The Third Encounter
EPILOGUE
by John Seavey
It really wasn't his fault, he thought glumly as he walked down the London street. He had other things on his mind. How was he expected to remember every little thing?
But, the fact of the matter was, he was stuck. All of his equipment for entering hyperspace was in the TARDIS, which he couldn't get to. And even with early 21st century technology, it might take him years to rig up a working substitute.
He walked up to a phone booth and dialed a number. As usual, he had no money. But hopefully UNIT took collect calls.
It took a good deal of effort, but he finally got through to Brigadier Bambera. "Hello," he said, "this is the Doctor. I was wondering if you'd be interested in a Scientific Advisor."
"Well," Bambera said skeptically, "I can't deny that you were useful back in '97. But it's been quiet lately..."
"That will change," said the Doctor. "The next few years will see humankind take greater strides than ever before--and as they go forward, other things will be there to meet them. This is a critical juncture in Earth's history, and UNIT will play a major role. You might just want some help."
"Alright, Doctor, I'll bring you in on a trial basis."
"Good! I will need an assistant--don't worry, I have just the person in mind. She's a biologist, a surgeon, a cardiologist--and I happen to know, she's in need of a position at the moment. Her name's Holloway..."
FIN