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Contributors to this Issue: Chad Gay, Mrs. Jane Hausfeld, Karen Hellekson, Carla Hemmingson, Eileen Jones, Lucia Johnson, Brinn Sea, Sean BonBrioson The Gglllfrwey Ggzette Is Intended solely for the enjoyment of the fans of the BBC-TDseries Doctor Who, 1M RII correspondence will be considered for publication unless clearly noted otherwise. Rddress all submissions and correspondence to: The Gallifry Gazette 3226 Dupont Rue N., Minneapolis, MN

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Hello agaIn! Canyou belIeve It? The G.G.Is goIng on Its third yearl!l And they have been good years, too. One might tend to think that It must be all work, no play, burn out any day, but nO...lt hasn't been that way at alII And you, fans, wrIters and arttsts, are the reason 1tall goes on. We have PUZZLESIWe have new storIes; poems, and the conttnuatton of Checkmate by Karen Hellekson. Also, for your enjoyment, I Include a few Dr. WhoFllksongsl For those of you who will come to the MlnlCon (Easter weekend at RadIsson South) I will have some Fllk Songbooks,with Music scores and art from the fIrst 8 G.G.S.OtherwIse, these can be ordered from me (see address) for $2.00 plus postage which Is estImated at this date at being around 75 cents. These songs are not all mine; many come from varIous fans In fanclubs here In MNand other areas as well. This has not been a kInd year to Dr. Who fans. Ian Marter passed away earlier this year, and now, In March, Patrick G. Troughton also has left us. I feel very grateful Indeed that I met him when he and Col1nBaker came to MInneapolis In 1986. It Is with sadness and respect that this Issue of the GalIIfrey Gazette Is dedIcated to the memory of PatrIck Troughton. There Is a brIef bit of biographIcal Info on him, and some notes on varIous fans and their feelings for hIm. .And now...the moment you have all been walttng for ...lt Is ttme to readl I look forward to comments, Ideas, storIes, (and I wI II TRY to reply to and/or prInt lettersl) And one more thlng ...many thanks to The Second Act (the Great Costume rental store I menttoned last time), located at 212 3rd Ave N.,MinneapolIs. They, too, help make Dr. Whovlans and Star Trekers happy wIth Wonderful Garbl

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FARWELL TO A FALLEN DOCTOR Jane Hausfeld

It was the second stop In less than six months, and it was a very exciting time for everyone, I would not have been able to enjoy the pleasure of meeting Patrick Troughton due to a prior commitment,. If I had not received a very fortunate phone call. My caller informed me that Patrick would be at the World's Wlthjn bookstore, the next day, Friday October 3rd, 1986! The next day, my best friend and I arrived at World's Within. to find Patrick talking and joking with the employees of the store. I was very Impressed with how ageless he seemed. He answered all of our Questions, and posed for pictures with us. He even gave us autographs - I know I will treasure mine always. Someone had even ordered a beautifully decorated cake, although, regrettably, he never had time to taste it. One of the highlights came when he held the newborn baby of the store's owners In his arms. The baby seemed less then thrilled, but Patrick, himself a grandfather, was clearly enjoying It. _ And then, on March 31, 1987, I heard the sad news. Patrick died while appearing at Magnum Opus Con 2, with Louise Jameson, Anthony Ainley, George Takal, Walter Koenig and James Doohan. He had turned 67 only 3 days before he passed away on March 28th . . ' Even though he was not my favorite Doctor Who actor, he was a warm, funny and charming person. His death leaves an emptiness in the Whovian World, as no onewill ever be able tOTi II this unique man's shoes. None of us who met him will ever forget him ...Goodby Doctor 2...Goodby Patrick ...your memory will live on in the hearts and minds of us all.

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The Doctor and Romana arrive at dusk on the planet Kergiard, which according to the Doctor's files is in the middle of its Dark Ages. However, when they leave the TARDIS, they are promptly shot at by strange uniformed guards carrying lasers. Evading the guards, they stumble onto neatly groomed grounds belonging to a nearby manor house. They spy for several minutes at a party being held in the manor's gardens and note that the guests are from two centuries into the future. Just as they are about to slip away and investigate, a guest, surprisingly armed with a deadly weapon, confronts them and forces them out of cover. Part the Second She cut her mind loose from the noise of the party outside, concentrated

instead on the small figure before her.

the electrodes

She activated

hooked to her head and saw what the child saw, felt

what the child felt ... "You don't have to be afraid of me," she whispered. going to hurt you.

I was just commissioned

-I'm

not

to do your portrait."

The child, a frail girl in her first decade, raised her eyes to meet those of the artist's. the most prominent without realizing

Big blue eyes, heavily

feature of the child.

lashed, easily

The artist shut her eyes;

it, the girl shut hers too, but as the artist began

to work, she could only whimper. "Please ... come join the party." and dangerous.

The woman's voice was flat

The Doctor was about to answer when they both saw

her finger tighten just a hair on the trigger.

The Doctor wordlessly

shut his mouth as they stepped forward into the light. The chatter of the party abruptly ceased as all the guests turned around to face them, staring in frank amazement. the disintigrator

said nothing, just looked at them over the barrel

of the deadly weapon.

The woman with

Since no one seemed to be saying anything,

the Doctor started the ball rolling. "Hello," he began. "Brilliant, Doctor," Romana whispered,

glancing at him over

he= shoulder. He shrugged slightly and continued. "Er ... we're new in the area and we were wondering direct us to a nice little country inn.

if you could

You know, someplace

we could

get a bite to eat, maybe someplace where we could stay the night .• The Doctor looked around at the blank faces of the guests. Still no one said anything. He continued brightly.

"Well thenl

us go and take a look around ourselves point us in the right direction ...• The woman in red finally spoke. •1 was afraid you'd say that .• cautiously;

Perhaps you'd just let

for an inn, if you could just "You may not leave .•

The Doctor lowered his hands

Romana, seeing that the woman didn't kill him, assumed

it was all right and lowered her arms also. back into her fingertips and wiggled moving . •1 hope you're not planning

She felt the blood rush

them a bit to get the circulation

to keep us here too long .•

felt it was about time she had a say in something. you could at least feed us.

Romana

"Or if you are,

I haven't eaten since breakfast .•

nOh, surely it's been longer than that!" the Doctor exclaimed, turning around and plucking some sort of roll from a guest's plate. ~\.tpt'.\.i,dil He bit into it hungrily and said something;lauding the food, that Romana couldn't quite catch.

She got the feeling he was about

to grab a plate and start down the buffet when a man came up briskly behind the woman in red, took her gun away from her, and turned to the Doctor and Romana with an ingratiating smile . •Please feel free to make yourselves at home.

Please everyone!.

the last to the guests -- "Go back to the party; I'll deal with the intruders .•

The hum of activity started again behind

them and

the Doctor hastily relieved a guest of the plate he had been carrying . •I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner; I realize the unit that apprehended you must have startled you.

It has limited"J~;,~"e;' capabilities

is only capable of certain commands and vocalizations."

and

He shook

his head ruefully as he turned to the woman android and gave her a little shove. and talk. house.

She walked quietly to a guest and began to smile,

.You see?" the man asked, leading them gently toward the

.Its party mode is excellent but unfortunately

doesn't

work well in situations with intruders .• Romana managed to scoop up some food as they passed the buffet, then turned and appraised tall,

the man.

He was a little over two meters

with short sandy hair, a discreet moustache,

and darkly tanned

3 skin.

She was not surprised

to note that he was wearing

green and

silver, though he was not wearing a jumpsuit but a suit. "Your android seems very sophisticated ;

Romana commented.

at what it does do well,"

"Your guards do a very good job at keepi.ng out

i.ntruders, so I wouldn't worry overmuch." The man smiled down at her. me ample opportunity "This certainly

"Ah, but you're here, which gives

for worry." is a lovely home," the Doctor commented

stopping their companion

from continuing.

then,

"Who owns it?"

The man lost his smile and stroked his moustache

thoughtfully.

"It belongs to an artist, Amelia Rhoades-Martin." "An artist!" the Doctor repeated. "It's hard to say.

"What is her medium?"

Four-dimensional

sculpture

is the best des-

cription, I believe." The Doctor's voice lost some of its foolishness. "We will get to meet her, won't we?

He said,

I would be most interested

seeing some of her work." "Miss Amelia is doing a portrait right now," their jailor said slowly, "but when she finishes it, I'm sure she'll be happy to see both of you, Mr. -- ?" The Doctor smiled; Romana thought it looked a little grim. What does he know that I don't? she thought to herself. Doctor.

"Not,Mister,

And this is Romana."

"How do you do," Romana responded automatically. "And I'm Jeffrey Willman."

He stopped in front of a side door

of the house and opened it for them. "Why is Miss Rhoades-Martin

"After you."

doing a portrait during a party?"

Romana asked as they were led to a sitting room and seated. "A guest asked her to do a likeness of her daughter evening; as Miss Amelia is a fast worker,

she just took the child

into her studio and said she'd be out in a half hour. is almost up; I'll send her in here before In the meantime,

please wait here."

only this

That time

she rejoins her guests.

He exited firmly; after a few

seconds the Doctor got up and tried the door. "Locked," he stated. "Looks like we'll have to wait for Miss it?M "Or we could go exploring,"

Amelia,

doesn't

sonic screwdriver,

Doctor.

Romana suggested.

"Get out your

It's time we found out what's

going on."

* * * Amelia Rhoades-Martin black-haired

opened her eyes and saw herself -- a young,

woman, sitting tall in her chair, proud and aloof.

Or that was the way she liked people to see her, she amended to herself almost absently.

Inside she felt like collapsing,

falling over to

one side, sleeping ... but she had guests, friends from her old home, her old time. that she had to get back to. the child's portrait would take so long.

She hadn't realized doing One so small, yet so complex.

Her mind worked in a random fashion alien to her; maybe that was why she was so tired.

But the portrait

lay in front of her true-

self; a half hour of looking through two pairs of eyes, seeing herself, the child, the child's portrait

that mirrored

them both.

Amelia wondered for a fleeting moment what the girls' mother would say when the child came home, because on each of her subjects lay an overcast of Amelia herself, Amelia as she really was, the Amelia she tried to hide. The portrait was a masterpiece,

easily her best so far.

She

realized she would have to duplicate,-it, keep a copy for a show. A half an hour of pain and work, but worth it all to look at the blueness in the cube, the blue that was the exact color of the child's eyes. A quiet knock on the door sounded,

jerking the child awake.

She stared at Amelia for a long second, her eyes older than herself, then smiled secretly, holding the bits of Amelia that still lingered to her.

The electrodes were gone now, but the pink marks where the

suction cups had been fastened make an angry contrast against her fair skin. "Come in, Jeffrey," Amelia said, rising without but wincing

inside.

apparent

effort

She took the child by the hand and they faced

the door. The door hissed open and Jeffrey stuck his head in, taking in the scene of the artist and her subject. approvingly.

"Very nice," he said

"About time you expanded your horizons,

before you rejoin your guests, there's some intruders room ...they're very strange, certainly not dangerous, did:,'t explain what they were dofng on the grounds. better see them.

Amelia.

in the sitting though they I think you'd

Their names are the Doctor and Romana."

"I'll join them there at once.

Please take the child to her

mother and tell her I'll deliver the portrait ~

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after I make a copy

tomorrow."

She gave the child a push toward Jeffrey, who took her

hand in his and turhed to the door as Amelia quickly cleaned up. "And what's your name?" he asked politely,

affecting

the baby-

talk voice that most adults extend to children. The child looked at him strangely,

puzzled.

she asked, drowning Jeffrey in her blue eyes.

"Don't you know?"

"I'm Amelia!"

They had had no trouble getting out, but now they were having trouble getting in.

Though probably,

Romana reflected,

they weren't

wanted in, because there were "Do Not Enter" signs positively

plaster-

ed over the whole door. onto "high" and gave "Should we try "No good," he said at last.

The Doctor switched the sonic screwdriver the door one last try. another door?" "No,

let me try."

The Doctor handed Romana his sonic screwdriver, handed it back.

"I need a bit of wire."

"All right, here you are."

He handed her a length of some thin

wire in a roll that he had discovered "Thanks."

but she promptly

in one of his pockets.

Romana stripped the yellow insulation

fingernails and went to work.

off with her

She couldn't remember where she had

learned this trick, but the several times she had had to use it on Gallifrey it had worked.

She ionized the bare wire and inserted

it into the keyhole, frowning in concentration

as she tried to remember

exactly how to turn it, how hard to push, the correct angle ... There was a low click, barely audible, as the lock sprung. She turned the knob -- the only door using that archaic method,

she

would warrant, as the rest of the doors slid -- and they both stepped in. "It's a storeroom,"

the Doctor assessed.

Romana agreed as she

took in the rows of small cubes, the stacks of taller transparent "canvases" and the table laden with packages, â&#x20AC;˘

ready to be mailed.

In one corner of the room was a small miodar hookup -- probably the pictures could be "read."

The 'Doctor continued.

"This must be

where she stores her completed works." Romana shut the door they had just entered behind them.

"Doctor,

just what do you know about this artist, this Amelia Rhoades-Martin?"

"Not a lot," the Doctor admitted. it and I can't quite remember.

"I've been thinking

about

Too bad K-9's not with us, he'd knoN

right away." Romana had only been half-listening cubes. subject.

as she browsed among the

Each was labeled with a neat card stating the title and the She picked one at random called "Deadly Threat;"

later,

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intriguing.

No sub3eGt was given, just the word "Anonymous,"

she slid it into the miodar anyway and began fastening

but

the electrodes

on. "I want to see what her work is like," she explained, attaching the electrodes

deftly.

her fingers

"This whole thing is a mystery

obviously Miss Amelia is from another time.

Is she hiding?"

"We'll probably know the answer to that sooner than we want to," the Doctor answered. "And the robot -- I wonder why she's bothering

to have androids

built if she's got all those human guards?" "More strength," flats swiftly.

the Doctor .suggested, flipping through

the

There wasn't a lot to see when you had to use a miodar

to get the full effect. "Mm." Romana sat in the miodar's up on an eye-level stand.

Without

chair and propped

the cube

a word, she flipped on the power.

Her eyes were drawn to the cube at once; it was fascinating, she couldn't keep

her eyes off it.

And it drew her in, let her

see the tracery of the mind that had built the picture and, larger, the mind that formed the picture

itself, a horrible, black, twisted

mind that Romana started getting confused with herself ..â&#x20AC;˘ Her identity ceased to be that of Romana, Time Lord from Gallifrey,

and instead

became Aarmand, slayer of souls and singer of death songs.

She didn't

hear herself begin to scream as the last vestiges of Romana fled, as Aarmand squeezed her brain to drain out her humanity ...

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FRIENDS Lucia Johnson The Doctor stood outside the TARDIS, 100k1ngup at the two moons that hung In the night sky. Earth had only one moon. Wherever he was, it wasn't that small planet he'd come to care for, his second home.. "Wonder where the TARDIS has brought me this time?" Suddenly, he was aware of eyes watching him; not animal eyes, but intelligent eyes. Cautiously he removed his coat and sat down on a rock. He knew that In the moonlight his white shirt, scarf, and light colored vest would make him a perfect target. Yet he wanted to meet his watchers. "You can come out. 'won't hurt you: He let his hands lie open, palms upward on his legs. Nothing happened. The eyes were still there amongst the rocks, but now he could sense curiosity overcoming the suspicion. Patience was critical now. Curiosity was a powerful force that, at times, could even overcome fear. He knew that well enough. He orten Forgot to be aFraid when he was interested In something. A small Figure slipped out From the rocks. At First he thought it was a child. Yet the movements were too 11the and conserved For one so young. A Few yards away the figure stopped. Now, the Docotr could see this was no child. The figure was a male clad in blue and gray with a headpiece that lay against white Flowing hair. At his hlp hung a short sword that looked dangerous enough to any creature. Around his neck hung a sliver of rock with a hole pierced through It. The cord seemed to be made of hair rather than leather. Around his wrists he wore bracelets of sliver-colored metal. Then, to the Docotr;s astonishment, he realized that the man's eyes were la~ger than normal and the ears were large and flowed upward to a point. And the hands had only Four appendages instead of five. Otherwise one might have mistaken him for a chlld. "How did you come here, human?" The blue eyes held an unwilling curiosity, but the face held anger. "I heard strange sounds and then this blue building appeared: "' am not human. I'm a traveller. My TARDIS landed here by accident: A small flicker of thought touched the Docotr's mind. He didn't resist. "Your thoughts are not those of humans. They speak of concern and caring." The man came closer until he stood right In Front of the Doctor. Cautious, he reached out and touched the

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Docotr's chest. HIs large eyes grew even larger as he felt the two heart beats. "No humanor Elf has two heartsl What kInd of beIng are you?" He moved back. "I'm from another world. Gallifrey. You can't . , see It from here. I'm called the Doctor: "' am Skywlse: He sat down facIng the Doctor. "An unusual name: "' have always looked at the sky. 't was said that' saw the sky the day' was born and never stopped lookIng at It: HIs eyes drifted up to the nIght sky. "Others fear the night sky. I see the stars as friends: "Youspoke of humans and elves. Youare an Elf?" The Doctor clasped his hands together as he looked at hIs new frIend. He could see that Skywlse dIdn't seem to fear him. "Yes. Generations ago the HIgh ones came to this world and the humans nearly destroyed them. Wehave no love for them and they have no love for us. Only a few have not sought to destroy us: Skywlse looked at the Doctor. The clothes he wore were unlIke anythIng Skywlse had ever seen. And tall! He was as tall as the first born had been. "And where are your people now?" "On the other sIde of thIs great wall. In a place called 'Sorrow's End': "What brings you thIs far from your vlllage?" "I was watchIng the sky when I heard your...TAR...DIS. I came down to find out what It was and' saw you come out: "' felt you watchIng me: "I don't trust humans as much as Cutter does. Others In our village would have killed you when you fIrst set foot outside. You look too much lIke a human: "Who Is Cutter?" "My chief-and my frIend. He led us here many seasons past. Humansburned down the forest where we l1ved, so we fled here to escape the humans: "Haveyou found the peace you desIre here?" "Yes and no. The wolfrlders have always been forest people. Weshall always long for the green of trees. Sorrow's End Is home to the sunfolk. The desert Is their home. There Is peace here, but I miss the peace of the forest: The Doctor saw a kInd of sadness In Skywlse's eyes that he understood only too well. Then In a twlnkl1ng it was gone. Skywlse stood up and walked over to hIm. "If , return tomorrow, wlll you tell me about the stars?" "CertaInly. Always happy to share what I know." He grInned wIth del1ght. Skywise's own smile answered him. â&#x20AC;˘â&#x20AC;˘

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For a week the Doctor and Skywlse studied the sky. The Doctor pointing out different stars and namIng them while Skywlse looked on, amazed. All that he'd suspected about the stars was true. Each was a sun like their own sun! In return Skywlse told the Doctor of the elves' ancestors. The -Doctor was fascinated by the story. He was also Interested In the different abilities that the elves now had. Onenight Skywlse came with another elf. The Doctor needed no Introduction. He knew It had to be Cutter. LIke Skywlse, Cutter's hair was light colored, almost a pale blond with one section tied up In the Chief's lock. His eyes were a shadeof blue that the Doctor had rarely seen before. They held a wisdom that was much older than the face that held them. For all his youth, Cutter was wiser than he had the need to be. His father's death had thrust leadership upon his shoulders early. The Doctor felt those eyes measure him carefully after the fIrst surprise had passed. Nothing escaped those eyes. •So you are the Doctor. Skywlse had told me much about you: Cutter's eyes met solIdly with the Doctor's. •1am honored to meet you, Cutter: With Skywlse. the Doctor spent most of his time sitting or on one knee so he could see eye-to-eye. With Cutter It was different. This first time he would greet the young chief standing at his full height. .You were rIght, Skywlse, he Is talll You and I together could not equal hIs height: Cutter's blue eyes twInkled as he looked from Skywlse to the Doctor. The Doctor could only wonder what all Skywlse had told Cutter about him. As their conversation lingered on Into the early hours of morning, the Doctor glimpsed the close bond of frIendship that linked Cutter and Skywlse. ThoughSkywlse was older, his love and respect for Cutter was evident, and equally balanced by a streak of pure audacity that only he could get away with. He could tease Cutter unmercifully. The Doctor could hardly contain his own laughter as the two elves teased each other. As the first streaks of dawn filtered across the sky, Cutter and Skywlse got up and saId gOOdbyeto the Doctor, with the promIse that Skywlse would return In the evening. He watched as the two elves disappeared Into the rocks. The Doctor had Just finished a modification under the console when he heard Skywlse call him. Then the elf peered Inside the TARDIS. His eyes grew large as he the extensive Inside. •Come In," The Doctor was used to the surprise visitors dIsplayed when they first saw the Inside of the TARDIS,but he always delighted In the amazement. The old girl was antiquated by Gallifreyan standards, yet she was his and he was proud of her.

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"By the high ones! How is this possible?" Skywlse slowly came inside, his eyes taking In everything as he peered around the control room. "Outside this TARDISIs the size of a tree and yet Inside, It is larger than Leetah's houseI What shaper could make this?" "No shaper of this world. Think of It as...a kind of magic." The Doctor stood up and brushed himself off. "Would you l1ke to see more?" -'-'Thereis more." Skywlse couldn't even begin to understand __ this TARDIS,but he couldn't resist the chance to see shaper magic that was this faclnatlng. "I would see more, Doctor'" Together the two of them wound their way through the corridors of the TARDIS. Along the way they peered into rooms that even the Doctor had forgotten about. Finally they came to the cloister. Skywlse was delighted at Its garden-like atmosphere. He wandered around, admiring Its quiet beauty while he gently Investigated the fol1age. If only RedJance could see these plantsl He would enjoy discovering the new kinds of plants here. The Doctor smiled as he watched Skywlse. The elr was enjoying himself and the Doctor was happy to give him the chance. He enjoyed Skywlse's company, but knew that it would all too soon come to an end. Another day or so would see him on his way, and this time would Join his other memories. Whenthe two of them finally emerged from the TARDIS, It was beginning to storm. Lightning ripped across the sky and the wind blew Skywise's hair around his shoulders. "I'd better return to the village before the storm gets worse. Goodbye,Doctor." Skywise headedfor the rocks. "Be careful, Skywise'" The Doctor watched him as he reached the rocks. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash and an explosion. The last thing the Doctor remembered was being thrown off his feet, and landing hard against the side of the TARDIS. Darkness crashed behind his eyes...

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UHAT DO YOU DO UITH A DAUHKEH TlnELOAD? Uhat do you do .Ith a Drunken TI.elord7 Uhat do you do .ith a drunken Ti.elord? Uhat do you do .ith a drunken TI.elord7 laying in the TAADIS! (Doctor 1) Show hi. holographlc8 'til he'8 80ber (2 .ore tI.e) Saving U8 the TAADISI (Doctor 2) Play hl8 recorder 'til he'8 80berl (2 x) Saving U8 the TAADIS! -~-- (Doctor

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He's a Gallifreyan TimeLord oh that we can't deny, and they call him a rebel and there's no question why, he's got such lovely company the TV says they're chaste, well what the hell we all can tell, the Doctor's got good taste! CH He's a Gallifreyan TimeLord, yes he's the only one We share in his adventures, Applauding all he's donw The Doctor is our hero, look at all the fights he's won But you can bet the TV doesn't show us half the fun! The Doc's had many faces, he's never been a bore, from Hartenell to Troughton to John Pertwee wait, there's more! From young Davison so handsome, to the Bakers with their grins, But for those of you too new to know, those last two are not twins! CH The Doctor's had companions, both young and old and fair From brave Leftridge 8tuart to Turlough's bright red hair From young SUllivan to Adric, and ladies now for you Joe,Zoe,Perri,Sarah Jane, Nyssa,Leela, (what a view!) Now if I haven't mentioned al~, there's just to much to tell we hope we have him here for life and we wish the Doctor well, for cybermen and daleks, this word from us must do the Doctor's too damned busy now for the likes of all of you! He's a Gallifreyan TimeLord he's our televsion Guest we share in his adventures 'til the poor chap needs a rest! The Doctor is our hero, we see him at his best (And you can bet the BBC has censored all the restl)

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REUNION

Carla HemmIngson

The soft warmth of the.May evening breeze touched her cheek, like a caress from Johnathan's hand. Yet, she shIvered, and tried, vainly, to recapture the joy she'd known only a few short hours ago. WeddIngs,she scolded herself, were lIke that, up one moment, down the next, an emotlona I ro lIer coasterl She allowed herself a moment alone, to reflect on the events of that afternoon, when she, Sarah Jane Smith, had becomeMrs. Johnathan Whlterldge ... It had been a small wedding, with her Aunt, her frIends and former classmates andJohnathan's family and close frIends. Harry had come, lookIng perfectly splendId wIth hIs wife and a new baby, too. The BrIgadIer had arrIved In top form, too. And In the dIzzy time that followed, the vows, the exchanging of rings and well wIShing, the tea and the garden party later, she had almost forgotten her dIsappointment at not seeing the Doctor amongst the guests. Silly, really, to ImagIne that he'd comel The BrIgadIer had Informed her that although he IJad seen the Doctor as he had fIrst come to know him (the one before he had been when she had met hIm), that was not the norm and quIte against rules. She had seen the 5th Doctor, If briefly, In that horrible encounter on Galllfrey. So, perhaps It was better to forget It. How would It be If that youngish man had come, and she had been hopIng It was the regeneration before hlml 'Sarah? Are you all rIght, luv?" She turned, smiling at Mrs. -Augusta Whlterldge. Her new mother-in-law was a dearlAnxious gray eyes surveyed her crItically.

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He was familiar himself with a bit of the goIngs on with UNIT,as he happenedto be one fine compuer engIneer, working on the frontiers with space exploration. She had to smile. If he had seen the TARDIS,he'd have worked himself straight Into a rest home tryIng to figure It all outl ,---He held out her shawl, a look of understandIng in hIs eyes. "At least If you're goIng to stand about out there, do keep yourself warm. Uncle James Is at it again with his hunting tales. I imagine It will be at least a half hour before anyonegets a word In. I'll look for you then, all right?" She smiled gratefully at hIm. Harry gave him a smile of genuIne thankfulness. "Would you do me a favor, there's a good chap, and tell Bess I'll be along soon? Sarah and I were just goIng over some of the old days, you know how It Is. I just never get down this way now, with the baby and aII." "It'd be no trouble at all, Dr. Sullivan. Keep an eye on my wife, though." Johnathan smiled and went back insIde, "He's regenerated agaIn. I wonder how It happened? Its hard thinkIng about that, knowing that the young man I met Is already gone!" Sarah sIghed. Harry noddedglumly with a wry look. "The BrIg saw hIm before this last time, you know. He told me that was one of the reasons he had to...retlre for a bit. Said something I dIdn't rIghtly understand, about hIs past self and hIs future self meetlngl I dare say that would have a nasty effect on me, tool" Harry said wIth a shudder. They walked across the lawn, with the carefully tended shrubbery and new plants set out In pots beside the hedges. Sarah sat down upon the little swing by the gatehouse and Harry slowly sat down beside her. "Sarah, you know, you can't let this get to you sol We all knew we'd most likely not be seeing him again once we went our separate ways. And really, could you have gone on traveling with him?" "No, Indeedl But don't you ever wonder what it would have been like, how much more you might have seen or learned?" She searched his face. He sIghed and looked away, smiling In spite of himself. "Of course. But I was never much for that. My frist trIp with the Doctor was really an accldentl Youknew him much longer than I did." Harry glanced up sharply as he heard Bess call from the house. "Harry? Could you have a look at little Peter? Agusta says he feels hot to her." Harry sighed and arose, squeezing Sarah's hand. "Well, I had better go on In, old gIrl. Don't be too long, all rIght?" She smiled and nodded.

"Thanks, Harry. You've been a real friend." She watched hIm leave, biting her lip for a moment. And then she almost screamed as a voice, very close by, startled her. "Sarah ...is that really you?" She jerked about, slippIng quickly off the swing. Harry and the Brigadier were coming across the lawn agaIn, just In time to see her hurryIng toward the hedge. She hesitated, seeIng them, then quickly, she waved them over. "He's herel" she whispered. He stood, the wind gently tossIng his curls, the long scarf " waving a bIt In the night breeze. HIs face lIt up as he beheld Harry and the stunned Brigadeir. "Doctorl How on earth did you...?" Harry began. "Oh, Its quIte sImple, really. I happened to be In the nelgborhood, tlmewlse, that is. I saw your engagement announcement and noted the date and place. Wouldn't surprise me at all If some of my other selves came, too. Did they>" he seemed a bit anxious. "Well, yes, one did come earlier today. He seemed worrIed about the rules, too." Harry saId, grInnIng. "Yes, weIll Not all of us I suppose will get hold of the news In time. How are you doIng?" The question was meant for Sarah aIthough he looked at a11of them. She hesItated, starIng hard Into the blue, familiar, and yet oh, so very allan eyes. How was she? Could he really know? Could he ever know what It was to fear age, to fear the future, he, wIth his 1211fetlmes? She bIt her IIp. "Johnathan Is very nIce!" she saId, a bIt too quIckly. He smiled gently, that knowIng, wise look. "Yes, well, I'm sure he Is. You all look very weill It Is good to see you, Harry, BrIgadIer." It was not really a dismIssal, but they accepted It anyway. It was for Sarah that he had come, risking no doubt a good deal In doing so! This reunion was a gift, no matter how brief. "Well, I was just coming out to let Sarah here know her Uncle Is almost done with his story and the BrIg had to get out and stretch his legsl" Harry said, g1v1ng the Doctor's himd a hard squeeze, as dId the BrIgadier. Then, wIth a nod and a smile, the two men headed back for the house, allowing Sarah a moment alone with the fourth Doctor. "I'm so glad you came." It was sImple, heartfelt, and he at once took her hands In hIs, smiling agaIn at her response. "I have something for you." hIs eyes became serious now, and warm with a look of compassIon, perhaps, or something else she dId not quIte understand.

He reached Into his great coat and carefully removed a small package. "Mind you, Its not too practicaL:' he said a bit nervously. Sarah grinned. Well, It was nice to know she had struck him as being the practical sort, anyway! And then she was staring, and abruptly fighting a tear, too. For In her hand was a simple, yet, elegant locket with no picture Inside, but a small Inscription. She stared hard at the words. The face of yet another Doctor seemed to come to mind, one with sliver hair and a fatherly smile. But It was the fourth Doctor who had thought to share It, even If both had never said It. "To Sarah-I will never forget you. The Doctor" . - -So slmplel So utterly, wonderfully simple, and yet, for him, for one who had had to remind her that he was flot lIumafl It was far more than a simple thought. For he would live for many times her lifespan. No doubt, he would also have many companions, like the . lovely girl she had seen earlier, Perl? Had that been It? Yes, Perl...and the Brigadier had mentioned others, a girl, Tegan, and another, Nyssa...there would be others. But the simple knowledge that he would not forget, that was a gift, a source of comfort he could not have guessed at. She struggled with the tears. "Tears, Sarah Jane?" She remembered, when thls ...regeneratlon had been 'born', how the silver haired man had looked at her and smiled, so gently, so kindly at her. She looked up. "ILlt Is beautiful. Thank you: she could say nothing more. He smiled, obviously pleased. He nodded,as If at a loss for words himself now. "I am so glad you came: she said it simply. He noddedagain, a knowing look In his eyes. "Well, one has to do this sort of thing once In a whi Ie, yes? 1t Is getting late, though, and you'd best go inside now where Its warm: "Will you Join us?" she said hopefully, knowing as she asked that he would not. . "I can't. Youmust understand, Sarah, that I know some of what your future will be. It Is best I don't. But 1will remember: he smiled again, and looked away, allowing her the moment she neededbefore saying goodbye. She watched him leave, walking In that casual manner of his, the scarf trailing over the lawn. And then, clutching her locket, she turned to go inside. He would remember. And so would she...they all would. And It was a gift better than any she would ever know...that brief, wonderful, reunion In the garden on her wedding day.

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AT THE CONVENTION! Brinn Sea You are at the convention, the Dr. Who convention you have saved for and planned for and finally-made It to! Between movIes and costume dIsplays and panals you finally drop off for some very badly needed rest...and you dream, what everyone who REALLY loves Dr. Who must at one time or another dream ...that lie actually has come to the convention as weill Jay Goodhue, (well, Doctor 3 really, but he was a Mundane Just now) paused on the 5th fllght of staIrs and tried, one more time, to make himself bell eve that he was having fun. Oh, he was having fun, . all rlghtl His feet were swollen, hIs head ached from too much, wei 1...too much everything, and now the elevators were all Jammed down on main floor! Not that he mInded, really, since being a liaison for so wonderful a guest as none other than hIs favorite actor, Tom Baker, was part of the bargalnl But he was so tlredl He smiled as he spotted his fellow llalson, LIsa Snow, leading a wan but smiling guest to her next spot. "See you on the flIp sIde, LIsa!" he called, trying to sound allve. "All rIght. If I know up from down by then!" she added. Mr. Baker glanced up, nodded and arose. He was wearing his scarf and coat, (It was, after all, a very Important convention or he wouldn't have been so klndll Jeff watched him as his body ached In unison with the actor's. "Right this way, sir: he said. Deep within the huge room which housed props, numerous Images and figures from prevIous shows, an old, familiar wheezing ftlled the room. But the sterlo system was not active. And If the guard outside had opened the door at lust the rlaht moment, he would have beheld something that no special effects ever quite dupllcated ...the appearance of one very real, functioning, TARDISI Well, malfunctioning. It had not Intended In the least to appear In Chicago.

NOh,bother. Now what...?" the Doctor mused as he peered out the view screens. The sight that met his startled eyes was very unusual Indeed! Directly Infront of the TARDIS was yet a second TARDIS, and nearby, a thlrdl And over t!Jere by the door was ...the Master's TARDIS? That couldn't bel He stared at his controls. "Well, we'd best have a look, Doctor, shall we?" he said to himself and stepped, cautlously, out into the room. It didn't take long to ascertain that these were indeed, fakes. Why, he could hardly see himself entering, let alone doing anything In the tlny space the first TARDIS actually encompassed! On the fifth floor, meanwhile, Jeff and Tom Baker had Just entered the stairwell. Jeff smiled as he heard the old, welcome sound of elevator doors opening above them, and quickly he turned to Tom. "Hey, thats the elevator! Come on!" Tom blinked, and smiled In relief. The 11ft had arrived! He turned to follow the youth, and one boot heel caught In the wool scarf. With a shout of dismay, he toppled down to the landing, 4 stairs below. "Mr. Baker! Oh, man, are you all right?" Jeff walled, flying down to the man's side. "Aghl Oh, botherl Its the ankle, I'm afraid." he winced and carefully felt along the unJured member. "Can..can you make It to your room? I'll go get help!" Jeff said, his face white as the actor's. "Here, give us a hand, yes?" Tom said, struggling carefully to his feet. He limped carefully to the room, sitting heavily on the bed. Unseen by either of them was a pair of bright blue eyes which followed them down the hall. He had been most delighted as he wandered down the hallways, smiling as bemused young men and women thrust papers into his hand for the signatures he could not quite understand. Many a person wondered that day why Tom Baker was signing The Doctor versus Tom Baker, but few cared to ask. Maybe he was just very much in the spirit of thingsl He studied the art, watched, a bit anxiously at first, as Cybermen and Sontarans wandered by, hid himself as a Dalek rolled by and then grinned as a child popped up out of It to get some pop from a beverage dispenser. It was all In jestl He dldn.t really know why, (or for that matter, how they knew so much about him here) but he enjoyed it anyway. He had heard the sudden shout of distress and almost, almost, had come to the aid of the victim in the stairwell, until he had seen

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the man. Now, as he followed the youth's exit, he carefully made his way to the door, and then, paused. What to do. To enter would risk not only establishing his being here, but It would give the poor fellow inside a bad turn, too! But why let the poor chap suffer when he had at his disposal a quick solution to a simple turned ankle? Tom Baker glanced at the door as the knob turned. That boy was fastl He had refused the phoning of medical aid, fearing the frightful press and disruption It would lead to. And besides, the Ice from the pop machine seemed to be helping things along nicely. But as the door opened,Tom Baker felt, for perhaps the first time In his life, that just maybe he had done a 180 around the bend. "Ohdear...do I have a concussion...?" he muttered as the bag of Ice he was holding on his leg slipped to the carpet. The man looking at him was just too perfect a likeness to be part of the masquerade. This was, it had to be, the real thing. The Doctor, the fourth Doctor, was really standing his room! "Mr. Baker! They'll be right up and-ohmygodwhols that?" Jeff squeaked,(being out of breath from the stairwell In the first place). The sight of the Doctor (It was but it couldn't be but It was) sufficed to take his remaining breath away as effectively as a rabbi t punch. "Do come In: the Doctor said, smiling at the amazed boy's face. "I'm not exactly sure what I am doing here, but this fellow seems to be Injured and the least I can do Is see to that, yes?" "Uh...uh..: Jeff stuttered, staring at Tom's equally stunned eyes. "Very good. Shall we close the door, though?" Jeff shut It as the Doctor calmly bent over Tom's swollen ankle. "Hmm...that's a nasty sprain. Well; let's see what we can do..: he removed a wonderful, very real, very un-prop-llke gadget and applled that llghtly to Tom's leg. Tom gaspeda little and stared as the swollen ankle beganrather nicely to knit Itself In splendid haste. "Ah, that's got It. Now, I should be going. I rather fancy that seeing the two of us could be a bnlt difficult to explain, yes?" he said as the two stared at him. Neither Tom Baker nor Jeff moved as the Doctor smiled, shook their hands, and quickly set off down the halls, on his way back to the real TARDISstilI nestied safely amidst the props. They sat staring at each other, as the anxious medical team scampered In, and stood, wondering If perhaps they had not one but two patients, and neither with a bad ankle.

The guard glanced up as Tom Baker walked past him to the Prop room and vanished within. He was used to that sort of thIng. He dId not hear the strange wheezIng as the thIck doors closed and muffled the sounds within. But he was a very puzzled man when, less than 2 mInutes later, without ever having left the room, Mr. Baker and hIs liaIson walked past on the way to the main panal about to start. And come to think of It, he had never seen such a weird look on anyone's face as the English actor, or the kid, too, for that matter, had on theirs" Even the medical persons (all three of them at that) looked, well...very strange. He scowled. If anyonehad been so kind, they might well have told him that he had the exact same expressIon on !lis face too, but then, everyone had better things to do, such as attend the best part of the convention. If Mr. Baker seemed a bit out of sorts, what of It? Actors are expected to be like thatl

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Perl sat in utter deJection, watching the figure laying so sti 11 on the bed. The Doctor, now in his 5th regeneration, had not moved for over an hour. She shivered, remembering another blond haired man who had died to save her. Was it going to happen again, she wondered. The events of that morning hung over her like a smog from L.A. First, the innocent walk, alone, by the river, while the Doctor had pursued his favorite leisure, fishing. Then the song, the wi Id bird-like call that had lured her off the path, into the thicket. She had seen nothing unusual, noticed nothing remotely dangerous. And then the Doctor had come, looking for her, ready to leave, and he had seen what she had not; the strange little lizard on the branch close to her head. He had not had time to warn her. It was one of those things one faces, where action and deeds must replace words of warning. He had flung her out of the way, taking the polson meant for her directly in his throat. The rest had been a blur. He had wheeled round and run for the TARDIS, where, no doubt, the antidote could easily be made If It didn't already exist in the slckbay. But he had not made It that far. She had found him laying Just Inside the control room, 'moaning and clutching his throat In pain. It was all she could do to get him to his bed before he had become unconscious. Now she was helpless, unable to rouse him and unable to even guess at what might help him. The Doctor drifted in a haze of pain, dimly aware that he needed help. And then he stared as a face, oddly famlliar, yet very old, forgotten even, swam into view. It was an old man, In a dark coat, with a cane and burning, intelligent eyes.

"Now see here, what have you gotten yourself Into?" he said rudely. The Doctor moaned. It was hlmselfl It was the first Doctorl "Well It seems quite obvious to me that he's been poisoned. The Stiver Splkemouth, If I'm not mistaken: said the second Doctor who was also suddenly beside his bed. The Doctor stared at them. "What, may I ask, are you two doIng here?" he demanded. "Ohmy, he does seem a bit out of sorts, doesn't he?" said the third Doctor, frownIng. "Weill shouldn't wonder, with you about!" snappedthe second Doctor, glaring at him. "Well, are we all here, then?" asked a merry voice. The third Doctor jerked as he stared at the fourth. "Ohmy heavens, this Is a nasty surprise: he muttered. "No worse than you were for mel" snorted Doctor two. "Well, five and one does make six, yes?" asked the fifth Doctor with a pleasant smile. The Doctor whimpered. All five of them? All five of his previous selves standing about his helpless form? He had only once experienced anything so dismaying, and that had been when the fifth Doctor and 3 of his other selves had found themselves on Galllfrey facing the horrors of the Gameof Rasstlon. "Look, this poor fellow needs help and soon: the third Doctor said gravely. "Well, what can we do about It?" demandedthe second. "I suggest we have a look at the control room and find out just exactly where we are: The first Doctor said. They all looked at him, then at each other. "Oh,very we II: muttered the second Doctor as they aII trooped Into the control room. "Well, I thInk we're In luck: the fourth Doctor said as they studied the co-ordinates. "Hmm...oh, yes. Very much so. Vector I, goo.yeslQuadrant 3. Set It for Quadrant 3." the fifth Doctor said. Doctors one, two and three eyed the two of them. "And what, If I may ask, Is It that you are looking for?" asked Doctor 3 stiffly. "It was after your time. That's the co-ordinates of the BI-AI Foundatlon.oowhereI met Professor Marlus. And Kg: Doctor four mused. "Ah, yes. That was a nasty bit, wasn't It?" Doctor five said, .enjoying the annoyanceof the first three Doctors who, of course, did not know what they were talking about.

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"Astrold ...K4067...must see...Prof essor..: mumbled the Doctor. Peri hurtled to her feet, rushing to his side. "Doctor? Doctorl Please, how can I help youT she pleaded. He struggled weakly to sit up. "I must set...co-ordlnates. L1stenl Listen!" paused, swaying. "Co-ordinates are...are..: It was too mcuh. He fell back again. Perl noted with growing concern that now he tossed and writhed, and sweat was beadIng on his face as If he fought a terrible fever. "Well, now what? Its all over wIth this poor chap If we can't help hIm, and soon!" the third Doctor said grimly. The fifth Doctor seemed very distressed, and shared a solemn look with the, third. After all, both of them had perished because of poison. Spiders, and spectrox. Doctor three sighed. "Bother' Perhaps we could all link minds, give the poor fellow a little more strength?" he suggested. "It might work. If we could rouse him, perhaps even guide him In a subambulant stage..: mused the first Doctor. "He'll have to be less delerlous: Doctor two said flatly .â&#x20AC;˘ As he Is now, he might well take that poor girl to the astroid belt and get us all kllled: "Now that Is a nasty thought'" Doctor four muttered. And then he smiled. "What Is itT Doctor five asked, watching him. "If we combine our thoughts, perhaps we can help him through his companion: he said. Doctor five blinked. "Perl? Well..: he hesitated. Doctor four studied him, curious. "Youknew her?" "Yes...she was with me when I regenerated: Doctor four looked down. What a sltuatlonl "Well then, if you know her, do you think It could work?" Doctor one asked, not being one to w'ait while a person's life hung In the balance. "Perhaps. She's not very mechanical, I'm afraid: he looked wryly at them. "But It is worth a try. Surely anything is better than simply waiting for him to die'" The Doctor tossed about on the bed, shivering, moaning. He stared at Peri with fever-bright eyes. "Youmust go to BI-AII Must reach Professor Marius..: he mumbled.

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"Oh,yesI The last Doctor...dled, uh, regenerated, and It was becauseof mel" she added. The Professor glanced at her, concerned. "Now now, you mustn't blame yourself! And by the way, 1must say, I prefer you to the last companion he had...what was her name?" "Leela." KIT supplied. "Oh,yes, very savage one. But brave, too, couldn't have done It wIthout her. Now let's see what we have here..." "Presence of un-metabolIzed polson-neurotoxic level 3 on rating scale..."KIT cllcked. The Professor winced. "That Is not good."he murmered. "Wha-what does that mean?" Per.1asked In alarm. "Well, Its rather Ilke a cobra bite my dear. Youare familiar wIth that specIes of snake, aren't you?" he asked. . "Yesl They're one of the most deadly types!" she stared at him fearfully, "WIII he dIe?" "Oh, my no. Well, at least, I don't think so. Its not a QuestIon of beIng able to fInd the correct antidote. Shouldn't take any tIme at all. But Its been In hIs system for a long tIme and that's what concerns me just now..." the Professor said grimly. "How does...neurotoxic polson work?" Perl asked SOftly. "Well, poisons of these kinds, bItes, I mean, tend to follow one Of two patterns. Somekinds w111paralyze, Ilke, oh, curare. Old you know that comes from frogs? Well, the other kind, thIs kind, tends to dIsrupt the nervous system ...lt could stop the heart or shut down the breathIng reflex." He hesitated, seeing her horrIfIed look. "He's dyIng, Isn't he." she asked. "Perhaps. But we may be In time to reverse the effects. Come along now, there's no time to waste'" Peri followed the Professor and the whIte clad assIstants to the receptIon area and then, at the commandOf the supervising staff, took a seat as the Doctor was whisked away to be data lysed. "Well, Its out Of our hands now, Isn't It? I hope you dId the rIght thing!" Doctor three saId stIffly as he studIed the fourth and firth Doctors. "Well, there was hardly another option, now, was there?" the fIrth retorted. "Ohcome now, you two! This was the closest source of aId about, and he's In good hands, I'm sure Of Itl" the fourth Doctor said lIghtly. "I rather like that KIT automaton." he added. "Well, lie would. I happento know he rather lIkes felines." Doctor two saId, pleased wIth their reactIons to hIs comment.

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"Yes, jf not for that, it would have taken over us and who knows what else, too'" Doctor five chimed In. "I...am ...not going ...to let this ...llzard best me'" Doctor six gritted from set teeth. Beside him, the screen displaying his vital signs abruptly flickered. "What's happening? Please, I need to know!" Perl demanded. The Professor turned to her with a smile. "Well, it would appear my dear Peri, that your Doctor Is going to recover after alll Mind you, It was touch and go for a time there, but those readings look very reassuring now." It was 'Iate, and Peri sat quietly in the' room the Professor had arranged for her to spend the night In while the Doctor gathered his strength before being discharged. Again and again she tried to come up with some explanation for how they had reached the Foundation, but none came. How had she, who had never before flown the TARDIS, set the co-ordinates, let alone taken off and landed. Had they all come, somehow, sensing the Impending death and her peril, too? She wouldn't ever know, she told herself. The Doctor hadn't said anything, either, but somehow she had the feeling that he, too, had been in communication with his former selves. She had seen It once before, but then it had been a very real, physical presence and one explained simply by their both being In the same time zone and space. This was ...well, something new. Professor Marius, too, wondered aloud to KIT as they sat studying the data compiled on this latest Doctor. "Well, I Just don't know ...could they have been there, somehow?" he mused. KIT, as all robots will do, did not Ignore the question. "Insufficient date ...However, T1meLord physiology Is very complex. Evidence might lead to speculation that memories of former selves can become almost independent personalities within one mlnd ...see Multiple Personality file, log 3354 - 33." The Professor grinned. Well, that was one explanation. No one would ever know for sure, he mused. But what did it matter? Perl and the Doctor were safe, and somehow, he had the feeling that five other Doctors, too, had reason to celebrate this night!

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