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What if… Doctor Who were made in America?

Tumblr user Smug Mode reimagined Doctor Who with American actors (Classic Who | Nu Who). We’re taking this concept a bit further, pretending Doctor Who is produced by British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) counterpart National Educational Television (NET), which got replaced by Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) in 1970. Unlike the BBC, NET/PBS didn’t produce the shows they broadcast. Production history for this exercise is based on The Outer Limits, Science Fiction Theatre and The Twilight Zone, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica and others.

Unlike the underfunded BBC, NET got $6M/year from the Ford Foundation in their quest to become a 4th major network. Since the rest of their programming was news and documentaries, NET would have plenty of cash to develop Doctor Who. The show would be broadcast as a prime time drama, each season being 25-30 hour-long episodes (with a budget of $185,000 per episode.)

American actors were chosen to match their BBC counterparts as close as possible. Selection criteria included age, resume and availability for Doctor regeneration episodes. My fantasy studio is Desilu Productions, with show runners Outer Limits creator Leslie Stevens and Star Trek creator Gene Roddenberry. Rod Serling wasn’t available.

Hope you enjoy this series of executive, obsessive and speculative fan fiction. Determining our best American Doctor is this context is a slow, deliberate process. We’ll post our selections soon as they’re ready. Check here regularly. In the meantime, your feedback and comments are welcome.

Real American Doctors
The First: Ray Walston
The Second: Leslie Nielsen
The Third: James Garner
The Fourth: Barry Newman
The Fifth: Mark Harmon
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The Power of Three: Pertwee Is the Best

The twelfth Doctor might be “revisiting an old favorite.”

photo: comparison of young Jon Pertwee and Arthur Darvill
Did the Time Lords base the third Doctor’s face on Rory Williams?

Jon Pertwee is my favorite Doctor (1970–1974). His performance was fueled with 50 years of life experience. As a Naval Intelligence officer in WWII (along with Ian Fleming), Jon reported directly to Winston Churchill:

“I did all sorts of incredible things. Teaching commandos how to use escapology equipment, compasses in brass buttons, secret maps in white cotton handkerchiefs, pipes you could smoke that also fired a .22 bullet.”

The third Doctor reflected Jon’s love of gadgets. Exiled on Earth by the Time Lords, he passed the timey-wimey building new technology. This aspect has been picked up by new Doctors 10 (the machine that goes “DING!”), 11 (constant TARDIS repairs) and 12 (hacked technology in “The Caretaker“). The Doctor’s favorite working project was the canary-yellow Edwardian roadster “Bessie.” Based on a 1940s Ford Popular chassis, Bessie was the perfect replacement for his TARDIS (itself a junker when he stole it).

FYI: Jon started acting after the war, eventually appearing in Will Any Gentleman…? with William Hartnell in 1953.

In spite of the magician’s outfit he wore as a joke, Pertwee insisted on portraying the role more seriously than his immediate predecessor Patrick Troughton (who left the show with co-stars and main production team). He wanted his Doctor to be a heroic, charming and technically savvy man of action…sort of a middle-aged James Bond.

Partners in Crime

Jon Pertwee as the Doctor (Spearhead from Space)
Can’t get away: The Doctor discovers his TARDIS is broken in “Spearhead from Space”

This Doctor empowered his companions. As scientific lead of UNIT, Liz Shaw was initially skeptical of his alien origins. He charmed her with his technical abilities (and his mischievous attempt to escape with a disabled TARDIS) in “Spearhead from Space.” Comparatively, Jo Grant was a bimbo who wore a satin choker when introducing herself as his new assistant in “Terror of the Autons.” Her character grew; she was talking the Doctor out of dumb ideas by “Carnival of Monsters.” Sarah Jane Smith was even more skeptical, leading a guerrilla attack against a medieval-Sontaran alliance in “The Time Warrior.”

His relationship with Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart developed as well. Stuck on Earth against his will, the Doctor childishly lashed out on the Brig. Played brilliantly by Nicholas Courtney, he endured the Doctor’s tantrums with unflappable grace. This run was the foundation of their friendship for future regenerations.

The Next Doctor

Perhaps the exile (the longest time he’s had to stay in one place until reboot episodes “The Power of Three” and “Time of the Doctor“) cemented the Doctor’s love of humanity. In “The Ark in Space”, the fourth Doctor says “It may be irrational of me, but human beings are quite my favorite species.” Why does he go through extreme measures to save Earth? I think he wants to keep us alive long enough to realize our potential.

photo: Roger Delgado and John Simm as the Master
The Master Degenerated (in my humble opinion): Roger Delgado, John Simm

Tom Baker as the fourth Doctor was my favorite since 1980 (David Tennant was a close second). Watching Jon Pertwee in “The Three Doctors” changed that. Pertwee fans would think Tom Baker was too young and goofy. Roger Delgado‘s performance as the Master in “Mind of Evil“, “Terror of the Autons” and “The Sea Devils” ruined John Simm’s Master for me (Derek Jacobi’s performance at the end of “Utopia” came close to the old Master).

This era had its silly moments. By today’s standards, a 55-year-old hero flipping stunt men half his age with Venusian Aikido is as hilarious as Captain Kirk’s fake judo on Star Trek. The Bug-eyed monsters and special effects make suspension of disbelief almost impossible. For a wholesome BBC kid’s show with no budget, Doctor Who is extraordinarily well written and conceived. Tom Baker’s madman antics won me over as an 18-year-old discovering the show from Starlog magazine. As a middle-aged man today, Jon Pertwee is the best.

Best of the Best

Presented in order of original broadcast:

Spearhead From Space
This is the debut of the third Doctor, Liz Shaw, the Autons, UNIT as a regular character, and first episode shown in color. Having no memory of his forced regeneration and exile, he stops Nestene fron conquering Earth with Autons. The plot inspired “Rose,” first episode of the 2005 reboot.
Inferno
A drilling project called Inferno digs through the Earth’s crust to get energy. Inferno’s director chooses production over safety, with catastrophic consequences. The serial drags on for 7 episodes, but the parallell universe the Doctor gets thrown into is gold. Nicholas Courtney gets to play a heroic and fascist Brigadier.
Terror of the Autons
The Nestene Consciousness makes their second attempt at invading Earth with Autons. This series debuts the Master (played brilliantly by Roger Delgado) and Jo Grant as the Doctor’s new companion.
The Mind of Evil
The Doctor encounters a prison reform technique inspired by A Clockwork Orange. He speaks Chinese in one scene, first time using an Earth language other than English (with subtitles). The cast is brilliant, but Roger Delgado steals the show as the Master.
The Three Doctors
In this first ever multi-Doctor story, the Time Lords unite the Doctors against Omega’s anti-matter plot to destroy the universe. The real pleasure is the chemistry between Troughton and Pertwee. It’s also the first use of “Oh, you redecorated. I don’t like it.” William Hartnell was too weak to stand at this point, but still managed to slam his future selves “a dandy and a clown.”
Carnival Of Monsters
The Doctor’s trapped in a miniature carnival of aliens, and characters are trapped in an endless loop of their own actions. First episode of a shrunken TARDIS (followed up by “Logopolis” and “Flatline“), first performance by Ian Marter (future Harry Sullivan), and the Time Lords end the Doctor’s exile to Earth. Everything before the Bug-eyed monsters appear is fantastic.
The Green Death
The environmentalist/anti-corporate themes are a bit rushed and underdeveloped, but Jon got to flex his comedy chops with a variety of disguises and funny voices. The serial ends with Jo Grant leaving the Doctor for Professor Jones. He looks as heartbroken at her engagement party as David Tennant explaining his lost companions at the end of “The Next Doctor.”
The Time Warrior
A lone Sontaran warrior, seeking to repair his space ship and leave Earth of the Middle Ages, gives advanced weapons to bandits. This introduces Sontarans (who are more terrifying and sadistic than in modern episodes), Sarah Jane Smith (who mistakenly thinks the Doctor is part of the Sontaran plot, organizes a guerilla attack) and the name of the Doctor’s home planet Gallifrey.
Planet Of The Spiders
The final Jon Pertwee story. There’s a lot of filler in this 6-episode story, but it wraps up a few loose ends (the blue crystal he stole from Metebelis Three in “The Green Death”). It also introduces Buddhist themes and the term “regeneration.” Sarah Jane Smith is a brilliant companion, and the Doctor shows his finest character traits…even while facing his own death.
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Cornell University: TARDIS Travel Might Be Possible

“Traversable Achronal Retrograde Domains In Spacetime”, written by physicists Ben Tippett and David Tsang (2013), suggests the TARDIS is scientifically possible.

Joshua Filmer (From Quarks to Quasars):

“In order for a TARDIS to function, it needs to exist in a universe where the construction of closed timelike curves (CTCs) is possible. A closed timelike curve is defined by instances where the time dimension curves back on itself creating a closed loop. Hypothetically speaking, you could get in this loop (or build one around yourself) and travel forward and backwards in time at will.”

I can’t even pretend to understand that. Hoping the summmary straight from the authors (Cornell University Library, General Relativity and Quantum Cosmology) is better. Take it away, Benjamin K. Tippett, David Tsang (Cornell University Library):

“The purpose of this paper is to propose such a spacetime geometry which emulates what a layperson would describe as a time machine. In our geometry, a bubble of curvature travels along a closed trajectory. The inside of the bubble is Rindler spacetime, and the exterior is Minkowski spacetime. Accelerating observers inside of the bubble travel along closed timelike curves. The walls of the bubble are generated with matter which violates the classical energy conditions. We refer to such a bubble as a Traversable Achronal Retrograde Domain In Spacetime.”

Hmmm…maybe the brighter Whovians can make sense of this.

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Ivar, Timewalker is a violent Doctor Who

Chris Sims for Comics Alliance:

“Ivar explains that pens and sunglasses always go missing because we’re constantly surrounded by wormholes through time that suck them in when we’re not looking.”

That’s enough for me. But wait, there’s more…

“Ivar shoots Horatio Nelson dead at the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805 (In our history, Nelson was killed by a French sniper). While there’s still a trace of that whimsical Doctor Who-inspired friendliness to the character, he suddenly becomes something a little more unknowable and a little more terrifying, a little harder to relate to.”

I never understood the Doctor’s aversion to violence, especially considering the scale of his opponents. Kate Stewart and War Doctor were right to sacrifice millions for billions in “The Day of the Doctor“. So was Harriet Jones in “The Christmas Invasion“. The Doctor must’ve learned something by Season 8’s “Mummy on the Orient Express“:

“I couldn’t save Quell, I couldn’t save Moorhouse. There was a good chance that [Maisie would] die too. At which point, I would have just moved onto the next, and the next, until I beat it. Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones. But you still have to choose.”

Ivar, Timewalker (Fred Van Lente, Clayton Henry, Brian Reber, published by Valiant Comics) exposes everything right and wrong with Doctor Who, while being its own story.

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The Science of Time: The Doctor Is Right

Jesse McDougall for GOOD Magazine:

“The Doctor is right. The speed at which time passes is both variable and malleable. We can speed it up. We can slow it down. In fact, you do so every day without even knowing it.”

Excellent article from 2013. McDougall does a great job of using the physics of time, gravity, and Einstein’s theory of relativity to make spacetime soup.

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Introducing Helen Mirren as The Doctor (2011)

El Condensador de Fluzo (English from Google Translate):

And it seems great choice as Helen Mirren is possibly one of the few people in the world who has an Oscar, a Golden Globe, a BAFTA and Screen Actors Guild Award for the same performance. And of course, he is British.

Excellent idea, as I’m sure Jeffery Joll would agree. El Condensador also references Joanna Lumley as the 13th Doctor in “Doctor Who and the Curse of Fatal Death“, a 1999 Comic Relief parody. Check out his original Spanish blog (or this Google Translation to English).

“Helen Mirren as The War Doctor” collage by David Marshall, inspired by El Condensador.

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Death in Heaven: How To Beat the Cybermen

How the heck did Danny Pink and the Brig reverse full Cyberman conversion in “Death in Heaven“? Most failures were during the conversion process (Toberman “Tomb of the Cybermen“, Commander Lytton “Attack of the Cybermen“, Mercy Hartigan “The Next Doctor“, the Doctor “Nightmare in Silver“, Craig Owens “Closing Time“). The only pre-“Death in Heaven” full-conversion failure I can think of is Yvonne Hartman in “Doomsday“.

The No-Prize Solution

Steven Moffat never specified where the material to build the new Cybermen came from. They were obviously built in a hurry with faulty material, allowing a higher failure percentage. To put it another way, they don’t make Cybermen like they used to.

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A Visit from The Doctor

The Toyota Prius skidded around the corner and came to a stop in front of FrankenTech headquarters. Smoke came out of the driver’s side door as it popped open, a young dark-haired girl tumbling out onto the sidewalk waving her hand in front of her face while coughing.

“Doctor! I think we’re going to have to stay here for a while. I don’t think that the TA−”

“Yes, Susan, I think everyone in the general vicinity should know the name of our ship.”

The driver was a woman, blonde, probably in her fifties and a little bit taller than the girl. She was dressed in formal business attire, as if about to perform some serious corporate raid within the offices. Susan reached into the back seat of the car, pulled out a briefcase and a coat and handed it to the woman.

“That’s a good granddaughter now step back. I just hope that smoke doesn’t indicate any damage to the Chameleon Circuit. It’s been acting up lately.” The woman looked around, saw no one, then pressed a button on her wand-like device. The car shook, rattled, then shrank to the size of a toy. Susan put it in her pocket. “Now, we have a mutant to see!”

“Really Grandmama?”

“Yes, I received a strong psychic message in a dream last night.” She raised her finger in the air dramatically, “there is a problem here that needs our attention!”

They walked through the revolving doors into the large glass-enclosed lobby of the FrankenTech World Headquarters. Susan read from a small device in her hand. “FrankenTech is a rather successful small corporation that has sprung up out of nowhere in just under a year. They have several major patents from their founder Dr. Peter Franken, hence the name FrankenTech. Not much more is known about the company except that they constructed this building very quickly and have been growing at an incredible rate ever since.”

“Hmmmm, sounds like an evil operation,” mused the Doctor. “Most corporations start slowly. When they grow quickly it is rarely a sign of connection to a higher power. This can’t be good.”

“Shouldn’t we do more research, Grandmama? This could be a trap!”

“We’ll let them think it is a trap, then turn it around on them!”

A tall blonde woman was standing off to the right looking straight ahead, moving her fingers in the air as if practicing a piano. Susan pointed her out. “Look Grandmama, a crazy woman, maybe we can talk to her.”

They walked over to her and the Doctor smiled, “May I help you young lady? I’m the doctor. Would you like to sit down?

“Oh no. I’m just typing a report on a virtual computer.” She tapped her head. “People think I’m nuts all the time. Give me just a second …” She returned to her typing. “There! All done!” She let her arms fall to her sides, then looked up in shock. “Oh my god … Susan … Susan Forman?”

“How do you know my name?”

The tall blonde looked at the other woman, “But … who are … you? NO! You can’t be! Not THE Doctor.”

The woman next to Susan looked at her and then at the tall blonde and then back at Susan. “Well, I AM a doctor, yes, yes, that is true.”

“Yes,” agreed Susan, “my grandmother IS a doctor. Correct me if I am wrong, but this is the end of the twentieth century? It is common for women to be doctors, isn’t it Grandmama?”

“Of course it is Susan. I think this young woman does need to sit down. Perhaps she does need a doctor? Perhaps a hospital? Perhaps a psychiatric hospital? I hear that the Boston area has many fine hospitals in the twenty−”

“It’s the twenty-first century for Christ sake! It’s two thousand and−”

The Doctor moved in closer and put her hand over the woman’s mouth, “No sense in causing a scene. Lets talk. There is more to you then you let on. Where we can talk in private?”

The tall blonde shook her head and the Doctor removed her hand. “My name is Christina Vortex, I work here. Let’s use my office. It’s not safe, but nowhere is and there isn’t much time so let’s go!”

Soon they were in her fourth floor office, a pleasant one with a nice view of the Charles River. Christina tapped a few keys in the air, “I was just ordering tea for us, though in a hurry we can always make time for tea.”

“Tea would be wonderful!” said the Doctor and Susan shook her head in agreement.

“How convenient!” said the Doctor, “I should install one of those. What do you think, Susan?”

“I don’t know Grandmama, we shouldn’t muck about with computers in our heads.”

Christina frowned, “I’d give anything to spend about a week chatting with you, but we have an emergency! Our computer system is under attack!”

“Oh really!” said the Doctor. “A virus?”

“Well … yes and no. Look at the screen here.” She turned and a very large image was projected on the wall next to them as the lights dimmed. A huge room with banks of computers that looked like…”

“Bee hives?” Said the Doctor.

“Yes!” answered Vortex. In the basement we have the most advanced computer server farm in the world. No one outside the company knows about it.” The projection showed small creatures swimming in the liquid around the boxes.

“Ahhh, I see your problem!” Exclaimed the Doctor. “Susan, remember the people on that world with the computer core? They had the same problem?”

“Ohh, I see your problem,” exclaimed the Doctor, moving closer to the screen. “Susan remember the people with the computer system that filled the core of their world?”

“Oh yes! They had that infestation! Ewwww, very nasty! But didn’t they end up−”

“Yes … yes, but I’ve had time to think it over and I am sure that we won’t have to destroy an entire planet to solve the problem this time!”

Vortex went white in the face. “She’s just trying to be funny, right?”

The Doctor stood up, waving her arms. “Oh, of course! Don’t worry, child! Get us some SCUBA gear and your Piranha problem will be gone in a jiffy!

“Piranha problem?”

“Data Piranhas! Nasty little creatures but not too difficult to get rid of if you know how. Right Susan?”

Susan looked worried for a moment and then smiled at Vortex, “Sure Grandmama, just like on Trilex Seven.”

She led the Doctor and Susan to the computer room door, standing near them as they put on their wet suits and checked the breathing gear.

“I have clearance from our CEO for you to fix this. He doesn’t know who you are, and would only interrupt you with a million questions if he did.”

“Why in Odin’s name would he have any interest in me?” asked the Doctor as she finished putting on her air tank. Susan also looked confused.

Vortex shook her head and waved her hands, “never mind, it’s too complicated! I won’t be able to tell him about any of this because he’ll kill me for not telling him WHO you are. Hee, hee, hee.” She started laughing and bent over. The Doctor and Susan put their hands on their hips and stared at her.

“Susan, I think we need to get you back to a more reasonable time period after this is over and get you into a proper school.”

Vortex straightened up with a look of wonder. “Oh! I have a suggestion! The spring of 1963, England! Susan will get a wonderful education there and it is a wonderful stable environment and you will fit in there, I promise! It is … just the place to start off a new adventure, a new life for yourselves!”

Standing in their wetsuits, the Doctor and Susan looked off into the distance. “Yes! That does sound like a very good idea Miss Vortex, food for thought! Thank you. Now, Susan, once again into battle we go!”

“Doctor, it was a pleasure meeting you,” said Christina as she shook Susan’s hand.

She did the same for the Doctor but, while holding her hand, pulled her close, bent her over and kissed her on the mouth with passion. When she pulled her back up the Doctor frowned. “Sorry Doctor but I had to. No self-respecting girl could pass up a chance to lock lips with you, even in your current incarnation.”

She turned and pointed at the viewing windows, “As you noted earlier, because of the appearance of the computers in the room we call it ‘The Hive’. The liquid isn’t water, but a type of mineral oil. It won’t hurt you, but swallowing it might give you a tummy ache.”

The Doctor shook her head while putting on the SCUBA mask, showing her displeasure. “Certainly Miss Vortex.” Grumbled the Doctor.

“Oh, don’t be mad at me, please Doctor! I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”

“Oh all right Miss Vortex, you are forgiven!

The Doctor and Susan entered the Hive. Once they were in, Vortex pressurized the door. A warning bell sounded. Over the intercom Vortex said, “The door is sealed. The chamber will fill with mineral oil. When it is ready, the other door will automatically open and you can enter. You might get swarmed by Data Piranhas.”

“Yes?”

“You have the ship, right?”

She held up the tiny car and replied, “Right here.”

“Good. Now follow the plan to the letter. It will look bad, but there is no other way.”

“Yes Grandmama.”

The mineral oil rose over their heads, the alarm sounded and the door opened.

An eerie green light flooded the Hive. The rows of computer boxes seemed to trail off into infinity. The Doctor and Susan looked back at Miss Vortex, who pointed to their right.

What looked like a cloud formed in the distance, becoming larger as it moved toward them. Susan moved back to the corner with the window to her back, and allowed the small model car to fall to the floor of The Hive keeping her eyes on it. The Doctor swam toward the approaching swarm.

The Data Piranhas did not increase in size as they got closer. They were only tiny bits of matter and they attacked the Doctor who swam away from Susan to draw them away. On cue she focused on the tiny model car as it landed on the floor of The Hive.

Suddenly in place of the tiny car a tall, blue box appeared. It looked something like an old wooden telephone booth and was styled after a 1960s London police box. Susan had expected a car but the call box was likely since they were thinking of going to England in the 1960s, the TARDIS Chameleon Circuit had made it’s choice.

The cloud, sensing the vast computing power of the TARDIS swarmed it in seconds as the Doctor swam over next to Susan in front of the window. Both of them gave a ‘V’ symbol with finger to Vortex on the other side of the glass. She returned a thumbs up.

Then a low hum began to fill the air that Christina could feel in her chest. She bent over in pain. The Doctor waved frantically at her to get away from the glass as she grabbed Susan. Vortex ran down the hall and jumped through the doorway into the adjoining hallway and closed the water tight door behind her just as she heard a low thumping sound from the other side of the door.

The warning panel beside her informed her that The Hive had gone critical. The supposedly unbreakable transparent aluminum had broken allowing the mineral oil to flood the hallway. A protective metal wall came down within nanoseconds of the transparent aluminum’s rupture and The Hive was already almost entirely refilled with mineral oil to prevent the computers from overheating. The panel beside her also informed her that in just a few minutes the hallway would be drained of the oil and she would be able to re-enter.

She looked at the panel, “Security will be here in twenty-three minutes, wonderful.” A bell sounded and she opened the door and walked back into the hallway, stepping over squares of oily glass. Laying on the floor were the Doctor and Susan, their wetsuits cut and bloody but they were both moving and getting up.

The Doctor removed her mouth piece and mask to reveal that her hair had turned white. “Plan A failed, looks like Plan B is going to have to be put into play. At least we won’t have to deal with those silly little car doors.” She stood up and helped Susan up. “Ready?”

They both walked over to the entrance to The Hive and the Doctor turned back to Vortex a second time. “I’m afraid this will be the final goodbye Christina. If we fail this time I don’t see any escape for us. And if we do fail I don’t hold out much hope for the rest of you, only a rather large thermonuclear device would be able to stop these creatures and doubt that you have−”

Christina Vortex sadly nodded, “Yeah, we got one right underneath The Hive. My boss can be very paranoid. So if you fail there will be a final solution. Not to put any pressure on you.”

“All right then!” said the Doctor, slapping her oily hands together, “Then we have no other option Susan, we must succeed with plan B! Onward!” They went into the chamber and pulled it shut behind them.

Vortex went to a computer view screen to watch as the Doctor and Susan returned to The Hive. A few of the front servers were damaged but otherwise there was little destruction. The TARDIS was undamaged. As before, Susan swam toward the blue box and the Doctor swam away from it, drawing a dark swarm again.

The black cloud swarmed the Doctor until she could no longer be seen. Within the blackness, a bright explosion blew the Data Piranhas away from the unmoving, glowing shape of the Doctor. Then the agitated swarm turned to attack Susan but the doors of the TARDIS opened allowing the Data Piranhas inside.

Following the swarm, Susan took the Doctor’s glowing body inside. The blue box floated in the liquid for what seemed an eternity and then the doors opened again. Susan floated out with a clear cube in hand. Inside was a swarm of tiny black dots, the Data Piranhas imprisoned! She gave Christina the V sign and with a final wave returned to the TARDIS, closing the doors behind her. A creaking, wheezing mechanical sound filled the room, then faded away. Christina Vortex fell to her knees and cried.

“My god …” she whispered as she sat with her back to the wall. “… that sound … so beautiful.” She raised her hands and began to type. Through her tears, she wrote the fictitious report telling her boss how she single-handedly resolved the strange data problem in The Hive.

The End

“A Visit from the Doctor” collage by David Marshall, inspired by Pete Zale.

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On the Road to New Who’s Tenth Anniversary: Rose-Colored Dream

In the quiet, evening light, Ginny drifts to the sound of the TARDIS on take-off. Earlier today she was a clerk at a department store, but tonight she will travel with a madman in a box. The television flickers all of time and space into her bedroom, and she imagines herself as Rose Tyler. The sound of the alarm clock that wakens Rose in the streaming episode is a hypnotic trigger that sends Ginny deeper into the vortex of her own timeline.

One moment she is lying on her back, tucked in by comforter and blanket while she watches Rose grab purse and lunch, and toss a good-bye over her shoulder to her Mum. Then, in an instant, she wakes up on the floor of the TARDIS. Staring up into the bright lights of the console tower, she vaguely makes out the shape of the Doctor. She can tell he is agitated by the tone of his mumbling. The only word that Ginny can wholly understand is ‘baby.’ The Doctor stumbles around the console, trips over Ginny and continues muttering about the Silence. She watches, wonders why he’s so obsessed with silence. He stops. Starts. Stops. Looks back over his shoulder.

“Oh, hi. So who are you?” He goes back to pressing buttons and manipulating levers.

Ginny props herself up on one arm, shields her eyes with the free hand, “Rose” she says, “Rose Tyler.”

“Well, a name is fine, but who are you Rose Tyler?”

She shakes her head, tries to orient herself to the inside of the TARDIS: “Just a shop girl. A tired shop girl.”

“Hmmmm, nobody is ‘just.’ I’m the Doctor. I’m not yet sure how you appeared on the floor of my ship, but you’re here now and there’s no turning back. We’re off to rescue an infant! Though I’ve no idea whose infant or why.”

Rose raises herself to a seated position then pulls herself up to standing by grabbing onto the console. Everything looks familiar to her. “I’ve seen you on television,” she says, “haven’t I?”

The Doctor looks amused. “Really? On the telly? I am rather fantastic, aren’t I?”

Rose doesn’t understand, decides that it wouldn’t progress matters to probe the question. “I lost a baby two years ago. Odd,” she says, “her name is Rose too.” She pauses for a moment, “Or, is that a story I know from someone else?” Rose rubs at her temple. Brain freeze, she thinks.

He glances over at her then faces her full on. His eyes scan her from the top of her head down to her toes. He picks up his sonic screwdriver and uses it to scan her a second time. “There are no coincidences Rose. Maybe the baby I’m looking for is yours. Or, you.”

At that moment the TARDIS lands with a lurch. Rose startles and the Doctor strides to the door. “After you Miss Rose Tyler.”

Outside of the TARDIS, daylight jolts Rose from reverie to high alert. In front of her is a house that looks disturbingly familiar. Standing on the lawn is a woman in a skirted business suit holding a cell phone to her ear. She turns and waves at the Doctor, ending her phone call.

“Glad to see you got my message,” said Kate Stewart, of Unified Intelligence Taskforce.

“Of course, UNIT calls and I answer immediately. Your wish is my command, dear Kate.” The Doctor grins. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you! Now, what’s this important flutter about a baby?”

“Yes, well a baby is missing, but I’m more concerned about who may have taken the baby. The parents cannot seem to remember anything. They have a feeling that something had been watching them for a while, but no concrete information to give us. You understand what I’m thinking, yes?”

“The Silence…” started the Doctor

“Yes,” said Kate while Rose wondered, again, what the hullabaloo over silence could be. “Why, Doctor, would they want this baby?” Kate finished.

“Bad Wolf.” The two words came up from deep in Rose’s throat. Stunned by her own strange outburst, Rose clapped a hand over her mouth. Kate and the Doctor looked at her in surprise. “Wha…” Kate began.

“I scanned Rose when she arrived in the TARDIS. She appeared out of thin air. I’m certain that the baby we’re looking for is Rose,” revealed the Doctor.

“Could someone please explain to me what’s happening?” asked Rose.

“Sure. You’re you. But you may not have been you if Kate and I weren’t here to get you back from the Silence.”

Rose stared over the shoulder of the Doctor to a man and a woman sitting on the porch of the house. They appeared to be consoling each other. She rubbed her temple. Odd, she thought, I’ve an ice-cream headache that won’t go away and I haven’t eaten any ice-cream. She continued to rub her temple and asked “Would they be my parents?”

“If what the Doctor says is accurate, then yes,” said Kate. “The lost baby’s name is Rose. Her parents are inconsolable. Now may not be the best time to spring your adulthood on them. Don’t you think Doctor?”

“I’m not worried about talking to them right now or introducing Rose to them. You’ve got professionals to help them deal with the loss and the ongoing search. Let’s go into the house, Kate. Show me what you’ve discovered.”

“Doctor,” Kate said, “somehow this baby’s abduction has everything to do with you, doesn’t it?”

“Us,” said the Doctor pointing to Rose. “It has everything to do with us.”

Inside, the house was in chaos. UNIT personnel had a makeshift control center set up in the living room. LED light poured from computer screens, phones rang, and a large white board, covered in written bullet points and pictures of a baby, had been hung on one wall. A monitor scrolled through up-to-the-moment pictures of each room of the house. Rose watched the pictures. The kitchen, bathrooms, the basement, bedrooms, and the attic all represented, all apparently fit with security cameras.

“Doctor,” she said, “Can we take a tour of the house?”

The Doctor was in the midst of a conversation with a young man seated at a computer. He used his finger as a pointer and poked it at the screen while talking about cracks in the universe. “Not now, Rose. Why don’t you go into the kitchen and get yourself some coffee.”

“But I want to make myself useful.”

“We’ll tour the house in a short while. You can come along then.” said the Doctor somewhat absent-mindedly.

Rose shrugged and wandered off toward the kitchen. She found coffee and an assortment of baked goods. On the other side of the kitchen island she noticed a narrow stairway beyond an open door, decided she wasn’t hungry and made a beeline for the stairs. Once she was a step up, she turned around and pulled the door shut. She didn’t want anyone trying to stop her. At the top of the stairs Rose found what appeared to be a room used for nothing more than storage. Rose shivered. It was oddly cold in the room. She walked over to a file cabinet and opened the top drawer. While she was rifling through folders, she caught sight of a dark shape out of the corner of her eye. She shivered again, then went back to rifling, forgetting. When she turned from the file cabinet she found herself face-to-face with a tall creature in a black suit. She jumped back and let out a screech. He cocked his head at an angle and told Rose to bring the Doctor to this room. She turned and ran for the stairs then through the kitchen and back into the living room.

As she tumbled in, the Doctor noticed she had gone pale. “All right Rose Tyler?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure, fine,” Rose replied.

“Then why are you stumbling about all out of breath?

“Huh,” Rose said. “I guess…well I guess I don’t know. I feel a bit foggy and unsettled.” She shook her head in an attempt to clear the fog. “I think I need that coffee.”

The Doctor followed her into the kitchen. He wanted to take time to ask her questions about herself and how she ended up on the TARDIS floor when he noticed the stairway that Rose had gone up earlier and walked over to the doorway.

“I’ve been up there. Not much there but some file cabinets,” Rose said.

“Ok,” the Doctor said and walked to the coffee pot, “later.” He poured himself a cup of coffee, placed it on the counter and then looked straight at Rose.

“Why do they want to take you Rose?” Rose shrugged. “Tell me about your parents,” the Doctor said. “Maybe there’s some type of a clue in who they are or what they do.”

“Nawww. My parents?” Rose asked. “They’re just simple folk. Well, my Dad isn’t really all that simple. He invents things. I always thought they were interesting things, but no one else did apparently. He never sold any of his inventions, though he tried.”

“Tried?” asked the Doctor. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he died in a car accident.” Rose said. “We should go up those stairs, Doctor. You should probably look in those file cabinets.”

“Nahhhhhh,” the Doctor began. “I want to learn more about you.”

“I can answer all your questions while you’re looking through those files!”

“Oh, ok. Let’s go up then,” said the Doctor.

As they walked up the stairs, they heard a baby crying. Rose glanced over at the Doctor. The Doctor seemed to take the sound of the baby in stride.

“Did you hear that?” asked Rose.

“What?” asked the Doctor. “You mean the baby crying. Yeah, of course I heard that. I’m surprised it took so long for me to hear the baby. We are here, after all, because of a missing baby.”

“True,” said Rose. “But we didn’t think the baby would be in this house.”

“You girls from London. Always thinking you know what’s what,” the doctor said through a grin. “I knew the baby would be in the house. We’re here. If the baby were not here in the house, we would not be here.”

At that moment they heard the baby cry again and hurried up the stairs. A Silent met them at the top. The Doctor stared at him hard, keeping his eyes focused. “Where is the baby?” he demanded.

“In exchange for you, Doctor, the baby will be given back,” uttered the Silent.

“Right. No,” said the Doctor and walked beyond the Silent toward the baby’s cry. Rose followed. The Doctor handed her a black marker. “What’s this for?” she asked.

“Every time you see a tall alien in a dark suit, put a tally mark on you. I want us to keep track of when we see them.” Rose shook her head in confusion. “The Silence erase your memory,” said the Doctor. “You are only aware of them when you look at them. When you look away they are forgotten.”

They found another door on the other side of the room. When they opened it they saw a cradle suspended over a vat. The cradle swung precariously as the baby moved around. It was only a matter of time before the cradle tipped too far and the baby fell out and into the vat below. “Acid,” said the Doctor.

“If that baby falls into the acid, what will happen to me?” asked Rose.

“You’ll cease to exist. Poof. You’ll disappear, timeline erased,” said the Doctor.

“How comforting,” said Rose. “Let’s get that baby down!” She turned and yelped. A group of Silents had entered the room. Marker ready, she wrote down the tally on her arm.

The Doctor had climbed on a chair and was busy examining the rope structure suspending the cradle. He did not look back, but called to Rose, “Don’t take your eyes off them!” At that moment, UNIT personnel burst into the room: Silents scattered, Rose screamed, and the Doctor took a spill from the chair he’d been standing on. His sonic screwdriver rolled away and across the floor. A passing Silent picked it up, then strode from the room.

Kate followed the UNIT personnel. “We hear the baby crying. That baby could not have been in this house the entire time we’ve been here!” she exclaimed. “And why was this room not fit with a security camera!”

“You’re right, the baby was not here the entire time. I would imagine that the Silence brought her here once I arrived. Rose, look at your arm. How many tally marks are there?” The Doctor asked while crawling around on the floor.

“Ten,” Rose gasped. “What are you doing crawling around on the floor?”

“Looking for my sonic screwdriver, I dropped it when I fell. Kate, the Silence is here now. We need to keep an eye on the cradle so it’s not taken while we look away.”

At that moment, a UNIT member shouted, “A rope’s been cut, the cradle is going to tip over!” No one remembered seeing the rope cut, but out of the corner of her eye, Rose had seen a Silent and marked it on her arm.

“Eleven tally marks,” she said to the Doctor.

A UNIT member appeared with a ladder, the cradle tipped further, so far to the side that everyone could see the baby now. The Doctor scrambled to get the ladder set up, but as he began to climb he saw a Silent reach for the baby, pull it from the cradle before the Doctor could, and hold it high above the vat. “Don’t stop looking,” the Doctor called out. “Don’t…stop!”

UNIT members rushed the Silent, their eyes trained on him. The Silent’s grip released on the baby and she flew up into the air and tumbled down toward the roiling vat of acid. The Doctor grabbed a round table top, grinning and whooping “you gotta love storage rooms” and placed it over the vat. He reached over the table top and grabbed the baby’s sleeper with one hand, while the other hand flew up and under her armpit.

“Got her!” he cheered, drawing her close to his body and shielding her. UNIT members surrounded him to aid in protection.

“Silence will fall,” they heard a guttural voice proclaim.

The Doctor’s sonic screwdriver rolled across the floor and stopped at his feet. “Thanks for that,” he said as he bent to pick it up.

“Thirteen tally marks!” called Rose.

“And no more tonight,” said the Doctor. “Let’s get baby Rose back to her parents.”

“She is me,” Rose said with wonder. “I have seen pictures of me in this sleeper. Can I hold her?”

“Unfortunately not. The paradox would bring harm to both of you,” said the Doctor as he carried baby Rose downstairs.

Rose’s parents were standing in the kitchen. They had been alerted that the baby was in the house and would be retrieved soon. When the Doctor walked through the doorway holding the baby, their tears began to flow.

“How can we ever thank all of you?” they gushed.

“You already have,” said the Doctor. “Baby Rose is special. She will grow up to travel to distant places and do great things in this wibbly-wobbly universe,” he said with a wink to Rose. “Your daughter will scatter her words throughout time and space.” Rose’s parents stared at him blankly, then returned to hugging the infant. The Doctor said his good-byes to Kate and other UNIT members and began to make his way out of the house to the TARDIS.

“C’mon,” he waved to Rose, “It’s time to get you back home.” Rose was fixated on her parents. She wanted to say something to acknowledge her Mum and Dad, but words would not come. She took a step closer and reached a hand out toward her Mum, but her parents were locked in their group hug, baby Rose smashed between the two of them. Rose decided it best not to interrupt. She turned and followed the Doctor, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Home,” Rose whispered as she stepped inside the TARDIS. She looked around and knew that she felt oddly at rest in this traveling ship that was bigger on the inside. “I don’t want to go home.”

“For tonight, Rose. You’ll be back in the TARDIS again. I’ll take you to distant stars, beautiful and tragic planets. You’re going to have a good year, Rose Tyler, a very good year.”

The sleepy Ginny vaguely heard the credits of the episode she had been watching. She rolled over on her side, stretched long like a cat, and peered cautiously out of half-closed eyes. On the hardwood floor next to the bed she noticed a pile of what looked like soot or ash. What on earth is that, she wondered. Wait, she thought, that looks like the ash left from the dream crabs in “The Last Christmas.” She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. The last of the credits were rolling off the screen. Ginny remembered seeing the Doctor. Slowly the dream images began to come back.

“Wow,” she said out loud. “That was wild. I was Rose Tyler. I was the Doctor’s companion, how timey-wimey and wibbly-wobbly. And dream crabs are real.”

She turned off the television, settled back beneath her blanket and comforter and smiled. Bad Wolf, she said softly to herself. As she drifted off for the night, she heard the sound of the TARDIS on take-off.

The End

“Rose-colored Dream” collage by David Marshall. Silents tally mark image uncredited (if you know the artist, please tell us!) Baby Rose screenshot from “Father’s Day”

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On the Road to New Who’s Tenth Anniversary

The first episode of Classic Doctor Who aired in 1963, then saw two plus decades of air time ending in 1989. After a failed attempt to bring the series back in 1996 with a television movie, the BBC rebooted the program with Russell T. Davies at the helm as showrunner and head writer on March 26, 2005. In millions of homes, Billie Piper (alongside Christopher Eccleston as the 9th Doctor) burst onto the screen in “Rose” as the Doctor’s new companion. The show is ingrained in British culture and has become a world-wide phenomenon and a cult favorite. Recently, Russell T. Davies said “It’s now impossible for it to ever be axed. It’s certainly heading that way. Could you imagine if it was axed now? There would be uproar in the streets. Twitter would be set on fire.”

Indeed, the recently completed Series 8 with Peter Capaldi debuting as the 12th Doctor, was viewed by 30% more Americans than the previous series (Moffat, November, 2014). The term “Whovian” may be on its way into Webster’s and the words Time and Relative Dimension in Space are synonymous with a time-traveling vehicle. I cannot help but wonder what H.G. Wells would have to say. Or, perhaps he has been feeding Who writers. After all we saw a similar feat occur in “Blink” (Series 3, Episode 10).

As the tenth anniversary for New Who nears, there has been ongoing speculation as to whether there will be a celebration. Radio Times reported that Russell T. Davies was approached by the BBC to participate in the tenth anniversary. Davies’ answer was a resounding no. Currently, Davies keeps very busy with his new venture, Cucumber, Tofu, and Banana, a serialized drama examining gay life in Britain. While his focus and commitment to his new project is understandable, the fandom certainly loses.

Davies’ contention is that Doctor Who recently celebrated its 50th anniversary and a tenth anniversary the following year is confusing. On November 23, 2013, BBC aired “The Day of the Doctor” to mark the 50th. A New Who tenth anniversary special would air a mere 16 months later. However, with the first episode of Series 9 another 8 months away, many Whovians would welcome the oasis of a celebration amidst the desert of empty months after “Last Christmas“, which aired on December 25, 2014. When Steven Moffat, Who’s current showrunner and head writer, was asked in August of 2014 about a tenth anniversary special, he indicated that a special would not occur, “unless” he said, “I’m lying.” Ironically lying has been a theme in Moffat’s Series 8.

So what’s a Whovian to do as the March New Who tenth anniversary approaches and thirst for the Doctor increases? The Doctor Who Hub on facebook is hosting “Rose” Day. Many may choose to join this event and watch Series 1, Episode 1 “Rose” in celebration. Others may host house parties offering Who episodes for viewing, and yet others may find Who-related events at nearby pubs. How do you plan on celebrating New Who’s tenth?

Who Fact: Russell T. Davies and David Tennant chose to leave Doctor Who at the same time (2009). When Davies was asked if he would write an episode for Tennant’s successor, Matt Smith, his reply was: “Absolutely none. I wouldn’t want to write a single word for him. When he appears, every word will be written by Steven Moffat. He’s Steven’s, and Matt’s, character.” (Undated interview with Russell Davies and David Tennant on david-tennant.com)