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April 28th, 2010


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12:30 am - Part 3: The Hall Of Doors


Away went Nyssa like the wind

Nyssa was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up onto her feet in a moment. She looked up, but it was all dark overhead. Before her stretched another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. Away went Nyssa like the wind, just in time to hear him say as he turned the corner, “Oh, my helmic regulators! How late it’s getting!”

She was close behind him when she turned the corner, but as she did, the rabbit was nowhere to be seen. Nyssa found herself in a long low hall, lit by roundels. There were TARDIS doors all along the hall, but they were all locked. When Nyssa had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever going to get out again.

...about fifteen inches high...

Suddenly she came upon a little console table made of solid glass, with nothing on it but a tiny golden key. Nyssa’s first thought was that the key might belong to one of the doors of the hall but, alas! – either the locks were too large or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little TARDIS door about fifteen inches high. She tried the little golden key and to her delight, it fitted! But of course, she was too large to go through the door.

She went back to the little table, hoping that she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes. This time, she found a little bottle (“which certainly was not here before,” thought Nyssa.) Tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label with the words ‘DRINK ME’, beautifully printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say “Drink Me,” but the wise little Nyssa was not going to do that in a hurry. She had read plenty of stories about people who had come undone by sipping from bottles marked H2SO4 and the like. However, this bottle was not marked ‘poison’ or even anything like – so Nyssa ventured to taste it and found it very nice. It had a sort of mixed flavour of celery, marmalade, jelly-babies, carrot juice, fish fingers and custard, and very soon she finished it off.

“What a curious feeling!” said Nyssa; “I must be shutting up like a telescope.”

And so it was indeed.
...which certainly was not here before...

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