. Not believing his eyes, Mike got back onto radio and attempted once more to get in contact with the ST2020 crew.

“This is technician Mike Snider of Mars Station over.” He said bewildered into the radio.

“Technician Mike Snider, this is Captain Scott Myers of the ST2020 reading you over.” The reply was.

“Is everything alright up there over?” Said Mike concerned.

“Everything is fine. Permission to land over.”

“Err, yes, permission granted. I’ll see you when you have docked over.”

Mike and Stewart vacated their positions and made their way towards the hatch. They approached as the pressure chamber altered its atmosphere to suit that of the station. The sound coming from the chamber during the decompression had ceased. This was followed by the sound of heavy latches as the hatch unlocked. The hatch opened to reveal the five crew members of the ST2020. Mike took a step towards the newcomers.

“Welcome,” he said, “I’m technician Mike Snider and this is my assistant Stewart Summers. I trust you had a…” He paused to the sound of grating on the floor behind the crew. “What’s making that sound?” He asked. “It’s coming from behind you.”

No reply came from any of the crew. Instead they stood motionless before standing to one side of the hatch as though they were letting something past. Mike looked towards the source of the sound, but there was nothing there. The grating sound made its way towards Mike, who felt as a powerful force pushed him back, causing him to fall. Dazed and confused, he watched as out of nowhere, Davros and four Daleks materialised. The sight that stood before Mike made him quickly get up onto his feet and step back a few paces.

“What is this?” He asked in a confused tone as he looked at the Captain.

“You will be silent and do as I tell you!” Davros barked.

Mike looked at Davros, then at the Daleks and finally at the five crew members who stood motionless as though hypnotised and waiting for orders.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 11: Clone and Dalek

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 10:

With curiosity to what the creature of the planet looked like, she reached out to the shroud of the nearest body and pulled it back. Giving off a shriek at the sight, the Captain and John rushed to her side and were horrified to see that the body on the table was of that of Janet’s.

“I don’t believe it.” The Captain said shocked, “What’s going on here?” He paused and turned to the door and beckoned the other two to follow him back to the lift. “Come,” he said, “we’d better go and find the others and get out of here.” At this, all three of the crew made their way to the door.

What the door revealed when it opened made the Captain stop dead in his tracks. His mouth fell open. He tried to speak, but no words came. He sensed that his companions were in the same rigid state of fear that gripped him.

A harsh, grating, mechanical voice ahead of them commanded, “You will move ahead of us and follow my directions. Come this way.” The voice and the creature it belonged to were unbelievable. It was a Dalek, and behind it…three more.

CHAPTER 11: Clone and Dalek

The three crew members were frozen to the spot in terror. The first Dalek glided closer. The single lens of its eye scanned them carefully for weapons. The Captain felt a prickle of fear run down his spine. The Dalek’s arm telescoped out and pressed against his chest, pushing him back against the wall. The enormous strength of the arm forced the air from his body. He gasped and tried to wriggle free. The pressure increased and the Captain thought his ribs would break. He did the only thing he could think of and with one quick movement struck the eyestalk of the Dalek. The powerful strike caused the Dalek to release its pressure on the Captain. In the same instant the Captain yelled to the others to run.

John and Janet did not need telling twice. They all ran, scrambling and stumbling as they raced towards the lift, pushing past the Daleks. The first Dalek recovered from its blow as they covered half the distance. Its stubby gun barrel came up and fired. The corridor was lit by a blue-white glare from the neutronic charge of the gun. There was the crackle of high-energy discharge and the crew felt the muscle numbing pain as the rays whipped past them at the speed of light. The door to the lift took the full impact of the blast. Its surface instantly glowed white with heat and rivulets of molten metal trickled down. Desperately, the Captain reached for the door, and then snatched his burned fingers away with a cry of pain. The neutron rays had welded the door immovably shut. There was no escape. The crew turned to face the Dalek as it advanced slowly down the corridor, its gun pointed unwaveringly towards them. When it fired there was hardly any sound and the light from it was no more than a gentle glow. The Dalek had fired at minimum power, but even with that, the three felt the rays jerk through their bodies like a violent electric shock. Their heads ached and their legs buckled under them as the dark blanket of unconsciousness wrapped around them and they slumped to the ground.

Fifteen minutes had gone by since the ST2020 crew embarked into the building. Commander Steve and Jean arrived back at the entrance hall and waited for the others. They didn’t find anything of interest; just empty rooms that looked as though they were waiting to be furnished. Neither of them could understand why there was such a big building with nothing in it at all.

“I wonder if the room the others went in is as empty as the ones we’ve seen.” Steve said looking at the doors waiting for them to open and the Captain to walk through.

“Probably,” said Jean, “they must’ve found something or else they’d be back by now.”

They waited another few minutes before deciding to see what was taking the others so long. Walking towards the door Steve looked at Jean and said, “Come on, let’s see what they’re up to.”

Wishing that Steve would be more patient rather than going off, Jean just sighed and followed. Like before, the door automatically opened and they saw what the Captain, John and Janet saw. Just as they were about to enter the room, the door on the other side of the corridor started to open.

“What took you…” began Steve who stopped in mid-sentence as he witnessed a Dalek coming out of the door. “What the...?” asked John not knowing what to do next.

“Stay where you are. Do not move or you will be exterminated!” The approaching Dalek said in its usual mechanical tone.

Not wasting any time, Steve quickly turned to Jean and gave the order to run. Both of them ran out of the room, out of the building and carried on running until they were out of the city.

Once outside, they stopped once they felt it was safe. “I don’t know what that thing was, and I didn’t want to find out either.” Steve said gaining his breath.

“The last time I saw something like that was in my last job at U.N.I.T.” Jean said not believing it herself. “They’re known as Daleks; hideous, machine-like creatures. All I know about them is they are bad news and have been defeated a few times by someone known as the Doctor.”

“What? Who?” asked Steve with confusion.

“The Doctor,” Jean began, “was a scientific advisor who worked for the now departed Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart. Apparently this Doctor travelled around time and space in a Police Box.”

“What nonsense,” Steve replied, “it’s absurd.”

“Yes that’s what I thought when I first saw him.” Jean said looking round.

“If this Doctor story is true, let’s hope he comes to our rescue!” Snarled Steve in disbelief.

As the TARDIS grew nearer and nearer to its destination, I watched the scanner as the home planet of the Daleks grew and grew. I could see a faint beam of light coming from the planet travelling in a straight line, and then disappearing into nowhere. I guessed that this was the time corridor created by the Daleks to lure the ST2020 into its drift. Getting used to the controls of the console, I managed to steer the TARDIS so to avoid the corridor. However at the same time, I wished to land the TARDIS close to where the beam was coming from, as I knew the ST2020 and its crew would be nearby. As the TARDIS entered Skaro’s atmosphere, there was a sudden pull of energy. The impact was like a violent tremor sweeping through the room, causing Lisa and myself to regress to the floor. The TARDIS was thrown away from its course, and towards the corridor. No matter how Lisa and I tried, there was nothing we could do. Before we could do anything, the TARDIS was drawn into the time corridor and was making its way to the Dalek City.

Janet was the last to wake. She felt the touch of solid cold metal against her cheek. She could hear the distant sound of computers humming. She tried to sit up, but was held down by some straps. She stared about her as much as she could, and then realised her head too was held down. She could just about see the Captain and John out the corner of her eye.

“Where are we?” Janet asked.

“I think we’re in a laboratory inside the Dalek City.” The Captain replied.

From what Janet could see of the others, they were strapped down on operating tables with sensors attached to their heads. Each table had computers and medical equipment by them carrying out the tasks they were assigned. She could see her clone lying on an operating table next to her. “Somebody please tell me what’s going on.” She wailed with confusion. “What are those hideous machines and why are they doing this to us?”

Tears of fear ran from her eyes and down her cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move within the shadows of the room. Looking in the direction of the moving object, a Dalek with a dome on the skirting replacing features that she had seen earlier glided forward. Stopping by the side of Janet, the top half of the dome slid back revealing the hideous humanoid underneath. Ignoring the scream given off by Janet it said. “So you have decided to wake and join our company have you?” With an expression of what looked like a smile it continued, “Have I got plans for you.”

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Genesis of a Time Lord - Chapter 10: Lost in Space

Written in 1998, Genesis of a Time Lord used the mythology of Doctor Who to educate in a fun way the definition of Cystic Fibrosis.

Join James and find out how he came to know that Cystic Fibrosis is not all it's made to be.

Previously in Chapter 9:

Once again I found myself, with Lisa, setting coordinates in the console room of the TARDIS. Just like the Doctor had said, I managed to find a search panel on the display screen, and just as the Doctor ordered, I typed in the name of the spaceship and the planet that I was to find it on. Again as the Doctor said, the search panel gave me a time span as to when the ship landed on Skaro, and how long it stayed there. Setting the coordinates to the time it arrived on Skaro, the TARDIS was soon ready to go to its destination.

“Are you sure we’ll get away with this?” Lisa asked, “I mean although Borusa knew we had gone on that test flight, I’m still wondering where it was he got the knowledge from.”

“Yes I too have been wondering that. Plus the Doctor knew too.” I said pressing the button to dematerialise.

CHAPTER 10: Lost in Space

24 August 3010 – near Skaro

As the ST2020 space mission explored their new surroundings, no clear explanation could be agreed over what happened to the lost ship. John, the Captain and Commander Steve were soon made to realise that Janet was not able to tell them where they were, as the star constellation they were in had not yet been explored by any space traveller from Earth. Even Scientific Advisor Jean could not give an answer. The first thing John tried to do was to get in contact with Earth, or Mars, which concluded with failure. Unsure what to do next, the Captain decided they would explore the new vicinity and see if there were any planets safe enough for them to land.

19 July 2020 – Mars Station

Back on Mars, the technician who gave the ST2020 permission to land looked at the radar screen in confusion wondering why the ship had suddenly disappeared. Thinking it may have been a fault, he checked the computer system, but saw nothing was at fault. Trying once more to get in contact with the ST2020, this resulted in failure. When he realised the ST2020 had disappeared, he got onto the radio to Earth control to inform them what had happened.

24 August 3010 – near Skaro

Checking the radar screen to see if there were any planets which could possibly support life, John found there was a planet that was emitting signals. An attempt to decipher the signals resulted in failure as the symbols used appeared to be of alien origin. Wondering whether it was safe to land on the red planet, the Captain gave orders to take the ship nearer for a closer look. All that could be seen were mainly wasteland, lifeless looking trees and some hills in the distance. Not far from the hills was a city. Amazed by their findings, the crew tried to get into contact with the occupants of the city, but there was no reply. The crew set to work on landing procedures to land the ship so it would be hidden among the trees to be inconspicuous just in case. With landing procedures complete, the crew changed into their space suits and made their way out of the ship and made their way to the city.

Unknown to the occupants of the ST2020, they were being watched by the Emperor Dalek. Watching the occupants from one of the many monitors stood before him in the control centre of the Dalek City, the Emperor Dalek glided across the floor to some doors, which automatically opened revealing a lift. Gliding into the lift, the doors closed behind him and the lift descended levels deep into the city’s underground to a laboratory. Abandoning the lift, the Emperor Dalek glided across the room to the operating tables, which stood in the centre. On the tables were shrouds covering human shaped moulds. Surrounding the tables were computers and medical equipment, which stood waiting patiently for work to commence. As the Emperor Dalek approached the tables, the front upper half of the large dome resting upon the skirt slid silently back. The head of Davros looked at his latest invention to go with his latest scheme. He watched as the shrouds disintegrated, revealing duplicated bodies of the ST2020 crew. Smiling at his latest plan against Earth, Davros looked at the duplicates, which were waiting to be programmed, before he moved to a monitor by the operating tables that revealed the occupants as seen on the monitors in the control centre.

As Davros looked at the duplicates once more, he said in a serious tone, “Stage one complete,” before he continued to watch the ST2020 crew walk straight into his trap.

As they walked through the lifeless forest, the ST2020 crew were astonished by the destruction brought onto the forest. As Jean Hallow, a scientific advisor, looked closely at some of the trees, she made some small comment, not heard by the others, and then continued walking taking in all that was around them.

“What’s up?” asked Janet noticing the concerned look.

“Something bad happened here.” Jean replied.

“What?” the Captain asked.

“Well I don’t know exactly,” she said, “I think this was caused by some war. A war that ended in a nuclear attack, making these trees the way they are now. As for the soil, the heat must’ve been unbearable for the soil to turn to ash.”

“But are we safe?” asked John. “I mean from radiation.”

“So long as we keep these suits on yes,” she replied. “By the look of things, I’d say this war ended ages ago. Plus,” she continued, “there must be survivors from it all, otherwise we wouldn’t have received the signals we’ve been getting.”

“True.” The Captain said as they continued towards the city.

In the control room of the Dalek City, a small group of Daleks hovered around controls as they kept watch over the five ST2020 crew. Their domes turned to the vibration sound of a door as it slid open, revealing their Emperor, Davros. Leaving their posts, they glided over to Davros knowing they were to receive orders for the capture of the crew.

“You know what to do?” The voice of their Emperor bellowed.

“Yes.” They all said at once in their mechanical tone.

“It is vital that you bring them back alive.” He said with great importance, “Immobilise them if you have to, but do not exterminate!” He concluded.

“We obey.” They said as they departed the room onto their latest mission.

Pleased that his next stage was about to commence, Davros glided over to the monitors and watched as the ST2020 crew came closer and closer to the walls of the city.

On approaching the city, the crew looked on in awe as they witnessed the magnificent architectural design put into the walls.

“This is magnificent,” said Janet with admiration, “I’ve never seen such great structures in all my life.”

As they walked through the entrance of the city walls and into the streets, they looked on at the clean; cut uniform design of the buildings.

“But there’s something missing.” John said looking around. “Where are its occupants? We’ve not seen any people.”

“Yes it does seem a little odd the streets are empty.” The Captain replied.

As they continued down the street, the Captain noticed as a door of one of the buildings that looked like the ‘principal’ of the city silently open. Stopping in his tracks, he pointed the door out to the others. As though they were thinking what he had in mind, they all set off towards the open door to look inside.

Inside the building was an empty entrance hall, which had three doors leading off into other areas of the establishment.

“Even the building is empty.” John said. “Where is everyone?”

Taking note of what John said, the Captain decided to allocate two small groups to explore the secrets held by the closed doors, to see if there were any signs of life within the building they were in. “Right,” he said, “John and Janet will accompany me through this door,” he said pointing to the door on the right, “and you,” he continued as he looked at Steve, “shall go with Jean through that door.” He said pointing to the centre door. “If you don’t find anything within 15 minutes, we shall all meet back here.”

At this the two groups descended to the doors they were destined to go to. As they approached, the doors automatically opened as if to greet them into the new room they were about to venture.

The room that the Captain, John and Janet entered consisted of small corridor leading to a second door. On approaching this door, it opened up to reveal a small room, with a control panel on the inside wall.

“It’s a lift.” Janet said.

“Very well analysed there Janet. What qualification did you use to come up with that conclusion?” The Captain grinned.

Ignoring his sarcastic gesture, Janet stepped into the lift, followed by the others. “Now,” she began, “I wonder where this will take us.” At this she pressed one of the buttons on the control panel, and the door slid shut.

The occupants of the lift felt a slight jolt as it started to move. They listened in silence as the lift made its way to the next floor. A second jolt took place as the lift came to a halt. Wondering what the room on the other side of the door looked like, the occupants waited as the lift door slid silently open.

Like before, there was a corridor leading to another door. Not being able to accept they were on a different floor due to similarities between the two, they ventured out of the lift and made their way across the corridor. On approaching, the doors slid open revealing a room with operating tables in the centre. On the tables were shrouds, which covered human shaped moulds.

“I don’t believe it,” began Janet, “it looks as though we’ve come to a mortuary.”

“Yes but look Janet,” said the Captain, “the moulds on the tables are human shaped.”

“What are these computers?” asked Janet taking a step into the room to take a closer look.

“Careful Janet I don’t like the look of this.” The Captain warned.

“Don’t worry. What harm can these corpses do to us? They’re not going to jump up and grab us now are they?” She said as she went closer to the tables.

With curiosity to what the creature of the planet looked like, she reached out to the shroud of the nearest body and pulled it back. Giving off a shriek at the sight, the Captain and John rushed to her side and were horrified to see that the body on the table was of that of Janet’s.

“I don’t believe it.” The Captain said shocked, “What’s going on here?” He paused and turned to the door and beckoned the other two to follow him back to the lift. “Come,” he said, “we’d better go and find the others and get out of here.” At this, all three of the crew made their way to the door.

What the door revealed when it opened made the Captain stop dead in his tracks. His mouth fell open. He tried to speak, but no words came. He sensed that his companions were in the same rigid state of fear that gripped him.

A harsh, grating, mechanical voice ahead of them commanded, “You will move ahead of us and follow my directions. Come this way.” The voice and the creature it belonged to were unbelievable. It was a Dalek, and behind it…three more.