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A Letter from Maria

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  9. A Letter from Maria

 

St Christophe

 

6th December 1783

 

Dear Mother,

It worked! I called out Dr Smith’s secret name, and he woke up, all startled like he’d sat on a pincushion. He saw the THING that was hovering over me and squealed, pressing himself back against his chair and howling. It wasn’t exactly the bravery I was hoping for, but I could kind of see his point. Whatever it was, it looked dreadful and smelt worse. And it was coming for us.

‘Rory!’ I yelled again. ‘Your name is Rory!’

His head snapped round and he stared at me. ‘What?’ he said. Then he licked his lips. ‘Right. Right. Yeah…’ He blinked. ‘That makes sense.’ He nodded casually and, somehow ignoring the giant monster, turned back to Dr Bloom. ‘Yes, that’s it,’ he said. ‘My name is Rory Williams.’

The Blooms looked at him.

‘I… I’m sorry, but I don’t understand,’ said Dr Bloom. He sounded different. Worried.

‘Neither do I,’ explained the man called Rory. ‘But I’m not the Doctor. You think you’ve won, but you haven’t. You’ve got the wrong man.’ He laughed then, a laugh that turned into a cough.

‘What?’ Dr Bloom cried. It was odd, Mother, it was like everything in the room had changed without anyone moving a muscle.

Dr Smith… well, Mr Rory Williams looked at Dr Bloom and really, really smiled at him. It took quite the hero to be tied to a chair and be winning. And Rory was my hero. You remember that maid who broke things and denied it so impudently? That was the same expression that Rory wore, tied down firmly to the chair, but so triumphant.

‘You’ve got the booby prize,’ he taunted Dr Bloom. ‘The Doctor is still out there somewhere and he’s now got his memory back. You’ve just got me tied to a chair. I’m pretty worthless. Sorry.’ He managed to shrug despite being tied up, clearly a practised manoeuvre. ‘Really. I honestly don’t know why I’ve been pretending to be him, but I am definitely not him. I am plain, simple Rory Williams from Leadworth. It’s a lovely English village with a post office and a duck pond,’ he added, helpfully. He smiled, clearly pleased with himself.

His smirk faded as he noticed the creature again. He narrowed his eyes. ‘Sorry if I’m pointing out the obvious, Dr Bloom, but you’re a nasty piece of work. I mean, you’ve got me tied up next to a little girl. And is that thing really going to eat us?’ He wrinkled his nose and turned to me. ‘You know, I should be used to this kind of thing by now, but I’m really not.’ He seemed different, Mother. Less… odd, less like a schoolteacher, more… friendly and fun and somehow charming. He pointed at the towering creature with his shoulder. He winked. ‘Now then, Maria, don’t you worry about that thing, the Doctor will probably be crashing through that door in a second.’

‘The Doctor?’ demanded Dr Bloom. ‘Who is this heroic Doctor you’re going on about?’

‘Ah,’ said Rory, visibly growing. ‘Bit taller than me, bit weirder, goes crashing around, breaking things. Always rescuing me at the last moment.’ He coughed and repeated loudly: ‘At the last moment.’ His eyes wandered over to the door, and for a second he looked hopeful.

‘Did he by any chance wear a bow tie?’ I asked, suddenly fearful.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Looks silly, doesn’t it? Why?’

‘I think he may be dead,’ I said.

‘Quite right.’ Dr Bloom laughed like a drunk uncle. ‘Kosov threw him off a cliff.’

‘Oh,’ said Rory. He seemed crushed. The moment of triumph had passed. I felt so sorry for him, but also disappointed – I’d used the secret word and very little seemed to have happened.

He went silent for a moment, then he looked up. There was a different tone in his voice. Worried. Defensive. Really angry. ‘Where’s Amy?’

Dr Bloom leaned back against his desk. ‘She is down on the beach,’ he admitted eventually.

‘Oh.’ Rory thought about this. ‘That is not good,’ he said, really angry.

‘Not good at all.’ Dr Bloom nodded in agreement. ‘So you see, my dear sir, you’ve not won anything at all, have you?’




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