The Doctor and I- Episode 1 Part 2 I got so busy that I couldn't finish this. Paul stepped in and made my pencils/roughs sing. I think it's very nice representation of both of us. The next part is so damn cool. I wish I was drawing it -but hopefully Paul will have time to do what he's threatening to do and draw the whole sequence.Paul says
Well it took long enough, but here's the second chunk of script for THE DOCTOR & I! This is seriously the first time I've had in months to finish this one little illustration for it. This piece was originally a rough pencilled piece by my talented bud Shawn Van Briesen
, but he got even busier than me and had to reluctantly bow out of the project. I finished the pencils (I'd say it wound up about 2/3 Shawn and 1/3 me) and did the inks and colors.
CHECK OUT PART ONE HERE: [link]
THE DOCTOR & I
EPISODE 1, PART 2
The Doctor gazes across the room at the Master's smoking remains, slowly walking toward them. He's in shock- not fully comprehending the danger he's in. The Dalek is rolling his way. Alison runs toward him. The Master's severed android head sputters out a few remaining words before running out of power...
SHALKA DOCTOR: MASTER!
THE MASTER: DALEKS, AGAIN? HOW TIRESOMELY PREDICTAaaaabbbllllllleeee...
SHALKA DOCTOR: OH, MASTER... I'M SO SORRY.
DALEK: NEW TAR-GET LO-CAT-ED!
The Doctor comes out of it too late, he's in the Dalek's sights. Alison screams and tugs at his sleeve desperately, just as the Dalek inexplicably BLOWS TO PIECES. The silhouette of a tiny, surprisingly humanoid figure flails in the wreckage for a split second as it burns to death.
ALISON: SNAP OUT OF IT, DOC!
Alison and the Doctor turn to see the 8th Doctor standing quietly behind the Dalek, with a big smoking energy gun in his hand. The satchel he carries hangs loose and unbuttoned- apparently it's where he keeps the gun.
The Doctor gets up and storms toward the 8th Doctor angrily. Alison follows behind. The 8th Doctor walks toward the console, totally unfazed by what he's just done.
SHALKA DOCTOR: SINCE WHEN DO WE CARRY THAT?!
ALISON: WHAT, THE MAN-PURSE?
The 8th Doctor hits some switches on the partially-damaged console. He looks over at Alison and raises his eyebrows as he calmly asks her a question. The Doctor slips on his trademark cape and leans over #8's shoulder, glaring at him.
SHALKA DOCTOR: I DON'T DO GUNS.
8th DOCTOR: GOOD FOR YOU. I DON'T DO DALEKS.
TARDIS SFX: VWORP! VWORRRRRRP!
8th DOCTOR: DEADLOCK THE DOORS-?
Alison hits the deadlock button by the door controls. She looks very (understandably) confused. The 8th Doctor flashes a small grin and offers a friendly handshake. Suddenly, for just a second, the charming whimsical 8th Doctor we know and love is back. Our Doctor isn't so amused though, pointing disdainfully at him.
8th DOCTOR: THANK YOU, ALISON. I'M THE DOCTOR, BY THE WAY.
SHALKA DOCTOR: NO- NO HE ISN'T!
SHALKA DOCTOR: YOU'RE NOT LIKE YOU WERE! YOU'RE ALL... WRONG. THE GUN, THE HAIR-
Two-shot of the Doctors looking at each other. Our Doctor is slowly waking up to the nature of this "new" Doctor...
SHALKA DOCTOR: THE FACE...
SHALKA DOCTOR: ...
...and finally, he understands. A bit, anyway. The 8th Doctor nods sadly.
SHALKA DOCTOR: THIS IS VERY WRONG, ISN'T IT?
8th DOCTOR: I'M AFRAID SO, DOCTOR. SORRY.
The moment is lost as a thundering crash blows the doors off their hinges. The Doctors and Alison swivel their heads at the sound. The 8th Doctor looks only slightly more prepared for this. He starts to move toward the TARDIS he arrived in.
8th DOCTOR: IT MUST HAVE REPORTED BACK-
8th DOCTOR: RUN!
Strange OGRONS (again, straight from the Japanese novelization of DAY OF THE DALEKS) burst through the door, blasting everything in sight. Another Dalek moves along behind them, shouting orders.
DALEK: O-GRONS, IM-MO-BIL-IZE THE DOC-TOR! DE-STROY ALL OTH-ER LIFE-FORMS!
SUBTITLES: 医者を捕獲しなさい! 皆を殺しなさい!
The 8th Doctor barrels into the other TARDIS (again, with its odd outward-swinging doors, which reveal odd bits of machinery on the inside). The Doctor is right behind, pulling Alison by the hand.
ALISON: ARE ONE OF YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN-
BOTH DOCTORS: LATER!
As she crosses the new TARDIS' threshold, her head swivels at the sound of a low, chilling laugh. She looks back and sees something behind the Daleks, something strange...
VOCES (o.c.): Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....
Alison's POV, as the doors close behind her. Drifting through the smoke of the burning console room, something... different... steps onto the main platform. Dark, ominous shapes move past the Daleks...
DARK SHAPES: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...
And then the door closes. Whatever it was, it's gone. Allison shivers, her mouth still hanging open. She points back at the door, stupefied. The 8th Doctor hits switches wildly, dematerializing. This console is a dense, cyberpunkish vision of 80s sci-fi.
ALISON: WHAT THE **** WAS...
ALISON: DID YOU LOT JUST SEE THAT?
SHALKA DOCTOR: THAT WASN'T LIKE ANY DALEK I'VE EVER-
8th DOCTOR: I WOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT- STRANGE DALEKS ARE THE LEAST OF OUR PROBLEMS.
TARDIS SFX: VWORP! VWORRRRRRP!
The Doctor closes his eyes, looking rather absurdly meditative (given the circumstances). The 8th Doctor turns at him, annoyed.
SHALKA DOCTOR: YOU KNOW THIS WOULD JUST BE EASIER IF YOU'D LET ME READ YOUR MIND...
SHALKA DOCTOR: CONTACT.
8th DOCTOR: WOULD YOU KNOCK THAT OFF, ALREADY?!
High angle, giving us a wider view of the Nelvana console room. The Doctor gestures toward a modified flying version of Bessie, looking worse for wear and crashed on one end of the room, along with some pieces of a slightly altered K-9 and some dead Cybermen (again, all from the Nelvana cartoon). This place obviously saw some action a while back. Best guess, someone flew it through the doors and straight into a wall while trying to shake the Cybermen off. The 8th Doctor pays no mind, looking at a readout on the console as the ship rematerializes.
SHALKA DOCTOR: WELL YOU COULD AT LEAST ACCOUNT FOR YOUR HORRIBLE SENSE OF FENG SHUI.
SHALKA DOCTOR: THE DESKTOP THEME IS DREADFUL, WHATEVER IT IS. "SPARKPLUG"? "BETAMAX INNARDS"???
8th DOCTOR: IT'S CALLED "NELVANA". I DON'T GET IT EITHER.
TARDIS SFX: VWORP! VWORRRRRRP!
The 8th Doctor quickly hits the door switch and runs back toward the doors. The Doctor and Alison run after him.
SHALKA DOCTOR: YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN-
8th DOCTOR: THE OWNER OF THIS TARDIS IS LONG DEAD.
The walk out the doors onto an utterly shocking sight...
They're in a massive TARDIS room, one of the biggest we've ever seen. It appears to have once been a magnificent botanical garden- big enough to have had its own self-sustaining ecosystem. All the plant life is sickly or dead now though. What's more breathtaking is what now fills its once-green fields...
It's a sea of TARDISes. Hundreds- Police Boxes of all sizes and varieties. Some aren't even police boxes- there's red UK-style phone booths, US telephone booths, a blue port-a-john, a jade pagoda, a blue armoire, a few SIDRAT style time capsules (as seen in THE WAR GAMES), the pipe organ from ATTACK OF THE CYBERMEN, even the huge crystalline Type 90 TARDIS from the 6th Doctor comic THE WORLD SHAPERS...
The Doctor and Alison stand in awe for a moment. The 8th Doctor barrels forward, gesturing into the maze of ancient time machines...
8th DOCTOR: MINE'S THIS WAY.
They run through the strange mostly-blue ocean of TARDISes. The 8th Doctor seems to know where he's going, but god knows how amongst so many mostly-similar shapes. A horrible sound echoes from behind them. Our Doctor slows his pace, looking back in horror. Alison looks as well. She doesn't know what she heard, but it's definitely not good.
TARDIS SFX: VWWWWORRRRRRRRRRRRR-AHHHHH!!!
8th DOCTOR: WE HAVE TO KEEP MOVING.
ALISON: WHAT WAS THAT?!!
SHALKA DOCTOR: THE TARDIS. MY- OUR TARDIS...
CU of the Doctor, in profile. He's stopped dead in his tracks now. He gazes back in the direction they came from.
SHALKA DOCTOR: IT'S DEAD.
SHALKA DOCTOR: I- I-
Same angle. He doesn't cry, but the Doctor puts his hand to his eyes as though he wants to.
SHALKA DOCTOR: OH ALISON, I'VE LOST EVERYTHING.
Same panel. A voice comes from behind...
VOICE (o.c.): NOW, NOW, MY BOY. MUSN'T GIVE UP HOPE, MMMM?
VOICE (o.c.): THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE.
Same angle. The Doctor lowers his hand, distracted from his grief. He looks like he's just heard the oldest, most familiar voice he's ever known. And yet somehow, it's different...
Same angle. He turns, looking back over his shoulder- toward the direction they'd been headed. He looks hopelessly confused by what he sees...
SHALKA DOCTOR: WHO-?
Standing nearby, in front of an open Police Box is the PETER CUSHING version of the Doctor- the human scientist known only as "DR.WHO". He smiles consolingly, with a gentle (if slightly nervous) laugh. Next to him is another Doctor, as played by RICHARD GRIFFITHS (the man who may well have played the 8th Doctor if things had gone differently). He looks exactly like the late Phil Bevan's illustrations from Doctor Who Magazine imagined him- save for a radish pinned where his scarab brooch should be.
DR. WHO: AH- MMM, IT'S "DR. WHO", ACTUALLY.
The Doctor and Alison stare, aghast.
Dr. Who frowns in a sad, slightly funny way, nodding his head.
DR. WHO: OH DEAR ME. THIS JUST GETS MORE COMPLICATED, DOESN'T IT?
TO BE CONTINUED...