A Lord Out Of Time (London,12th August 2051)

[The Seventh Doctor]

The Doctor took effort as best he can to land the TARDIS at his destination, Oxford Street, London, Earth in the year 2051, date being 12th August. As the Time Rotor grinded to a complete halt, the Doctor pulled the lever to open the white, roundel-filled doors. He casually donned his straw hat, his grey coat, and took hold of the question mark handle of his umbrella and casually walked out of the TARDIS. Upon stepping outside of the police box, he found himself to be in the middle of an alleyway. A few buildings looked like they were still undergoing repair from obscene weather conditions, but nothing too major.

“Look at you, old girl. Fish out of a pond. Just like myself at my present moment…” The Doctor wasn’t sure that she would remember him as ‘The Doctor’ but it was merely her programming that thought he was a completely different person, or if she genuinely thought he was a different person and the poor girl was suffering dementia.

He rested his hand on the closed door of the TARDIS and mulled over his present situation. He’s landed in 2051, where storm conditions were nothing to write home about, some people say it was done by an invading alien force rather than naturally; as a result, agriculture began to take a hit. On the other hand, countries were well developing their space programs by now. 2041 saw the colonisation of Mars by one Adelaide Brooke to form Bowie Base One, there were already space observatories such as the wheel. Of course, those typical humans wouldn’t notice such a disaster being in quiet cities. It’s like when you witness a natural disaster on the news and you’re nowhere near it.

While humanity would have a long way to go repair it’s natural organic life, in terms of its technological developments it was progressing along nicely and didn’t look too much of a disaster as a result. Especially one seemingly insignificant tool, the hydraulic-powered claw, which was the first piece of the tool the Doctor needed to remove the paradox machine.

“Perhaps this is a game of fate someone has set for us. One we have no knowledge of. For once, we are the pawns rather than the masters…”The Doctor speculated. “No matter…all the pieces may fall into play as we discover them…” The Doctor locked the doors and proceeded to head out into the city.

[Kenneth Murdoch]

Kenneth Murdoch


It was a night just like any other night. There was a cool breeze in the air, and the streets of London were full of life. Unfortunately they were also full of death. A navy blue car could be seen cruising along past the various shops and residences. It was a vintage Rolls-Royce Phantom, circa 2030. Kenneth's parents had given it to him as a present upon his graduation from Kingston. He liked that it looked fancy, which was funny because he didn't consider himself to be a fancy person. Though it was amusing to see the looks on people's faces when he arrived on the scene. Kenneth was hoping for a quiet evening, but in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't going to happen. Just then, his phone ringer went off. Sighing mentally, he reached into his pocket and hit the 'answer' button before putting it to his ear.

"Murdoch here." It was his stepfather who replied. "Ken, it's me. Listen, I've just sent Cassie out to a double homicide over near Hyde Park, on the corner of Portman Square and Wigmore Street. I want you to meet her there." Nodding to himself, Kenneth prepared to turn right at the intersection he was currently in the middle of. "Got it Leon, I'm on my way." And with that, he set his GPS and headed for his destination. Luckily, he wasn't far and it only took him about ten minutes to reach the scene. As he pulled up, a uniformed officer stepped up to the driver's side window to stop him. Kenneth quickly rolled down the window. "I'm sorry sir, you can't come through here. This is a crime scene." Kenneth rolled his eyes and reached inside his light grey overcoat for his badge.

He brought it out and flashed it at the policeman. "CSI Kenneth Murdoch, I'm with the crime lab." Upon hearing Kenneth's words, the officer swiftly bowed his head in apology and waved him on. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. Please, go on. Your associate just arrived a few minutes ago." With that, Kenneth rolled the window back up and drove past the roadblocks, parking next to what he recognized as Cassie's white BMW. He shut off the engine and stuffed his keys away before stepping out of the car. Kenneth glanced around and spotted Cassie kneeling on the front porch of a house. He walked over to her and peered over her shoulder. "Hey Cass, what've we got?" She looked up at him and smiled slightly, then turned back to what she was examining for a moment before standing up to face him.

"A neighbor heard a commotion and went over to see if everything was okay and found the door standing open. She walked into the living room and found the bodies. One's male and one's female, according to the neighbor the man is Rex Alexander, the owner of the place. But she didn't recognize the girl, and I couldn't find any identification." Kenneth nodded as Cassie spoke, listening to what she said carefully. He glanced around Cassie to look at the open door. "There doesn't appear to be any sign of forced entry. Did anyone examine the bodies yet?" Cassie pointed inside the doorway. "Not yet, but be my guest." With a snap of his fingers, Kenneth reached into his overcoat and pulled out a pair of navy blue rectangular framed glasses. He didn't need them to see, he just liked to wear them. "Okay then, let's go." Kenneth gestured to Cassie and followed her inside the house.

[The Seventh Doctor]

[OOC: This is just to set something up if the mods said yes to my question about the psychic paper, if not, just ignore this development]

The Doctor pondered something. This may be the time to get something he needed, and unlocked the door of the TARDIS and entered it again. Taking off his grey jacket, he instead put on his black coat. It was heavier with more items in the pockets, nevertheless, the Doctor walked out and locked the door of the TARDIS again.

The Doctor walked through the streets of London; this is one of the things he loved about Planet Earth. No matter what adversaries were brought towards the Earth, humans always managed to piece back things together sooner or later. From looking at London in 2051 from an outsider’s perspective, you’d think hardly any damage was done. He walked through until he arrived at what seemed to be a local crime scene covered by roadblocks.

“Hold it sir, may I see some identification please?”

This caught The Doctor by surprise, he had thought he could charm his way in. Nevertheless, he quickly spun a story to be let into the crime scene.

“Ah..I’m Doctor John Smith, Aberdeen Crime Lab. I was in the area when I came across the crime scene and would like to offer my expertise if so required.” The Doctor replied.

“I’m sorry Mr Smith, without identification I can’t let you in” The guard replied.

The Doctor was a bit of a loss for words here, frankly. He wasn't entirely sure yet if what he was working on would work or not. Nevertheless, he tried to quickly spin a story to get in.

"There is a rather large amount of traffic on Oxford Street, I'd imagine you'd need to make them aware of the situation. And even the local radio stations." The Doctor replied.


"Hmm, yeah, you've got a fair point mate...but I can't leave my post..."


"I'll watch it for you."

"Alright..but don't mess anything up..."

The guard turned to leave. The Doctor then proceeded into the building to investigate the crime scene. Keeping out of sight of the two young investigators there already, he turned his attention to other aspects of it.

"Fascinating, human crime scenes...they always try and seek the finesse details of crimes committed....wish I found more of that on other worlds..."

[Kenneth Murdoch]

Kenneth Murdoch


Cassie lead the way as Kenneth followed her into the house. He noticed right away that there had been a struggle. The floor was littered with miscellaneous objects, some broken and some in one piece. There was a large shattered vase near the left hand of the male victim. "Well whoever it was that did this, Mr. Alexander looks like he put up one hell of a fight." Cassie nodded and walked over to the opposite side of the room where the female victim was and knelt next to her. "I've never seen wounds quite like these before. I can't figure out what could have inflicted them." Pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, Kenneth went to stand next to Cassie. He peered down at the body and tilted his head. "Those are definitely unique. We should look around, maybe we'll get lucky and find the murder weapon."

Cassie stood up and glanced around the room once before turning to face Kenneth. "Believe it or not, this is the second oddity I've come across today." A quizzical expression formed on Kenneth's face as he stared at Cassie. "What do you mean?" As she spoke, Cassie traveled to the other side of the room where she began examining a red leather chair. "Before I got the call to come here, I was at the precinct talking with some of the officers in the lunch room. And this one bloke kept going on about a blue box over on Oxford Street. You know, like the ones the police used back in the 1950's." Kenneth's quizzical expression changed to one of amusement. "Bet you he got pissed last night, probably had a hangover. I mean what would a police box be doing, here and now?" Cassie simply shrugged before reaching for an instrument from her tool kit.

"I dunno, maybe it's part of a museum exhibit or something." Kenneth decided to forget about the blue box for the time being and focus on his job. "Hey Cass, I'll finish up in here. Why don't you check out the rest of the flat?" She nodded and grabbed her kit before standing up and walking down the hall. Once she was gone, Kenneth went back to examining the room as well as the two bodies. He readjusted his glasses and looked at Mr. Alexander, and then the female victim. "Okay miss, just what is your role in this mystery?" Kenneth rubbed his chin as he pondered and then began pacing back and forth across the floor. As he paced, his eyes spotted a small shiny object by the coffee table. "Hello, what have we got here?" And with that he stepped over and picked it up, examining it closely.

[The Seventh Doctor]

The Doctor peered over the crime scene and kept his head down pretending to be one of the workers when two young humans approached the crime scene. They initially seemed to be discussing the body and the unique wounds on the body. He hadn’t had a chance to check the body yet, and hoped his story would hold up.

The subject then moved to one of their colleagues allegedly discovering a blue box, from how extremely rare, almost nonexistent they’d by 2051; he’d presumed someone had stumbled upon the TARDIS. Well, as long as no one tried to unlock it to get in they should be alright. Nevertheless, he listened attentively to their conversation. While it was occurring, the Doctor went over to a rather old fashioned looking chair, wooden, with red velvet acting as cushions. He caught an odd, rather pleasing scent on the chair and sniffed to try and get clarity on the smell.

“Fragrant essential oils…aroma compounds…fixatives…solvents…perfume. It is possible the victim was sitting here a short period before she died…” The Doctor theorized to himself.

He wandered over to the broken vase that Mr Alexander had used as a weapon. He observed it being rather antique in nature, a piece of history shattered, a shame. He eventually came up to a deduction.

“A classic pottery rose vase. Produced in 1844….rare by 2051, gone by the 2090s I’d say...poor fellow, he was desperate to use anything as a last resort” The Doctor noted.

Casually walking across the crime scene he moved over to the window and the curtain.

“Curtain has slight tears...possible slight forced entry?”The Doctor pondered, tilting his head. It was now time to move towards the body wounds. He noticed a box of gloves that was left there, and a crime scene photographer putting on one pair. The Doctor moved and took another pair, putting them on and going over to the body. He first moved his fingers to her neck.

The Doctor observed the male human’s body wounds. He tried to surmise the body’s wounds; the neck appeared to be floppy, as if there were no bone supporting it. The skin of the neck felt…odd. Rougher than what usual skin would be. Tracing finger down to where the neck ended and the chest began, there was no pulse, yes, but something else was up. There was no bone around where the heart would be.

“Very strange…perhaps the killer wanted something with the heart… there’s no bone at all from the neck downwards...”

He looked to his arm. There seemed to be a traditional bullet wound in the same area. Why did the killer not patch up that wound as well? He turned to the female victim; she had the exact same wounds. That was highly suspicious…

He turned his attention to the young CSI examining a glossy object. Walking over to him, black coat and yellow question mark filled sweater in full; he began to speak in his regular high class voice, with his normal Scottish burr.

“You’d be so kind to dust that for prints. Glossy surfaces can be rather notorious for fingerprints…” The Doctor noted. Then he realised the man wouldn’t have a clue who he was, and continued once he gave Kenneth a chance to react.

“I sincerely apologise...we’ve not been introduced…Doctor John Smith, Aberdeen Crime Lab. Trained at the university of Edinburgh under Doctor Donald Willows.” The Doctor explained calmly. “You might want to run that body with your doctor or whoever does the autopsies at your lab, I’ve noted some very interesting things…”