Noel Clarke as Mickey Smith
P.O.V: Rose Tyler
The alarm went off right in the middle of my favorite dream. I was away from my boring life in London and travelling the world! Although I was alone, always alone. The alarm read 7:30, the usual time on workdays, and my morning routine began.
Get up, shower, blah blah blah. The usual. Always the usual. Once I was all ready I kissed my mum goodbye and headed to the bus station. I didn't have my own car yet, didn't have enough money.
I took the bus from South London to Central London, where my job was. Henrick's Department Store. My work for the past year. Once I graduated high school last year I quickly got a job, to help Mum and stay in the apartment.
The day went by rather quickly: I worked, and met my boyfriend Mickey for lunch Trafalgar Square, then headed back and worked some more. When my shift was over, I was about to leave with my mates from the shop until the guard shoved a plastic bag full of money in front of my face.
"Oi!" he hollered.
I took the bag from him and rushed to the lift, down to the basement. I'd almost forgotten to give the lottery money to Wilson, Chief Electrician, also CEO.
Once there I opened the large red door stating "Warning! Danger of Electric Shock, Office of H.P Wilson, CEO" and walked in slowly. This place gave me the creeps.
"Wilson!" I called, searching for him. "Wilson I've got the lottery money! Wilson, are you there?"
I looked around, and it was empty. The only things there were just a bunch of junk and some old manikins.
"Wilson, I can't hang about cos' they're closing the shop. Wilson! Oh come on." He wasn't answering, and it didn't seem like he was here. Then I suddenly heard a clattering noise coming from further down the corridor.
I slowly edged my way closer. "Hello? Hello Wilson it's Rose. Hello? Wilson?"
No response. Shivers went down my spine and I hugged the bag closer. There was a store room to my left, and I opened it. Just more junk and manikins.
"Wilson? Wilson!" I called. No answer, again. Where was he? I looked behind me, and contemplated leaving, but just then the door I came through slammed. I ran over, and tried to get out. It wouldn't budge.
"You're kidding me!" I exclaimed. This was getting weirder every second. I was alone in the basement of a shop, surrounded by manikins. Great. There were more noises. I swung around to see nothing. My heart was pounding, what was going on?
"Is that someone mucking about? Who is it?" I asked, my voice shaky.
Just then, one of the manikins turned it's head. My eyes widened and I took a step back.
"Yeah, you got me. Very funny!" I said, trying to stay calm. This must be a prank. With that thought the manikin began approaching, it's movements clunky and awkward. A second one began moving, then a third one.
"Right, I've got the joke. Who's idea was this? Is it Derek's? Is it? Derek is this you?"
With my words, all the dummies began moving awkwardly toward me, their limbs jolting upwards, downwards, trying to reach me. If Derek was trying to scare me it was working!
My fear enveloped my words, and I shrunk up against the wall. The first manikin raised it's arm, and I closed my eyes.
Just then, an unfamiliar hand grabbed mine. I turned to see a man of around 40 or so, wearing a plain t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He says but one word, and we book it.
We run towards the service lift in another hallway through one of the storage rooms, crashing through the manikins, with them close behind us.
We finally approached the lift and jumped inside, with one manikin getting his arm stuck. Just as I was about to act, the man (in a few good yanks) pulled the manikin's arm off. But it still moved. The lift closed and ascended, and the man pulled out an odd looking contraption, held a button against it, a blue light and a buzzing noise followed, and the arm stopped.
"You pulled his arm off." I said, and he grinned, a big toothy grin.
"Yup. Plastic!" he answered, waving the arm around.
"Very clever. Nice trick! Who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?" I demanded, while assessing him silently. He was about a head taller than me, with a dark crew cut. His features were sharp: he had a strong nose, a squarish chin, and blue eyes. His cheekbones and jawline were also very defined, he was around early 40's I assumed.
"Why would they be students?" he asked. He was still fiddling with the arm and his odd contraption.
"I don't know."
"Well you said it! Why students?"
I thought a minute. "Cos' to get that many people dressed up and silly, they got to be students."
He grinned again. "That makes sense. Well done!"
I sighed with relief. They weren't real manikins!
"They're not students."
I sighed again, this time with frustration.
"Whoever they were, when Wilson finds them, he's gonna call the police." I said knowingly.
He paused. "Who's Wilson?" he asked, as if he was anticipating something.
"Chief Electrician." I replied, anxious.
We exited the elevator and began for the doors exiting the service department.
"That's just not funny! That's sick!" Whoever this man was, he wasn't very compassionate.
"Hold on. Mind your eyes." He put his odd contraption against a code entry for a door and it blew up in a flash of blue light, and the buzzing noise sounded again. He didn't even budge at my insult! I was finished with him.
"I've had enough of this now." I said defiantly. He didn't seem to notice, he was too busy fiddling with his odd contraption. So I pressed on.
"Who are you then? Who's that lot down there?" He didn't respond. "I said, who are they!"
He finally looked up, looking a twinge annoyed. "They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device in the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this!"
He held up something that looked like a small bomb.
"So, I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process but don't worry about me, no, you go home. Go on! Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed."
With that, he disappeared through the door leading to the roof. I didn't even realize I'd followed him this far. Then the door suddenly opened again.
"I'm The Doctor by the way what's your name?"
"Rose." I said immediately.
"Nice to meet you Rose. Run for your life!" Holding the bomb and grinning once more, the door shut for that last time.
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