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Part One: Come Sail Away “ANSWERS WILL NOT BE GIVEN.” The Doctor was having a dream. She knew she was having a dream. She could tell. Colours were too vivid or too dull. The location swept away from familiar location to familiar location. There was a severe amount of disconcertion. “IT IS ALL DIFFERENT NOW.” The grotesque feeling of familiarity would not abate. Grocery store, now. She was in one. The shelves were all empty, every single bit of them, but the freezers weren’t off. It was cold. Cold for a dream. “OLDER. OLDER. WE GROW HARDY, STRONG, FROM THE WEATHER. IT DOES NOT UPROOT THAT WHICH IS AND NEVER IS.” Who was talking to her?? They were ancient, guttural, the voice of someone who smoked too much in their youth. No more grocery store. Now she was in UNIT, her old laboratory. Jo Jones (at this time, Grant) was sitting on the desk, not at it, on it, young and beautiful, wearing her hair down in a frizzy knotty mess. Jo Jones whispered to her, in a voice uniquely unlike her own: “

  The Second Doctor Adventures: James Robert McCrimmon And the award for the “what were they thinking naming this boxset” goes to— I initially wondered why The Second Doctor Adventures even bothered with doing a continuation past War Games if they were going to jump back and immediately do more Jamie stories again. There are so few Second Doctor stories that even attempt to give him a life beyond Jamie, that one of the previous set’s redeeming features was that it was at the very least, new for the Second Doctor — a figure we had never seen before travel alone. Indeed, for that matter, Raven does the job as a new and unique companion in a way that we’ve never really had before. She’s Ollistra meets Catwoman, a strange and sensual villainess that the Doctor has to put up with. Why bother with anyone else?? At the very least, James Robert McCrimmon (what is WRONG with just saying volume 2 or Return of Jamie, this set does not deserve a subtitle, Jamie's name is not a theme) does seem

Part One: Every Breath You Take The Planet Rigel VII The Day It Began Rigel Seven had talent. It was the name of the show. Not a metaphorical show, the TV show, or at least the equivalent form of entertainment streamed as holovid across the cosmos. Of course Rigel VII had talent - America and Britain had Talent and they were tiny little Countries. Rigel Seven was a planet, thought Mr. Hedgewick. It had to be something pretty special. Load times bigger, so there had to be loads more talent, right?? He certainly supposed so. He liked to think he was talented. Liked to think he had something to benefit society from being in it. That he could play the Spoons, or Sing, or weld Metal into Daffodils like that one feller. But we all know the truth about talent shows isn’t the quality of performance in one way - it’s the quality of performance in another. Saying it could change your life. Telling your sob story. Everyone had a sob story, and you could always get more points if you were reall