Doctor Who: Nothing O'Clock: Eleventh Doctor: 50th Anniversary Read Online Free PDF

Not easily. And
     doing what they do is slow, and it takes an effort. The Kin
     would have to travel back and forth in time fifteen million
     times just to populate London.
    ‘But what if the Kin had all of
     Time and Space to move through? What if it went back to the very
     beginning of the Universe, and began its existence there? It
     would be able to populate
everything
. There would be no
     intelligent beings in the whole of the space–time continuum that
     weren’t the Kin. One entity would fill the Universe, leaving no
     room for anything else. Can you imagine it?’
    Amy licked her lips. ‘Yes,’ she
     said. ‘Yes I can.’
    ‘All you’d need would be to get
     into a TARDIS and have a Time Lord at the controls, and the
     Universe would be your playground.’
    ‘Oh yes,’ said Amy, and she was
     smiling broadly now. ‘It will be.’
    ‘We’re almost there,’ said the
     Doctor. ‘The Dawn of Time. Please. Tell me that Amy’s safe,
     wherever she is.’
    ‘Why ever would I tell you that?’
     asked the Kin in the Amy Pond mask. ‘It’s not true.’

7
    Amy could hear the Doctor
     running down the stairs. She heard a voice that sounded
     strangely familiar calling to him, and then she heard a sound
     that filled her chest with despair: the diminishing
vworp vworp
of a TARDIS as
     it dematerialises.
    The door opened at that moment,
     and she walked out into the downstairs hall.
    ‘He’s run out on you,’ said a deep
     voice. ‘How does it feel to be abandoned?’
    ‘The Doctor doesn’t abandon his
     friends,’ said Amy to the thing in the shadows.
    ‘He does. He obviously did in this
     case. You can wait as long as you want to, he’ll never come
     back,’ said the thing, as it stepped out of the darkness and
     into the half-light.
    It was huge. Its shape was
     humanoid, but also somehow animal. (
Lupine
, thought Amy Pond, as she took a
     step backwards, away from the thing.) It had a mask on, an
     unconvincing wooden mask, that seemed like it was meant to
     represent an angry dog, or perhaps a wolf.
    ‘He’s taking someone he believes
     to be you for a ride in the TARDIS. And in a few moments reality
     is going to rewrite. The Time Lords reduced the Kin to one
     lonely entity cut off from the rest of Creation. So it is
     fitting that a Time Lord restores us to our rightful place in
     the order of things: all other things will serve me, or will be
     me, or will be food for me. Ask me what time it is, Amy
     Pond.’
    ‘Why?’
    There were more of them now:
     shadowy figures. A cat-faced woman on the stairs. A small girl
     in the corner. The rabbit-headed man standing behind her said,
     ‘Because it will be a clean way to die. An easy way to go. In a
     few moments you will never have existed anyway.’
    ‘Ask me,’ said the wolf-masked
     figure in front of her. ‘Say, “What’s the time, Mister
     Wolf?”’
    In reply, Amy Pond reached up and
     pulled the wolf mask from the face of the huge thing, and she
     saw the Kin.
    Human eyes were not meant to look
     at the Kin. The crawling, squirming, wriggling mess that was the
     face of the Kin was a frightful thing; the masks had been as
     much for its own protection as for everyone else’s.
    Amy Pond stared at the face of the
     Kin. She said, ‘Kill me if you’re going to kill me. But I don’t
     believe that the Doctor has abandoned me. And I’m not going to
     ask you what time it is.’
    ‘Pity,’ said the Kin, through a
     face that was a nightmare. And it moved towards her.
    The TARDIS engines groaned once,
     loudly, and then were silent.
    ‘We are here,’ said the Kin. Its
     Amy Pond mask was now just a flat scrawled drawing of a girl’s
     face.
    ‘We’re here at the beginning of it
     all,’ said the Doctor, ‘because that’s where you want to be. But
     I’m prepared to do this another way. I could find a solution for
     you. For all of you.’
    ‘Open the door,’ grunted the
     Kin.
    The Doctor opened the door. The
     winds