𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅱ [✓]

Planet Of The Dead Pt. 2

Nathan and Barclay fetch seats from the bus.

"Here we go."

"That's my boys. See, we lay a flat surface between the bus and the wormhole, like duckboards, and we reverse into it" the Doctor says.

"Let some air out of the tyres. Just a little bit. It spreads the weight of the bus, gives you more grip against the sand" Christina says.

"Oh, that's good" {Y/N} says.

"Holidays in the Kalahari."

"Yeah, but those wheels go deep" Barclay says.

"Then start digging."

"With what?"

"With this" Christina takes a spade from her rucksack. The Doctor hands it to Barclay.

"Got anything else in there?" the Doctor asks.

"Try that. It might help with the seats" Christina hands Nathan the axe.

"Thanks."

"I can't find the keys" Angela says.

"Oh no, buses don't have keys. There's a master switch, then it's one button to start, the other one to stop, yeah?" {Y/N} says.

"Right. Hold on. Oh, I've got it. Here we go. Hold tight. Ding, ding" Angela starts the engine. Graunching sounds come from it so she turns it off.

"Ooo, that doesn't sound too good" {Y/N} says, her, the Doctor and Christina look at the smoking engine at the back "oh, never mind losing half the top deck. You know what's worse? Sand. Tiny little grains of sand. The engine's clogged up" {Y/N} says crossing her arms.

"Anyone know mechanics?" Christina says.

"Me. I did a two week NVQ at the garage. Never finished it, but..." Barclay says.

"Off you go, then. Try stripping the air filter. Fast as you can. Back in two ticks" the Doctor says dragging {Y/N} along with him.

"Wait a minute. You're the man and women with all the answers. I'm not letting you two out of my sight" Christina says as they walk away from the bus and off into the dunes.

"Easier if you left that backpack behind" {Y/N} says after a while of walking.

"Where I go, it goes."

"A backpack with a spade and an axe. Christina, who's going so far away, and yet scared by the sound of a siren. Who are you?" the Doctor asks.

"You two can talk. Let's just say we're three equal mysteries."

"We make quite a trio" the Doctor says.

"We don't make any sort of trio, thank you very much. Come on then. Tell me. If Carmen's right, if that wormhole's not an accident, then what is it? Has someone done this on purpose?"

"We don't know, but every single instinct of ours is telling us to get off this planet right now" {Y/N} mutters.

"And do you think we can?"

"We live in hope" the Doctor says.

"That must be nice. It's Christina de Souza. To be precise, Lady Christina de Souza."

"Ooo, that's handy, because I'm a Lord" the Doctor says.

"Seriously? The Lord of where?"

"It's quite a big estate" {Y/N} says.

"No, but there's something more about you two. That device you were carrying, and the wormhole. Like you knew. And the way you both stride around this place, like."

"Like?"

"Like you're both not quite..."

"Anyway, come on. Allons-y" the Doctor says.