The professor led them to a laboratory, immediately dragging the Doctor over to various pieces of equipment. A young woman, or what Lilith assumed to be a young woman, with an insect-like head greeted them. “Chan welcome tho.”
Lilith smiled tightly at her, the voice in her head continued to whisper words of warning.
“Hello,” Martha said. “Who are you?”
“Chan Chantho tho,” Chantho replied with a smile.
Jack shook her hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
The Doctor looked up from the piece of machinery he was examining. “Stop it.”
“Can't I say hello to anyone?”
“Nope!” Lilith popped the p.
“Chan I do not protest tho,” Chantho said, shyly.
Jack winked at her. “Maybe later, Blue.”
“And all this feeds into the rocket?” the Doctor was asking.
“Yeah, except without a stable footprint, you see, we're unable to achieve escape velocity,” the professor explained. “If only we could harmonize the five impact patterns and unify them, well, we might yet make it. What do you think, Doctor? Any ideas?”
The Doctor looked around the room. “Well, er, basically, sort of, not a clue.”
The professor deflated. “Nothing?”
“I'm not from around these parts. I've never seen a system like it. Sorry.”
“No, no. I'm sorry. It's my fault. There's been so little help.”
“Oh my God.” They all turned to look at Martha who had pulled a transparent container out of Jack’s backpack. Inside was a hand. “You've got a hand? A hand in a jar. A hand. In a jar. In your bag.”
Lilith laughed. “Dad, look!”
The Doctor came over. “But that, that, that's my hand.”
Jack shrugged. “I said I had a Doctor detector.”
“Chan is this a tradition amongst your people tho?” Chantho asked, looking slightly horrified.
“Not on my street!” Martha exclaimed. “What do you mean, that's your hand? You've got both your hands, I can see them.”
“Long story. I lost my hand Christmas Day, in a sword fight,” the Doctor said.
“Was that 2005 or 2006?” Lilith asked with a frown.
“2006, Christmas 2005 was with Dickens.”
Martha shook her head, disbelievingly. “What? And you grew another hand?”
“Er, yeah, yeah, I did. Yeah.” He waved at her. “Hello.”
“Might I ask, what species are you?” the professor questioned.
“Time Lord, one of the last. Heard of them?” Neither the professor nor Chantho reacted. “Legend or anything? Not even a myth? Blimey, end of the universe is a bit humbling.”
“Chan it is said that I am the last of my species too tho,” said Chantho.
“Sorry, what was your name?” the Doctor asked.
“My assistant and good friend, Chantho,” the professor introduced. “A survivor of the Malmooth. This was their planet, Malcassairo, before we took refuge.”
The Doctor sat up. “The city outside; that was yours?”
Chantho nodded. “Chan the conglomeration died tho.”
“Conglomeration. That's what I said.” He looked at Lilith smugly.
She face palmed. “Dad, this is where you say sorry.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.”
“Chan most grateful tho.”
Martha was still staring at the Doctor incredulously. “You grew another hand? “
He wiggled his fingers. “Hello, again.”
She sighed. “All this time and you're still full of surprises.”
“Chan you are most unusual tho,” Chantho commented.
“You have no idea, amiga,” Lilith said.
“So,” Jack pushed the conversation along, “what about those things outside? The Beastie Boys. What are they?”
“We call them the Futurekind,” the professor explained. “Which is a myth in itself, but it's feared they are what we will become, unless we reach Utopia.”
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. “And Utopia is?”
“Oh, every human knows of Utopia. Where have you been?”
The Doctor shrugged. “Bit of a hermit.”
The professor frowned. “A hermit with a daughter and friends?”
“Hermits United. We meet up every ten years and swap stories about caves. It's good fun, for a hermit. So, er, Utopia?”
The professor showed them a display on the gravitational field navigation system. “The call came from across the stars, over and over again. Come to Utopia. Originating from that point.”
“Where is that?” the Doctor asked.
“Oh, it's far beyond the Condensate Wilderness, out towards the Wildlands and the Dark Matter reefs, calling us in. The last of the humans scattered across the night.”
“What do you think's out there?” Lilith mused.
“We can't know. A colony, a city, some sort of haven? The Science Foundation created the Utopia Project thousands of years ago to preserve mankind, to find a way of surviving beyond the collapse of reality itself. Now perhaps they found it. Perhaps not. But it's worth a look, don't you think?”
“Oh, yes,” the Doctor said.
No! screamed the voice in the back of Lilith’s head. It’s not! Danger! Run!
“I, er, ahem, right, that's enough talk,” stammered the professor, who had ben clenching his eyes shut for some reason. “There's work to do. Now if you could leave, thank you.”
The Doctor frowned. “You all right?”
“Yes, I'm fine,” the professor assured him, turning back to his equipment. “And busy.”
“Except that rocket's not going to fly, is it?” the Doctor said. “This footprint mechanism thing, it's not working.”
“We'll find a way.”
“You haven't told them, have you?” Lilith guessed. “All those people out there, they still think they're going to fly.”
The professor sat down. “Well, it's better to let them live in hope.”
“Quite right, too.” The volume of the Doctor’s voice increased, indicating to Lilith he was about to do something ‘clever’. “And I must say, Professor er, what was it?”
He called himself Professor Yana. If I had been paying attention…
“Professor Yana. This new science is well beyond me, but all the same, a boost reversal circuit, in any time frame, must be a circuit, which reverses the boost. So, I wonder, what would happen if I did this?” He soniced the end of a cable and pulled. Power surged through the machines.
“Chan it's working tho!” cried Chantho.
“But how did you do that?”
“Oh, we've been chatting away, I forgot to tell you. I'm brilliant.”
Bad idea. Bad things will happen, the voice said, ominously.
Shut up. Lilith told it.
“All passengers prepare for boarding. I repeat: all passengers prepare for immediate boarding. Destination, Utopia. All troops report to silo. I repeat, all troops report to silo. All passengers prepare for immediate boarding. All passengers prepare for immediate boarding.”
The Doctor and Professor Yana continued to work while Lilith sat in the corner watching nervously. The Doctor senses her unease and sent her a wave of assurance. She shook her head at him and put up her telepathic walls, hoping that it might calm the voice that continued to tell her to run! No such luck.
The Doctor sniffed one of the wires. “Is this?”
“Yes, gluten extract.” Professor Yana nodded. “Binds the neutralino map together.”
“That's food. You've built this system out of food and string and staples?” the Doctor marveled. “Professor Yana, you're a genius.”
“Says the man who made it work.”
“Oh, it's easy coming in at the end, but you're stellar. This is, this is magnificent. And I don't often say that because, well, because I’m me.”
“Well, even my title is an affectation,” Professor Yana admitted. “There hasn't been such a thing as a university for over a thousand years. I've spent my life going from one refugee ship to another.”
“If you'd been born in a different time, you'd be revered. I mean it. Throughout the galaxies."
“Oh, those damned galaxies. They had to go and collapse. Some admiration would have been nice. Yes, just a little, just once.”
“Well, you've got it now. But that footprint engine thing. You can't activate it from onboard. It's got to be from here. You're staying behind.”
“With Chantho,” the professor confirmed. “She won't leave without me. Simply refuses.”
“You'd give your life so they could fly,” the Doctor said quietly.
“Oh, I think I'm a little too old for Utopia. Time I had some sleep.”
“Professor, tell the Doctor we've found his blue box,” a voice said over the PA.
“Doctor? Lilith?” Jack called. Lilith went over to him and he pointed to the monitor showing the TARDIS.
Good! Get the TARDIS! Leave this place! The voice insisted.
“Professor, it's a wild stab in the dark, but I may just have found you a way out,” the Doctor said, patting Professor Yana on the shoulder.
The TARDIS was brought into the laboratory and the Doctor is dragged a power cable out. “Extra power. Little bit of a cheat, but who's counting? Jack, you're in charge of the retro feeds.”
Martha and Chantho came in. “Oh, am I glad to see that thing.” Martha grinned.
Chantho went over to Professor Yana, who was sitting down looking distracted. “Chan Professor, are you all right tho?”
“Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Just get on with it.”
“Connect those circuits into the spar, same as that last lot. But quicker,” Jack instructed the two ladies.
“Ooh, yes, sir.”
“You don't have to keep working,” the Doctor said to the professor. “We can handle it.”
“It's just a headache,” Professor Yana said. “It's just, just noise inside my head, Doctor. Constant noise inside my head.”
“What sort of noise?” the Doctor asked.
“It's the sound of drums. More and more, as though it's getting closer.”
I believe the drumbeat made it worse, the constant sound of the drums.
Lilith put her head in her hands. Memories pounding in her head, just out of reach. Not for the first time, she cursed her father for locking them away. Something bad was going to happen. Something that she wanted to prevent and she couldn’t because of the stupid rules.
“Captain, keep the dials below the red,” Professor Yana ordered Jack.
“Where is that room?” the Doctor asked.
“It's underneath the rocket. Fix the couplings and the footprint can work. But the entire chamber is flooded with stet radiation.”
The Doctor frowned. “Stet? Never heard of it.”
“You wouldn't want to,” the professor muttered. “But it's safe enough, if we can hold the radiation back from here.” They watched the monitor showing a man connecting up equipment. An alarm sounded. “It's rising. Naught point two. Keep it level!”
“Yes, sir,” Jack said.
The second connection was made. The lights flickered and another alarm went off. “Chan we're losing power tho!” Chantho yelled.
“We've lost control!”
“The chamber's going to flood.”
“Jack, override the vents!”
I think it was the Futurekind. If it hadn’t sabotaged the chamber, maybe things would’ve turned out different.
Jack pulled out two power cables. “We can jump start the override.”
“Don't! It's going to flare!” the Doctor warned. Power surged through Jack as he held the live ends together. He got electrocuted and fell to the ground.
“Stupid man,” Lilith grumbled.
Martha looked at her in shock. “Lilith, he just got electrocuted!”
She shrugged. “He’ll be fine.”
“He’s might be dead!” She went over and started giving Jack mouth to mouth.
“Chan don't touch the cables tho,” Chantho warned.
“Oh, I'm so sorry,” Professor Yana said.
The Doctor stood there, as impassive as Lilith, with his hands in his pockets. “The chamber's flooded with radiation, yes?”
“Without the couplings, the engines will never start. It was all for nothing,” the professor sighed.
“Oh, I don't know. Martha, leave him.” The Doctor pulled her away.
“You've got to let me try!” she protested.
“Come on; come on. Just listen to me. Now leave him alone. It strikes me, Professor; you've got a room, which no man can enter without dying. Is that correct?”
“Well…” the Doctor began. Jack gasped as he returned to life. “I think I've got just the man.”
Jack caught his breath. “Was someone kissing me?”
Lilith rolled her eyes.
The Doctor and Jack ran down to the radiation filled chamber while Lilith, Chantho, Martha and Professor Yana stayed in the laboratory.
Martha sat at the monitor. “We lost picture when that thing flared up. Doctor, are you there?”
“Receiving, yeah. He's inside,” came the Doctor’s voice.
“And still alive?”
“But he should evaporate!” Professor Yana said, incredulously. “What sort of a man is he?”
Martha shrugged. “I've only just met him. The Doctor sort of travels through time and space and picks people up. God, I make us sound like stray dogs. Maybe we are.”
“You’re humans, apes,” Lilith corrected. “Not dogs.”
Professor Yana frowned. “He travels in time?”
“Don't ask me to explain it,” Martha said, shaking her head. “That's a TARDIS, that box thing. The sports car of time travel, he says.”
The memories continued to make Lilith’s head pound and the voice continued to issue warnings. Take Martha! Get in the TARDIS! Run! She couldn’t focus on the conversations, but from what she caught, she could tell that the Doctor was trying to explain to Jack why he couldn’t die.
Martha rolled her eyes. “I never understand half the things he says.” She looked at Professor Yana, who looked to be in pain. “What's wrong?”
“Chan Professor, what is it tho?” Chantho asked, worriedly.
“Time travel,” Yana said. “They say there was time travel back in the old days. I never believed. But what would I know? Stupid old man. Never could keep time. Always late, always lost. Even this thing never worked.” He held up a fob watch. “Time and time and time again. Always running out on me.”
Lilith looked away; she couldn’t look at the watch. It made her head pound more. Memories bashed against the locks in her mind, desperately trying to break free. Danger! He’s dangerous! Take your companions and run!
She gripped her head. It hurt like hell. He’s evil! Run! Run! Remember the stories! Remember he’s—
Lilith swore. This time in English.
“Lilith?” Martha frowned.
“We’ve got a problem. Una problema enorme. I’ve got to go. I’ve got to warn Dad. Martha, what ever you do, don’t let him open that watch!” Lilith sprinted out of the laboratory and down the hall to where Jack was in the radiation filled room. “Dad!”
The Doctor looked at her, surprised at the panic rolling off her in waves. “Lilith, what’s wrong?”
“Dad, we’re in trouble. Big trouble, huge trouble.”
“What’s wrong?” the Doctor repeated.
“Professor Yana. He’s got a fob watch. With Circular Gallifreyan.”
“Circular Gallifreyan?” Jack asked.
An alarm sounded. “Keep it level, Jack. Circular Gallifreyan is the written language of the Time Lords. That’s not possible, Lilith.”
“It is! Think about his name. Yana. Y-A-N-A. You are not alone. Isn’t that what the Face of Boe said before he died?”
“He was talking about you,” the Doctor said.
“Just listen to me for once!” Lilith shouted, frustrated, as Jack came out of the chamber. “Because this time, I know better than you. I remember! I remember the stories you told me. The Time Lords brought him back for the War. Gave him a whole new set of regenerations. Dad, if he opens that watch, everyone, especially you, will be in deep—!”
Martha joined them. “What happened back there?” she asked Lilith.
“Martha! Who’s watching Yana?” she demanded.
The computer counted down and the Doctor turned the last switch. The rocket engines fired.
“Lilith,” the Doctor grabbed her shoulders. “Who is he?”
Lilith looked at him with wide, panicked eyes. “He’s the Master.”
The Doctor’s jaw nearly dropped. “And we left him with my TARDIS.” He grabbed Lilith’s hand and they tore down the hallways, their companions on their heels.
To be honest, Lilith, I was terrified. I wasn’t alone; the only one besides me was my oldest friend. But he was also one of my oldest enemies.
The Doctor was pounding on the door, shouting for the professor not to open the watch. Jack was working furiously on the control pad. The Futurekind were getting closer. The voice in Lilith’s head was screaming. GET TO THE TARDIS FIRST! DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY! RUN!
Jack smashed the control pad and the door slid open. The Doctor and Lilith sprinted over to where the Master had just disappeared into the TARDIS. “Let me in. Let me in!” the Doctor shouted, banging on the doors. “I'm begging you. Everything's changed! It's only the three of us! We're the only ones left! Just let me in!”
A golden glow emanated from the TARDIS as the Master regenerated inside.
“I can't hold out much longer, Doctor!” Jack shouted from here he was holding the door shut against the Futurekind. The Doctor activated the sonic screwdriver while the Master started up the time rotor.
“Oh, no you don't! End of the universe. Have fun. Bye, bye!” the Master shouted from inside.
“Doctor, stop him! Help us. They're getting in!” Martha cried.
The TARDIS dematerialized.
Lilith swore in Gallifreyan.