Jadi was sure he heard the gunshot go off, so he was quite puzzled to find he wasn't dead. He looked about, instead of being in a long corridor he was in a small cramped room and instead of sitting in a corner; he was in a chair, strapped to it. Of the robot that seemed to be Angela, there was no sign. He was about to work on untying his ropes until he realized there was no door and there was no end to the ropes.

 What was happening? Was he hallucinating? Had the blow to the head affected the senses as well as making him woozy and disorientated? Was the Angela-robot real or imaginary? All this was going through his mind, as the room seemed to dissolve again.

 He had given up trying to question the guards and find out what was happening, as the only response was a gruff "quiet" accompanied by a shove in the back. Finally, they arrived at a door. One of the guards knocked on the door and opened it smartly. He waved his gun into the door, suggesting that the Doctor go inside.

 "How very kind of you, thank you," said the Doctor and walked through, one of the guards helped him through with a shove in the back. Inside was a nice looking office. On one wall there was a couch, another a bookshelf, and directly opposite the door was a very neat desk. Sitting at the desk was a man about in his fifties, going bald, moustache, tie, suit -- a typical businessman. The Doctor seemed to take an instant dislike to him and the gun on his belt. Standing smartly to attention beside him was good old Edek.

 The Doctor decided to try to keep the upper hand. "Hello, I'm the Doctor," he said brightly, "I assume that you're the owner of the museum."

 The businessman glared at him. "I am Colonel Mon! You will refer to me as Sir!"

 The Colonel had decided to play devil's advocate. This stranger could possibly be the Doctor, but he could just as easily (and more likely) be a spy for the enemy. Whichever the reason, he couldn't take any chances.

 "Very well, Colonel Mon," continued the Doctor, "What is it that you want me for? I am on a very busy schedule."

 "For the moment, 'Doctor,' if that's who you think you are, you will not be doing anything."

 "Really, and why not?"

 "This is an interrogation. Now, why did you suddenly turn up in the middle of a war against Merabalis?"

 A small bell rang in the Doctor's memory. He was sure he had heard that name before. Everything before he landed in San Francisco that night seemed a bit hazy; the anesthetic Grace gave him disturbed more than the regenerative processes.

 "You will answer all our questions and tell us everything you know."

 "Really, now why do you think I should do that?" the Doctor replied.

 The answer came swiftly. "Because if you don't, you will die."

 "Oh, well, that's a good reason, I suppose."

 "I'm glad you think so," said Colonel Mon.

 "Right then, I'm glad we're getting all this cleared up," said the Doctor cheerfully.

 "That's enough games," replied Mon. "Believe me, if you didn't bring up this many questions, you would be dead in minutes." He patted his gun at his side.

 "Really? I love questions. I'm usually very good at them. Go on, try one on me!" said the Doctor playing for time hoping to jog his memory.

 "First of all, I don't believe you're the Doctor. I think you're a spy for Merabalis."

 "That's not a question! That's an opinion, and a very hasty misjudgment!" exclaimed the Doctor.

 "I don't care. We have records of the Doctor, and none of them bear any resemblance to you."

 "Oh, may I have a look?" he asked and tried to stand. He was quickly pushed down by the two guards that had escorted him into the office and had stood silently at attention behind him.

 "I see we're going to get along famously!" he beamed.

 "I am getting very tired of you, Doctor," said Mon sternly.

 "Oh I'm positively enjoying this!" said the Doctor happily.

 "I'm sure you are!" said Mon

 "Good," said the Doctor. "Now, why don't you think I'm the Doctor? And what is this war all about?"

 "I'm asking the questions!" said Colonel Mon.

 "No, you're not!" exclaimed the Doctor in annoyance. "You haven't asked one yet! All you've done is made a incorrect statement!"

 "I warn you, 'Doctor,' you are beginning to annoy me!"

 "Oh, isn't that nice?" said the Doctor. "Isn't it good that we're all getting along!"

 "QUIET!" thundered Mon.

 "Oh, I'm so sorry, am I interrupting you? Please, go on," said the Doctor.

 Mon groaned inwardly. He was feeling as if the interrogation was getting out of his hands, and not many people could do that. Could this stranger be...?

 "Why do you say you're the Doctor?" Mon asked calmly.

 "Oh good!" cried the Doctor. "A question at last! I must congratulate you, Mon, you are improving. Totally, out of my influence, of course, you mustn't take any credit..."

 "I'm glad you're happy," began Mon.

 "I'm happy you're glad!" replied the Doctor. "I know, this is Terra Alpha!"

 "Answer the question!" boomed Mon.

 "Gladly!" said the Doctor. "What was the question?"

 Mon was about to answer when he realized he'd forgotten what the question was himself.

 "You were going to tell me all about this war, and how you know about me." The Doctor was trying to confuse him more and hoping for a clue to what was happening.

 Suddenly, the door opened and Tern came running in. The Doctor sprang up quickly, before the soldiers could get at him and sprang to Tern's side.

 "Hello, how's your head? I hope you're feeling better. No major damage I hope," he said, helping him to the seat he had just vacated.

 "Oh yes, I'm fine thanks," said Tern, surprised.

 "Oh good, I'm glad to hear it. I'm the Doctor by the way, and you are?"

 "Professor Tern," he replied in awe. "Did you say Doctor?"

 "Yes," said the Doctor. "May I ask what you were doing with a contaminated cryogenics storage crate?"

 "A what?" asked Tern in surprise.

 "Another way of putting it is a big gray box that looks rather old and very cold."

 "What do you know of the Artifact?"

 "Well, that's what I was asking you!" said the Doctor.

 "Excuse me, Professor," said Colonel Mon. "We are running a very important interrogation here and -- "

 "Oh push off, Colonel, there's a good chap," said the Doctor briefly.

 Then he turned back to Tern. The Colonel groaned, thinking back to what he had read in the file. That response seemed very similar to what his ancestors had written about their dealings with the Doctor.

 Eventually he saw, not a light at the and of a dark tunnel, but darkness at the end of a very bright and swirly tunnel. He went through the opening at blinding speed and found himself sprawled on the ground in front of the vortex. The vortex closed behind him, cutting him off from the TARDIS and the Doctor.

 Above him, two soldiers were standing, pointing guns at him, dressed in the same gear that the ones on the other side of the vortex were. Weakly he stood up and put up his hands.

 He wandered about a bit. On various places on the wall, he saw pictures flash on, flicker for a bit then disappear. They were pictures from his past. Some things he loved dearly, others were things he wanted to forget.

 He stepped forward to go through another corridor of this big green brain and almost stepped into a hole in the ground. He hadn't seen it there. He backed off carefully and walked straight into a cul-de-sac. He turned to go back out of the opening.

 Suddenly, before him appeared a strange humanoid robot, different from the last one. It was like a human in a silver catsuit. Instead of a face, it just had a blank shape. It raised its hand and a small disc came flying out of it towards Jadi, who suddenly couldn't move. He knew that when it hit him, he would die.

 Inside there were several displays scattered around, and looked mostly like the rest of the museum. The thing that made the room so awesome was what was in the cases. One had a model that looked similar to the console room in the TARDIS. The only difference was this was white with circles on the walls. The one in the Doctor's TARDIS was very dark and huge, especially the console. Perhaps another Time Lord with a slightly different TARDIS had previously landed here? How would that explain the Police Box door?

 She put that thought aside and moved to the next exhibit. It was a picture of a man in his mid fifties with a shock of white hair, wearing a white frilly shirt under a velvet smoking jacket. Angela thought he looked vaguely familiar. Underneath the picture was a button. She pressed it and a speaker above the picture piped up.

 *Jo, I just reversed the polarity of the neutron flow, so the planet's power supply should be working properly,* said a voice, presumably the man in the photo.

 *Oh, that's great, Doctor!* said another voice, a girl's voice that seemed slightly scatterbrained.

 Wait a moment, did she say 'Doctor'? That wasn't the Doctor Angela knew.

 Could it be that there was more than one? She saw a small sign attached underneath the picture, covered in dust. She wiped the dust away to read it.

 *The Doctor, the visitor from another time who helped our planet in the time of need. Between him and our Lady Josephine, he gave us a great new power source to replace the old, dying source, which had been mysteriously drained. Before he left in his space/time machine, the TARDIS, he promised to return.*

 Angela's mouth fell open. It was the Doctor. He must have come here long before she and the others had joined the TARDIS. She wondered if he had come here on purpose. Thinking the Doctor should know about this, she turned to leave, where she was faced by a muscular young man in very scruffy rags he used for clothes. She turned around and saw another man, similarly dressed. They advanced toward her.

 WHERE IS ANGELA? asked a voice.

 Jadi looked around. It seemed as if the walls themselves were speaking. On the other hand, was it in his own head? Its voice was very mechanical and had an unusual quality of being both male and female.

 "How do you know about Angela?" asked Jadi.

 YOU CRIED OUT TO HER AS WE RAN A BRAIN CHECK ON YOU, came the response. WE KNOW THAT YOU ARE ASSOCIATED WITH THE ONE KNOWN AS THE DOCTOR AND ARE SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH THE HUMANOID CALLED ANGELA. WHERE IS ANGELA?

 Jadi ran out of the cul-de-sac. He was suddenly thrown back by orange energy bolts that went across the tunnel. He picked himself up and looked at the walls. "What do you want?"

 WHERE IS ANGELA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THE DOCTOR?

 "A while. Who are you?"

 WHERE IS THE DOCTOR'S TARDIS?

 "How did you know about the TARDIS?" asked Jadi.

 WHERE IS THE TARDIS? asked the voice again.

 "Why, why do you want to know?"

 YOU WILL TELL ME! screeched the voice. YOU WILL TELL ME, YOU WILL TELL ME!

 "Why? If I tell you, you will only use it against me!" cried Jadi.

 YOU WILL TELL ME! the voice screeched again.

 "No!" screeched Jadi back. He wasn't enjoying this trip very much.

 IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME, said the voice somewhat more calmly, YOU WILL BE DESTROYED.

 "Then you'll have to go ahead and destroy me," retorted Jadi.

 It was a retort that he would soon live to regret as the robot reappeared, lifted a strange type of blaster and fired it.

 Sitting at his desk, he saw Edek come through the door with two cups of coffee in his hands. The Doctor had sent him off for coffee for himself and Tern.

 "Sir," said Edek. "The shuttle carrying your new advisors has just landed."

 "Thank you, Edek," replied Mon. "I'll meet them immediately. Stay and make sure this 'Doctor' doesn't cause any trouble."

 "Sir!" said Edek as he tried to salute with a cup of coffee in his hands.

 He then walked over to the Doctor to give him his coffee. Mon shook his head, left his office, and briskly walked off in the direction of the shuttle bay.

 When he got there, he saw several people running about, preparing the just landed shuttle for it's next flight. A soldier came up to him followed by two people.

 "Sir! Here are the two advisors you requested," cried the soldier.

 Mon looked at the two advisors carefully. They were a man and a woman. The woman was wearing a black coat with strange bits of metal all over it, on the top of a white shirt. On the back of the coat, the word 'Ace!' was written in big red letters. She was a tall and slender woman who had red hair and freckles across the bridge of her nose. She looked about thirty years old and in charge. The man seemed to look familiar. He was wearing a chocolate brown coat with a paisley scarf over the top of a pullover decorated with question marks. He had checkerboard pants on and had a straw hat on his head. He was twirling a black umbrella with a red question mark handle. He had blonde hair (that couldn't be natural as his skin was dark as night) and looked about forty-five years old. He was the one he had seen in the galactic news that was traveling all over space looking for proof of the Doctor's existence.

 "Good afternoon!" said the woman politely. She had a strange accent. "I am Professor Von Wer, and this is my associate Professor Henderson. We are from the Historical Institute of Terra. We are experts in the field of the Doctor's mythology. I believe you have one for us."

 He brought his mind back to what was happening. Tern was still talking about his latest find. From what the Doctor could gather, they had picked it up floating in space and was scanning it to find out what it was. Tern was most disturbed that it had been stolen from them whilst they were unconscious.

 "Maybe it's for the best," said the Doctor. "After all, it was contaminated and could have wiped out the entire planet."

 "Yes, but now I shall never know what was in it!" cried Tern. "I shan't be able to sleep tonight."

 "Well, why don't we go and have a look at the crime scene?" suggested the Doctor and he started for the door. "Come on."

 "Oh, no, you don't!" said Edek, stepping between them and the door. "You will remain here until the Colonel comes back"

 "For goodness sake, Edek!" cried Tern, "Can't you understand that this person is here to help? We have to go to my laboratory!"

 "I have my orders!" said Edek.

 "Yes, I see," said the Doctor, and suddenly grabbed his arm in a complex way and threw him onto his back. The Doctor then calmly opened the door.

 "How -- how -- how did you do that?" asked Tern in surprise.

 "Venusian Karate!" said the Doctor triumphantly. "It's very effective. Come on, let's go before he wakes up."

 "The other Doctor that came here did that sort of thing also," said Tern to himself. "Could he be...?"

 "My lady," said one of the soldiers; "this boy was caught coming out of the portal to Dirac."

 "Oh, how interesting," said a voice from the throne. It was very smooth, almost catlike. "The Doctor's assistant, come to visit me."

 The person leant forward. It was a nice woman, in her fifties. She did look as if she was somewhat overweight, very jolly, the perfect grandmother. She had dark hair, a Roman type nose and was wearing a bright blue dress. Very nice, like a plump, nice, granny.

 Then Wil, who was beginning to like this woman already, looked into her eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul, the Doctor had once said to him, and he hoped that it wasn't true in this case. The eyes he saw were pure evil. Not evil, like the cranky old lady down the street or even like the Master, but evil as if she was born evil and nothing could change or destroy her. Wil had a sudden urge to run, but was held fast by the soldiers beside him.

 "I am the Gord! You will do well to remember that!" she said, nicely. Then she laughed an evil laugh that made Wil scream with terror.

 TO BE CONTINUED...