☆ Before the Flood ☆

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"So, there's this man. He has a time machine. Up and down history he goes, zip zip zip zip zip, getting into scrapes. Another thing he has is a passion for the works of Ludwig van Beethoven. And one day he thinks, what's the point of having a time machine if you don't get to meet your hero's? So off he goes to eighteenth century Germany. But he can't find Beethoven anywhere. No one's heard of him, not even his family have any idea who the time traveller is talking about. Beethoven literally doesn't exist. This didn't happen, by the way. I've met Beethoven. Nice chap. Very intense. Loved an arm-wrestle. No, this is called the Bootstrap Paradox. Google it. The time traveller panics. He can't bear the thought of a world without the music of Beethoven. Luckily, he's brought all of his Beethoven sheet music for Ludwig to sign. So, he copies out all the concertos, and the symphonies and he gets them published. He becomes Beethoven. And history continues with barely a feather ruffled. But my question is this. Who put those notes and phrases together? Who really composed Beethoven's fifth?"

The Doctor finishes plugging in his electric guitar and strings a few notes.

The Doctor and O'Donnell exit from the TARDIS and was met by a fake town with Russian signs, cardboard cut outs of people but completely deserted.

"Where's Bennett? We need to get going," the Doctor says.

"Oh, he's still throwing up. One small step for a man, one giant bleurgh,"

"Oh, time travel does that sometimes," he says.

"Somehow i doubt that Rose or Martha or Amy lost their breakfast on their first trip,"

"You seem to know an awful lot about me,"

"I used to be a military intelligence. I was demoted for dangling a colleague out of a window,"

"In anger?"

"Is there another way to dangle someone out of a window?" She asks. The Doctor smiles and looks to the ground.

"What year is this?"

The Doctor licks his finger and puts it in the air.

"1980,"

"So, pre-harold Saxon. Pre- the Minister of War. Pre-the moon exploding and a big bat coming out,"

"The Minister of War?"

"Yeah,"

"No, never mind. I expect I'll find out soon enough," Bennett comes out of the TARDIS and closes the doors.

Sorry about that. Had a prawn sandwich. Might have been off," he says.

"Ah ha. Don't worry. Shall we go?" He asks.

"Just one sec, I've got something in my shoe," O'Donnell says. The Doctor shrugs and walks away. O'Donnell jumps up and down in excitement.

"Its bigger on the inside, it's bigger on the inside, it's bigger on the inside. How can it be bigger on the inside, Bennett? Ok, let's go," she says, soon catching up with him, walking past fake shops fronts, a telephone bocmx and a poster of Stalin.

"Why have we gone to Russia?" Bennett asks.

"Er, we haven't. We're still in Scotland. This is the town before it flooded. The TARDIS has brought us to when the spaceship first touched down. But here and now, it's the height of the Cold War. The military were being trained for offensives on Soviet soil," the spaceship stood in the distance with it's rear ramp down, parked in front of the church.

They go inside the spaceship. The missing stasis chamber is in place, and a wrapped mummy is lying on the other one.

"Oh, is that the piolet? My god, look at the size of it," O'Donnell says.

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