The Deadly Arcade

Upon re-entering the TARIDS, The Doctor barely made it to the control panel before passing out as his head slammed against a lever, pushing it upward.

When he awoke, birds could be heard chirping as he looked at the monitor showing the area outside.

It was daytime now, about mid-day as he noticed a large grassy hill outside merely a few feet from his location.

Between them appeared to be an odd hunk of metal that seemed to be damaged in some manner as a chunk of it appeared to be broken and burned.

He ran outside to get a closer look at the object.

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out his pair of tortoise shell framed glasses and put them on to get a better look at it before examining it.

It gave him familiar feeling, a bad feeling…

But, it couldn’t possibly be, could it?

Pulling out her Screwdriver, the blue node once again lit up as it whirred to life as he scanned it to analyze the objects make-up before examining the readings.

He then had to do a double-take, there was no way these reading could have been accurate it just wasn’t possible…

To be one hundred percent certain he brought the large chunk of metal to his mouth before touching it with the tip of his tongue.

Against all odds, there it was.

Picking it up, he ran back to the TARDIS.

This was bad, very, very, BAD.

Twilight and the others had to be warned; they had to be stopped before production was in full swing.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Doctor will return in; “The Scrapyard”