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his_sarah_janeIt doesn’t seem like Earth at all. There weren’t any pigeons at Trafalgar Square, and oh, it was just so quiet. Grass and plants and absolutely no remains of any buildings. It’s empty and abandoned, and even with Harry beside her Sarah’s a little bit frightened. Not that she’d ever let him know, of course. But it is empty. This Earth is just too empty.
She follows Harry (well, mostly follows seeing as Sarah is too busy constantly looking around her to keep up with her friend) on a trail leading off further away from the Doctor. It’s peaceful, she’ll give it that. Certainly not the London she knows…a London that is dead now for twenty-odd centuries. She gets a chill from that thought, suddenly realising just how far away from home they were. It’s not at all what Sarah Jane had imagined. No, not at all.
“Hey Sarah, come and have a look at this.”
She turns around just in time to see Harry stumble and fall down – down something! Sarah runs forward, no longer looking at her surroundings and shouts after him. She stops at the edge of the cliff, kneels, and looks down at…
…oh, oh Harry! “Harry, are you alright?”
But he doesn’t look alright. He looks unconscious and oh, she does hope it’s only a lack of conscious and not something far worse. For a few seconds, Sarah is frozen with fear, praying that the UNIT doctor wasn’t dead.
Oh Harry!
Sarah Jane beams when she sees him get up, rubbing at his head and quickly examining for no broken bones. Oh, he’s such a man, isn’t he? To tumble forth like that, not at all watching his step. Typically, though, Sarah thought Harry was one of the more thoughtful ones. Old fashioned, yes, but still thoughtful. But…wait, what’s that?
On closer examination, Sarah notices all the twigs. Those twigs right at the edge of the pit, covering the hole with their careful arrangement. Her eyes narrow as she picks up one with a gloved hand to study. This isn’t normal, no. This isn’t right at all. “Harry, the edge of the whole has been covered!”
Oh god, this is far from right for an abandoned planet!
And that, of course, leaves Sarah Jane Smith with one option, doesn’t it?
The Doctor wasn’t there though. The Doctor wasn’t there and only his sonic screwdriver was and no matter how hard Sarah yelled for him, there was no answer. He was gone. Vanished or abducted or worse. And when she had returned to the pit, she had discovered Harry was gone too.
It had scared her – positively and absolutely frightened her. Here she was, stranded on some alien (well, Earth or not it was far enough in to the future to seem alien to her!) planet dressed in a bright yellow rain slicker and trousers, with orange boots and a bright blue hat. Why, she was a walking advertisement for these things (abductors) to come get her next! This…this really wasn’t turning out to be such a good day now after all.
And now, now she had been abducted herself. But that…that’s an overstatement, she realises shortly enough when this odd sound, definitely not human, fills the air. There’s something nearby, and judging by how still her captor is right now, it’s probably not something good either. After the noise goes away, the man releases her and explanations and introductions are made quickly enough.
Or, at least, introductions are. His name is Roth and he’s a spaceman, given the clothing he’s dressed in, and he’s very, very frightened of the odd noise – machine. And an alien in the rocks.
An alien, Sarah Jane realises a half hour later after being captured alongside Roth, that’s all too familiar.
Lynx.
But how had that Sontaran survived his spaceship exploding? Oh, whatever the reason, Sarah thinks as she stands there gaping, the Doctor had better recover from his fall into that same pit into which Harry had disappeared. She and Roth are going to need him.
And soon!
She follows Harry (well, mostly follows seeing as Sarah is too busy constantly looking around her to keep up with her friend) on a trail leading off further away from the Doctor. It’s peaceful, she’ll give it that. Certainly not the London she knows…a London that is dead now for twenty-odd centuries. She gets a chill from that thought, suddenly realising just how far away from home they were. It’s not at all what Sarah Jane had imagined. No, not at all.
“Hey Sarah, come and have a look at this.”
She turns around just in time to see Harry stumble and fall down – down something! Sarah runs forward, no longer looking at her surroundings and shouts after him. She stops at the edge of the cliff, kneels, and looks down at…
…oh, oh Harry! “Harry, are you alright?”
But he doesn’t look alright. He looks unconscious and oh, she does hope it’s only a lack of conscious and not something far worse. For a few seconds, Sarah is frozen with fear, praying that the UNIT doctor wasn’t dead.
Oh Harry!
Sarah Jane beams when she sees him get up, rubbing at his head and quickly examining for no broken bones. Oh, he’s such a man, isn’t he? To tumble forth like that, not at all watching his step. Typically, though, Sarah thought Harry was one of the more thoughtful ones. Old fashioned, yes, but still thoughtful. But…wait, what’s that?
On closer examination, Sarah notices all the twigs. Those twigs right at the edge of the pit, covering the hole with their careful arrangement. Her eyes narrow as she picks up one with a gloved hand to study. This isn’t normal, no. This isn’t right at all. “Harry, the edge of the whole has been covered!”
Oh god, this is far from right for an abandoned planet!
And that, of course, leaves Sarah Jane Smith with one option, doesn’t it?
The Doctor wasn’t there though. The Doctor wasn’t there and only his sonic screwdriver was and no matter how hard Sarah yelled for him, there was no answer. He was gone. Vanished or abducted or worse. And when she had returned to the pit, she had discovered Harry was gone too.
It had scared her – positively and absolutely frightened her. Here she was, stranded on some alien (well, Earth or not it was far enough in to the future to seem alien to her!) planet dressed in a bright yellow rain slicker and trousers, with orange boots and a bright blue hat. Why, she was a walking advertisement for these things (abductors) to come get her next! This…this really wasn’t turning out to be such a good day now after all.
And now, now she had been abducted herself. But that…that’s an overstatement, she realises shortly enough when this odd sound, definitely not human, fills the air. There’s something nearby, and judging by how still her captor is right now, it’s probably not something good either. After the noise goes away, the man releases her and explanations and introductions are made quickly enough.
Or, at least, introductions are. His name is Roth and he’s a spaceman, given the clothing he’s dressed in, and he’s very, very frightened of the odd noise – machine. And an alien in the rocks.
An alien, Sarah Jane realises a half hour later after being captured alongside Roth, that’s all too familiar.
Lynx.
But how had that Sontaran survived his spaceship exploding? Oh, whatever the reason, Sarah thinks as she stands there gaping, the Doctor had better recover from his fall into that same pit into which Harry had disappeared. She and Roth are going to need him.
And soon!
