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No. 1, Gallows Gate Road. Part Two. Written bởi Rupert Laight. Illustrations bởi Brian Williamson.
The Doctor heard a distant voice. A young woman. 'Is he all right?'
'He still looks very pale,' đã đưa ý kiến another voice. 'Hold on, I think he's coming round.'
The Doctor sat up, and reality span into focus. 'I'm fine now,' he said, still on the floor bởi the front door. 'I think I won the battle.' And he began to recognise the residents of Gallows Gate Road - Miss Gibbs, the Major and the rest - as they looked down. 'One of bạn is an alien!'
A few giây of deathly hush followed before the hall echoed with worried chatter.
'He must still be woozy,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington.
'Barking mad!' đã đưa ý kiến the Major.
The Doctor scrambled to his feet and looked out of the window. 'It's getting dark. How long was I out?'
'A couple of hours,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann. 'What happened?'
'Bit hard to explain. But never mind that, there's work to do!' The Doctor pushed through the small crowd and took hold of Robert's arm. 'Come on, Robby-boy, we're searching this house from attic to basement!'
'No bạn are not!' insisted Mrs Mann. 'My house does not need searching!'
'It certainly does,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor firmly, finding his sonic cái vặn vít, tuốc nơ vít still in his hand and shaking it at Mrs Mann. And he started up the stairs.
'Well I never,' đã đưa ý kiến Major Woolly. Upstairs, the Doctor slammed into the Major's bedroom.
'What are we looking for?' panted Robert, struggling to keep up.
'There's an alien intelligence hiding in this house, and it's very powerful. When I tried to leave, it almost consumed me. Took all my mental reserves to beat it back.'
Robert watched in amazement as the Doctor activated his sonic cái vặn vít, tuốc nơ vít and swept its beam across each tường in turn.
'And if I know my alien intelligences, which I do,' continued the Doctor, 'there's a thêm than fair chance it's hiding inside another life form.'
'You mean... one of us? Like the Major? hoặc Mother?' He paused. 'Or me?'
'I'm sorry, Rob, but anything's possible,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor, putting on his glasses. 'Still, I'm here to help. Whatever happens next.' He stared around him. 'Now, help me search. We're looking for anything that seems out of place.
'Or out of time,' đã đưa ý kiến Robert.
'You're catching on,' beamed the Doctor, as he flung open the doors of Major Woolly's wardrobe. 'I knew you'd understand.'
Over the tiếp theo few hours, Robert helped his friend explore every inch of every bedroom. The Doctor cheerily dismissed complaints from Mrs Mann and her guests with the wave of what appeared to be a warrant from the Ministry of War.
After the bedrooms, they checked the dining room and the drawing room. Still the Doctor seemed to find no clues. Then they went downstairs to the basement, the domain of Mrs Baxter, which she ruled like a dictator.
'What bạn doing in here?' boomed the cook, as soon the Doctor and Robert entered the kitchen. 'I'm trying to make a mứt roly-poly.'
'We won't get in the way of your roly-poly,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor.
Robert eyed Mrs Baxter accusingly. 'We're searching for aliens.'
'Germans, bạn mean?'
'No. The ones from outer space.'
Mrs Baxter rolled her eyes and went back to work, while Robert explored the kitchen.
'I think I'd like to be a chef when I grow up,' he muttered, eyeing Mrs Baxter's collection of knives. 'Head chef at The Ritz, in fact.'
But the Doctor seemed not to be listening. He was on his hands and knees. 'Look!' he shouted.
Robert bent down to see what the Doctor was staring at.
Just above the skirting board, the plaster was cracked and crumbling. The Doctor crawled further along the length of the wall. 'It's here too,' he said. 'And here!'
'What's so strange?' asked Robert. 'The back tường of the house is full of cracks like that.'
The Doctor stood up. 'I've been blind,' he said. 'Let's go! It's time to end this!'
Major Woolly tapped his watch. 'This is insufferable, Doctor,' he said. 'First bạn accuse one of us of being a spy, then bạn ransack our rooms, and now you're encroaching on dinner!'
'Never mind all that,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor, turning to address a full dining room. He'd summoned every member of the household to a meeting, Robert at his side. 'You're all in deadly danger. A force in this house is sucking away your potential, like a sponge absorbs water, and not one of bạn is capable of the teensiest hint of motivation hoặc - '
'How dare you!' interrupted the Major. 'I could walk out that front door this very một phút and achieve anything I put my mind to. We all could.'
'Go on then!' urged the Doctor.
'It's after six,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington quietly. 'Everything will be shut.'
'Major, bạn should be back in the Army. I know that's where your tim, trái tim is. Why else keep your uniform so neatly pressed? Miss Sillington, you're a fantastic painter, so why not paint? And you, Clive, could write that novel. bạn wouldn't be alone if Miss Gibbs finally found the willpower to express her true feelings. And even Mrs Baxter could have her pig in the country.'
Six shocked faces gaped back at him, but the Doctor continued, lowering his voice slightly.
'And as for you, Mrs Mann, bạn can't even have that cây in the back garden cut down. A cây that steals your light and makes bạn miserable every time bạn look at it.' He stared at them sternly. 'You're all brilliant, wonderful people, but not one of bạn has the strength to follow your dreams. And there's a reason for that.'
'More talk of dark forces?' sighed Mrs Mann.
'Not just talk. It's here amongst you.'
The room erupted into confused chatter.
'If I'm correct,' the Doctor continued, 'this force is stealing your ambition and using it. I've felt it myself.'
'You haven't đã đưa ý kiến anything about me, Doctor,' ventured Robert. 'What about me?'
'You're different to everyone else here,' replied the Doctor.
Miss Sillington gasped. 'You don't mean that Robert is... the alien?'
'Of course not. What's important about Robert is that he's completely unaffected. And that's why he's been such a help to me.' He turned to the lad. 'It hasn't touched bạn because you're young. bạn haven't made up your mind about what bạn want to be in life. There's no specific ambition to hone in on.'
'Yes there is,' protested the lad. 'I want to be an escapologist.'
'You wanted to be a chef half an giờ ago,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor. 'But that's great. There's no reason bạn should make up your mind. You've got years ahead - and a trillion possibilities to choose from.' The Doctor ruffled Robert's hair. 'Though I must say I'm glad you've dropped the chef idea. Hard work and terrible money.'
'Then if it's someone here,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Baxter, 'who is it?'
The residents of No.1 Gallows Gate Road eyed one another suspiciously.
'It's not any of you,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor, marching over to the doors that led into the garden. He pushed them open and stepped outside. An icy gust of wind blew through the room.
'Where's he going now?' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann.
'Deuced if I know,' replied the Major.
In the garden, the Doctor stared up at the enormous oak. It was dark, but a full moon illuminated everything. There was silence, bar a steady tap-tap-tap on the bedroom windows as the highest branches of the cây swayed in the chill wind.
Robert appeared at the Doctor's elbow. 'Those cracks in the basement wall,' he said. 'They're caused bởi the tree.'
'Exactly! Its roots are digging into the foundations, spreading further every day, and claiming the house.'
'You're saying our villain is a tree?' The Major was standing behind them with the other residents.
'It's a nuisance, keeping me awake at night,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington, 'but I wouldn't call it villainous.'
'It was the subject of your last painting,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor. 'You'd produced amazing stuff for years, then bạn moved in here, managed one picture and gave up.'
The Doctor took a step deeper into the garden, then winced and put a hand to his head. 'Can't bạn feel it? An intelligent parasite. It needs the energy of others to live. And this is a particularly vicious example. I've seen something like it before. On Esto, in the Lagoon Nebula.' He pointed into the sky. 'Somewhere over there.'
Robert gazed toward the stars as the Doctor continued.
'These parasites inhabit the longest-lived life form on any world they visit. They don't have a physical shape of their own, so they need an anchor. They're really just squiggly waves of psychic force.' The Doctor took another step phía trước, chuyển tiếp and clutched his head again, clearly in pain. 'Fetch an axe, Robert.'
'Don't bạn dare!' cried Mrs Mann.
'Ignore her, Rob.' The Doctor stared at the landlady. 'If it's so harmless, then what are bạn afraid of? You've already đã đưa ý kiến how much bạn want it cut down.'
Mrs Mann stomped over to the vast oak cây and stood in front of it, arms outstretched. 'You are not touching poor old Lofty!'
'This cây is trang chủ to an alien parasite,' protested the Doctor. 'And I reckon it has been for hundreds of years. Miss Sillington told me there have always been stories about this house. I should have realised then it hadn't possessed a human. That cây has been here far longer than any of you, any of these buildings even. And think of the name of the street.'
'Gallows Gate Road,' đã đưa ý kiến Clive. 'In the Eighteenth Century, criminals convicted bởi the Kent magistrates were executed somewhere near here.'
'Near here?' repeated the Doctor. 'Where do bạn think the hangman slung his rope? This place has always been trang chủ to misery and loss. The force inhabiting that cây has been feeding off human potential for centuries.'
Robert emerged from the garden shed, carrying an axe. He held it out to the Doctor.
'I don't think it'll let me any closer,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor. 'You're a big boy now, Rob. bạn can handle it, can't you?'
'I suppose so,' đã đưa ý kiến Robert nervously.
'Don't!' bellowed his mother.
'It's n-not a good idea,' stammered Miss Sillington.
'I wouldn't if I were you, my boy,' đã đưa ý kiến the Major.
The residents edged towards Robert, but the Doctor strode between them. 'It's for your own good!' he cried. Then he turned to Robert. 'Chop it down! You're the only one who can!'
Robert hefted the axe high into the air.
'Noooo!' wailed the others.
It crashed down, cutting deep into the trunk.
The Doctor and the rest staggered, struggling to remain on their feet. Then they stared up in horror.
'What's that?' cried Mrs Baxter.
From the cây came a vast, luminous green imprint of itself - a ghostly silhouette that hovered above the small crowd and let out a deafening shriek.
'It's the entity leaving,' cried the Doctor over the din. 'Keep going, Rob!'
Robert let the axe fall again and again into the trunk's open wound.
The terrifying shape was twisting into a swirling vortex, which sent a vicious wind whipping about the house. It was so strong the residents could hardly keep their footing.
Miss Sillington gripped onto the Major. 'I feel strange,' she said.
'Here, let me have a go,' đã đưa ý kiến Mr Plympton, and he waded phía trước, chuyển tiếp and grabbed the axe from Robert.
He was followed bởi the Major, who took his turn enthusiastically chopping, the strange green energy whipping about him all the while.
Blow after blow rained down and the cây creaked and splintered.
It was then that the whirlwind began to lose its strength, and with a final piercing howl it was sucked in upon itself, until just a single ball of light hovered over the Doctor, and then disappeared.
The Doctor collapsed.
The Major passed the axe to Mrs Mann. 'All yours, dear lady. Finish him off!'
Laughing, the landlady delivered the final chop, and with a deafening crack, the cây fell, crashing down across the garden and two thêm besides.
Then there was silence.
Eventually, the residents began chattering amongst themselves, in a way they hadn't done the whole time the Doctor had been with them. It was as if a light had been turned on and they saw one another - and themselves - for the first time.
The Doctor staggered to his feet and rubbed his head.
'The thing in the cây - is it dead?' asked Miss Sillington.
'I don't think it can be killed. It's just fled to another host. As I said, it inhabits the oldest life form around. And right here, right now... that's me.'
Miss Sillington looked at the Doctor, clearly confused.
'I'm 904, bạn know,' he said.
Later that night, the guests of No.1 Gallows Gate Road were once again gathered around the dining table. A crackling ngọn lửa, chữa cháy blazed in the hearth.
'Let us raise a glass to the Doctor,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann.
Everyone lifted their glasses. 'To the Doctor,' they đã đưa ý kiến with one voice.
'I'm not sure if I can accept everything bạn told us, Doctor,' đã đưa ý kiến Major Woolly. 'But I must say I haven't felt this much get-up-and-go in years.'
'I'll một giây that,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington. She wore her hat, now decorated with leaves from the fallen oak tree.
'I can't believe all this stuff about aliens either,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann, 'and goodness knows how I'll explain that mess outside to the neighbours, but I finally feel able to make some changes around here.'
'And I'm signing up on Monday,' đã đưa ý kiến the Major. 'Even a duffer like me might be of some use. If only to the trang chủ Guard.'
'Good for you,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor.
'I'm already making notes for my novel,' đã đưa ý kiến Clive, tapping a notebook in his áo khoác pocket.
'And I'm going to get back to my painting,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington. 'I fancy doing a portrait. Maybe someone famous even. I could do one of you, Doctor.'
The Doctor smiled warmly, but remained silent.
'You are staying on, aren't you?' asked the elderly woman nervously.
At that moment, Mrs Baxter burst in carrying a huge bowl of stew. 'And don't ask what I had to do to get this little lot,' she said, placing the dish proudly on the table.
'It looks lovely, Bertha,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann.
'Now, it's not that I don't like it here,' đã đưa ý kiến the cook. 'but come January I've fixed to di chuyển down to my sister's in Bridport.'
'You're leaving us?' asked Miss Gibbs.
'Now don't try talking me out of it because when I make up my mind...' She trailed off as if waiting for someone to protest. But no one did. 'I'll fetch the bánh mỳ, bánh mì and bơ then,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Baxter, sighing and shuffling out.
And whilst most of the guests were busy helping themselves to portions of stew, the Doctor noticed Clive Plympton give Miss Gibbs a coy smile. Her face lit up with happiness.
The Doctor chuckled quietly to himself and glanced around the table. Robert was shovelling forkfuls of thực phẩm into his mouth.
'I definitely know now what I want to be when I'm older,' he said.
The Doctor couldn't help but smile proudly. 'It's not all fun being a time traveller,' he said. 'But I'm very flattered, Robby-boy.'
Robert frowned. 'I don't want to be like you, silly!' He flicked a glance towards the garden. 'I want to be a lumberjack.'
The Doctor closed the front door of No.1 Gallows Gate Road behind him, having slipped away when nobody was looking.
Across the đường phố, street stood the TARDIS.
As he unlocked the door and went in, the Doctor wondered, and not for the first time, if his ship had somehow sensed the alien parasite. One thing he knew for sure though was that he couldn't keep it locked up in his mind forever. The TARDIS's telepathic circuits would help flush it out into the Time Vortex. That was one place where it couldn't do any thêm harm.
In the moonlit street, a battered blue box let out a wheezing and groaning sound, and then slowly vanished into the night.
THE END
Thanks for reading! Happy Holidays!
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Also, if bạn can't access the site, part one of this story can be found here:
link
No. 1, Gallows Gate Road. Part Two. Written bởi Rupert Laight. Illustrations bởi Brian Williamson.
The Doctor heard a distant voice. A young woman. 'Is he all right?'
'He still looks very pale,' đã đưa ý kiến another voice. 'Hold on, I think he's coming round.'
The Doctor sat up, and reality span into focus. 'I'm fine now,' he said, still on the floor bởi the front door. 'I think I won the battle.' And he began to recognise the residents of Gallows Gate Road - Miss Gibbs, the Major and the rest - as they looked down. 'One of bạn is an alien!'
A few giây of deathly hush followed before the hall echoed with worried chatter.
'He must still be woozy,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington.
'Barking mad!' đã đưa ý kiến the Major.
The Doctor scrambled to his feet and looked out of the window. 'It's getting dark. How long was I out?'
'A couple of hours,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann. 'What happened?'
'Bit hard to explain. But never mind that, there's work to do!' The Doctor pushed through the small crowd and took hold of Robert's arm. 'Come on, Robby-boy, we're searching this house from attic to basement!'
'No bạn are not!' insisted Mrs Mann. 'My house does not need searching!'
'It certainly does,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor firmly, finding his sonic cái vặn vít, tuốc nơ vít still in his hand and shaking it at Mrs Mann. And he started up the stairs.
'Well I never,' đã đưa ý kiến Major Woolly. Upstairs, the Doctor slammed into the Major's bedroom.
'What are we looking for?' panted Robert, struggling to keep up.
'There's an alien intelligence hiding in this house, and it's very powerful. When I tried to leave, it almost consumed me. Took all my mental reserves to beat it back.'
Robert watched in amazement as the Doctor activated his sonic cái vặn vít, tuốc nơ vít and swept its beam across each tường in turn.
'And if I know my alien intelligences, which I do,' continued the Doctor, 'there's a thêm than fair chance it's hiding inside another life form.'
'You mean... one of us? Like the Major? hoặc Mother?' He paused. 'Or me?'
'I'm sorry, Rob, but anything's possible,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor, putting on his glasses. 'Still, I'm here to help. Whatever happens next.' He stared around him. 'Now, help me search. We're looking for anything that seems out of place.
'Or out of time,' đã đưa ý kiến Robert.
'You're catching on,' beamed the Doctor, as he flung open the doors of Major Woolly's wardrobe. 'I knew you'd understand.'
Over the tiếp theo few hours, Robert helped his friend explore every inch of every bedroom. The Doctor cheerily dismissed complaints from Mrs Mann and her guests with the wave of what appeared to be a warrant from the Ministry of War.
After the bedrooms, they checked the dining room and the drawing room. Still the Doctor seemed to find no clues. Then they went downstairs to the basement, the domain of Mrs Baxter, which she ruled like a dictator.
'What bạn doing in here?' boomed the cook, as soon the Doctor and Robert entered the kitchen. 'I'm trying to make a mứt roly-poly.'
'We won't get in the way of your roly-poly,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor.
Robert eyed Mrs Baxter accusingly. 'We're searching for aliens.'
'Germans, bạn mean?'
'No. The ones from outer space.'
Mrs Baxter rolled her eyes and went back to work, while Robert explored the kitchen.
'I think I'd like to be a chef when I grow up,' he muttered, eyeing Mrs Baxter's collection of knives. 'Head chef at The Ritz, in fact.'
But the Doctor seemed not to be listening. He was on his hands and knees. 'Look!' he shouted.
Robert bent down to see what the Doctor was staring at.
Just above the skirting board, the plaster was cracked and crumbling. The Doctor crawled further along the length of the wall. 'It's here too,' he said. 'And here!'
'What's so strange?' asked Robert. 'The back tường of the house is full of cracks like that.'
The Doctor stood up. 'I've been blind,' he said. 'Let's go! It's time to end this!'
Major Woolly tapped his watch. 'This is insufferable, Doctor,' he said. 'First bạn accuse one of us of being a spy, then bạn ransack our rooms, and now you're encroaching on dinner!'
'Never mind all that,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor, turning to address a full dining room. He'd summoned every member of the household to a meeting, Robert at his side. 'You're all in deadly danger. A force in this house is sucking away your potential, like a sponge absorbs water, and not one of bạn is capable of the teensiest hint of motivation hoặc - '
'How dare you!' interrupted the Major. 'I could walk out that front door this very một phút and achieve anything I put my mind to. We all could.'
'Go on then!' urged the Doctor.
'It's after six,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington quietly. 'Everything will be shut.'
'Major, bạn should be back in the Army. I know that's where your tim, trái tim is. Why else keep your uniform so neatly pressed? Miss Sillington, you're a fantastic painter, so why not paint? And you, Clive, could write that novel. bạn wouldn't be alone if Miss Gibbs finally found the willpower to express her true feelings. And even Mrs Baxter could have her pig in the country.'
Six shocked faces gaped back at him, but the Doctor continued, lowering his voice slightly.
'And as for you, Mrs Mann, bạn can't even have that cây in the back garden cut down. A cây that steals your light and makes bạn miserable every time bạn look at it.' He stared at them sternly. 'You're all brilliant, wonderful people, but not one of bạn has the strength to follow your dreams. And there's a reason for that.'
'More talk of dark forces?' sighed Mrs Mann.
'Not just talk. It's here amongst you.'
The room erupted into confused chatter.
'If I'm correct,' the Doctor continued, 'this force is stealing your ambition and using it. I've felt it myself.'
'You haven't đã đưa ý kiến anything about me, Doctor,' ventured Robert. 'What about me?'
'You're different to everyone else here,' replied the Doctor.
Miss Sillington gasped. 'You don't mean that Robert is... the alien?'
'Of course not. What's important about Robert is that he's completely unaffected. And that's why he's been such a help to me.' He turned to the lad. 'It hasn't touched bạn because you're young. bạn haven't made up your mind about what bạn want to be in life. There's no specific ambition to hone in on.'
'Yes there is,' protested the lad. 'I want to be an escapologist.'
'You wanted to be a chef half an giờ ago,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor. 'But that's great. There's no reason bạn should make up your mind. You've got years ahead - and a trillion possibilities to choose from.' The Doctor ruffled Robert's hair. 'Though I must say I'm glad you've dropped the chef idea. Hard work and terrible money.'
'Then if it's someone here,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Baxter, 'who is it?'
The residents of No.1 Gallows Gate Road eyed one another suspiciously.
'It's not any of you,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor, marching over to the doors that led into the garden. He pushed them open and stepped outside. An icy gust of wind blew through the room.
'Where's he going now?' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann.
'Deuced if I know,' replied the Major.
In the garden, the Doctor stared up at the enormous oak. It was dark, but a full moon illuminated everything. There was silence, bar a steady tap-tap-tap on the bedroom windows as the highest branches of the cây swayed in the chill wind.
Robert appeared at the Doctor's elbow. 'Those cracks in the basement wall,' he said. 'They're caused bởi the tree.'
'Exactly! Its roots are digging into the foundations, spreading further every day, and claiming the house.'
'You're saying our villain is a tree?' The Major was standing behind them with the other residents.
'It's a nuisance, keeping me awake at night,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington, 'but I wouldn't call it villainous.'
'It was the subject of your last painting,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor. 'You'd produced amazing stuff for years, then bạn moved in here, managed one picture and gave up.'
The Doctor took a step deeper into the garden, then winced and put a hand to his head. 'Can't bạn feel it? An intelligent parasite. It needs the energy of others to live. And this is a particularly vicious example. I've seen something like it before. On Esto, in the Lagoon Nebula.' He pointed into the sky. 'Somewhere over there.'
Robert gazed toward the stars as the Doctor continued.
'These parasites inhabit the longest-lived life form on any world they visit. They don't have a physical shape of their own, so they need an anchor. They're really just squiggly waves of psychic force.' The Doctor took another step phía trước, chuyển tiếp and clutched his head again, clearly in pain. 'Fetch an axe, Robert.'
'Don't bạn dare!' cried Mrs Mann.
'Ignore her, Rob.' The Doctor stared at the landlady. 'If it's so harmless, then what are bạn afraid of? You've already đã đưa ý kiến how much bạn want it cut down.'
Mrs Mann stomped over to the vast oak cây and stood in front of it, arms outstretched. 'You are not touching poor old Lofty!'
'This cây is trang chủ to an alien parasite,' protested the Doctor. 'And I reckon it has been for hundreds of years. Miss Sillington told me there have always been stories about this house. I should have realised then it hadn't possessed a human. That cây has been here far longer than any of you, any of these buildings even. And think of the name of the street.'
'Gallows Gate Road,' đã đưa ý kiến Clive. 'In the Eighteenth Century, criminals convicted bởi the Kent magistrates were executed somewhere near here.'
'Near here?' repeated the Doctor. 'Where do bạn think the hangman slung his rope? This place has always been trang chủ to misery and loss. The force inhabiting that cây has been feeding off human potential for centuries.'
Robert emerged from the garden shed, carrying an axe. He held it out to the Doctor.
'I don't think it'll let me any closer,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor. 'You're a big boy now, Rob. bạn can handle it, can't you?'
'I suppose so,' đã đưa ý kiến Robert nervously.
'Don't!' bellowed his mother.
'It's n-not a good idea,' stammered Miss Sillington.
'I wouldn't if I were you, my boy,' đã đưa ý kiến the Major.
The residents edged towards Robert, but the Doctor strode between them. 'It's for your own good!' he cried. Then he turned to Robert. 'Chop it down! You're the only one who can!'
Robert hefted the axe high into the air.
'Noooo!' wailed the others.
It crashed down, cutting deep into the trunk.
The Doctor and the rest staggered, struggling to remain on their feet. Then they stared up in horror.
'What's that?' cried Mrs Baxter.
From the cây came a vast, luminous green imprint of itself - a ghostly silhouette that hovered above the small crowd and let out a deafening shriek.
'It's the entity leaving,' cried the Doctor over the din. 'Keep going, Rob!'
Robert let the axe fall again and again into the trunk's open wound.
The terrifying shape was twisting into a swirling vortex, which sent a vicious wind whipping about the house. It was so strong the residents could hardly keep their footing.
Miss Sillington gripped onto the Major. 'I feel strange,' she said.
'Here, let me have a go,' đã đưa ý kiến Mr Plympton, and he waded phía trước, chuyển tiếp and grabbed the axe from Robert.
He was followed bởi the Major, who took his turn enthusiastically chopping, the strange green energy whipping about him all the while.
Blow after blow rained down and the cây creaked and splintered.
It was then that the whirlwind began to lose its strength, and with a final piercing howl it was sucked in upon itself, until just a single ball of light hovered over the Doctor, and then disappeared.
The Doctor collapsed.
The Major passed the axe to Mrs Mann. 'All yours, dear lady. Finish him off!'
Laughing, the landlady delivered the final chop, and with a deafening crack, the cây fell, crashing down across the garden and two thêm besides.
Then there was silence.
Eventually, the residents began chattering amongst themselves, in a way they hadn't done the whole time the Doctor had been with them. It was as if a light had been turned on and they saw one another - and themselves - for the first time.
The Doctor staggered to his feet and rubbed his head.
'The thing in the cây - is it dead?' asked Miss Sillington.
'I don't think it can be killed. It's just fled to another host. As I said, it inhabits the oldest life form around. And right here, right now... that's me.'
Miss Sillington looked at the Doctor, clearly confused.
'I'm 904, bạn know,' he said.
Later that night, the guests of No.1 Gallows Gate Road were once again gathered around the dining table. A crackling ngọn lửa, chữa cháy blazed in the hearth.
'Let us raise a glass to the Doctor,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann.
Everyone lifted their glasses. 'To the Doctor,' they đã đưa ý kiến with one voice.
'I'm not sure if I can accept everything bạn told us, Doctor,' đã đưa ý kiến Major Woolly. 'But I must say I haven't felt this much get-up-and-go in years.'
'I'll một giây that,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington. She wore her hat, now decorated with leaves from the fallen oak tree.
'I can't believe all this stuff about aliens either,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann, 'and goodness knows how I'll explain that mess outside to the neighbours, but I finally feel able to make some changes around here.'
'And I'm signing up on Monday,' đã đưa ý kiến the Major. 'Even a duffer like me might be of some use. If only to the trang chủ Guard.'
'Good for you,' đã đưa ý kiến the Doctor.
'I'm already making notes for my novel,' đã đưa ý kiến Clive, tapping a notebook in his áo khoác pocket.
'And I'm going to get back to my painting,' đã đưa ý kiến Miss Sillington. 'I fancy doing a portrait. Maybe someone famous even. I could do one of you, Doctor.'
The Doctor smiled warmly, but remained silent.
'You are staying on, aren't you?' asked the elderly woman nervously.
At that moment, Mrs Baxter burst in carrying a huge bowl of stew. 'And don't ask what I had to do to get this little lot,' she said, placing the dish proudly on the table.
'It looks lovely, Bertha,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Mann.
'Now, it's not that I don't like it here,' đã đưa ý kiến the cook. 'but come January I've fixed to di chuyển down to my sister's in Bridport.'
'You're leaving us?' asked Miss Gibbs.
'Now don't try talking me out of it because when I make up my mind...' She trailed off as if waiting for someone to protest. But no one did. 'I'll fetch the bánh mỳ, bánh mì and bơ then,' đã đưa ý kiến Mrs Baxter, sighing and shuffling out.
And whilst most of the guests were busy helping themselves to portions of stew, the Doctor noticed Clive Plympton give Miss Gibbs a coy smile. Her face lit up with happiness.
The Doctor chuckled quietly to himself and glanced around the table. Robert was shovelling forkfuls of thực phẩm into his mouth.
'I definitely know now what I want to be when I'm older,' he said.
The Doctor couldn't help but smile proudly. 'It's not all fun being a time traveller,' he said. 'But I'm very flattered, Robby-boy.'
Robert frowned. 'I don't want to be like you, silly!' He flicked a glance towards the garden. 'I want to be a lumberjack.'
The Doctor closed the front door of No.1 Gallows Gate Road behind him, having slipped away when nobody was looking.
Across the đường phố, street stood the TARDIS.
As he unlocked the door and went in, the Doctor wondered, and not for the first time, if his ship had somehow sensed the alien parasite. One thing he knew for sure though was that he couldn't keep it locked up in his mind forever. The TARDIS's telepathic circuits would help flush it out into the Time Vortex. That was one place where it couldn't do any thêm harm.
In the moonlit street, a battered blue box let out a wheezing and groaning sound, and then slowly vanished into the night.
THE END
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