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Doctor Who Series Ten Revisited-Oxygen

Oxygen

I know what you’re thinking…”hang on a minute Zar, is’nt this episode five?”

In order of transmission, quite so, but this is fanediting and if I feel we ought to be moving up the steps on the ladder quicker, I don’t see the point in trying to slow us down.

Where does that leave ”Thin Ice” you may ask? Well, the honest heart of the matter is I did’nt see a hell of a lot wrong with that story…that, plus I kind of have a soft spot for it seeing as it was initially leaked out earlier than it was intended to air…not a particularly essential story, but one I was still incredibly excited to preview ahead of transmission time. Any time something comes from ”the future”, it makes being a fan as close to the reality of the television show they’re addicted to.

So warm memories of spending Saturday morning watching the ”leak”, the fact that it’s not a bad and rather pleasing little romp [once you get past the preachy SJW gunk], and wanting to get through the series quicker in a most unique manner got me thinking a bit about what to do with as minimal amount of ”Thin Ice” as possible, and I decided to use the final few minutes of it as the pre-titles teaser to this one, the result is a slightly longer than usual opener but I think it still works

As for the ”Knock, Knock” story arc…we see it advance just a little more here, as Bill finally moves in , and The Doctor gets to meet her gang of friends. We also get a little more of the mysterious creeking before we resume the rest of Jamie Matheson’s brilliant ”Oxygen” as normal, with one major omission at the end. In keeping with Jamie’s original script, The Doctor regains his eyesight and doesn’t go blind.

Is that it then? Have we ”seen” [or rather unseeen] the sightless Doc? Maybe…maybe not, depends on if a certain edit goes the way I want, but for now, I hear someone knocking twice at my door…might wait until next week before I answer.

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Doctor Who: Series Ten Revisited-The Pilot [Fanedit]

 

Pilot

And so we have arrived, in two weeks time, in another place, The Doctor WILL fall. What awaits us? More of Moffat’s risk-free resurrections? Will Pudding Brain Joe Public be left scratching their heads in the Timey Whimey wilderness?  Will Simm Simmer down? All this and more will be answered whether we like it or not.

In the meantime, now is as good as ever to start sorting out this particular series. Join me on a journey of rediscovery as I go back in time to try and make this series, weak in many aspects of storytelling and suspense, into something that will hopefully keep people coming back for more week after week.

Starting today, and updated weekly, will be Doctor Who Series Ten as I would have it. A series without unnecessary mystery box teasings, under utilized guest stars, new episodes for Michelle Gomez to chew scenery in, a series with maybe even a few twists and turns in established stories, some stories may even be out of transmission order. So many options as time is rewritten and scenes are re-edited.

 

The following details contain SPOILERS for the series and the edit:

 

 

 

As you’ll find when you open up the first episode…you may find it begins not at The Doctor’s study…but somewhere a lot more distant, both in time and space…on a planet of professional executioners…that’s right, we’re getting the Vault mystery out of the way right off the bat. This is all of the Missy scenes from ”Extremis” repurposed for ”The Pilot”, we cut to the credits just as Missy urges The Doctor to let her live, and from there we find a chap at the door..Bill’s door, as her friends are out house-hunting.

That’s right, the first few minutes of ”Knock Knock” a fun but immensely flawed entry in series ten, pops up in this one too, setting up the events of a future edit, and making a recurring guest star out of David Suchette’s Landlord character.

From there, we cut back to Bill attending The Doctor’s lectures, we don’t need her being formerly introduced to him, all we need to learn is he’s her tutor and that’s it.

While she has selected a new house with her friends, it’s still going to take her a while to move, so don’t worry if you think she’s forgotten about her new digs.

After we pop over to Puddle Lane [god, whoever will get that reference?] after it locates The Pilot, we breifly go back to Doc and Missy before we check in on christmas with the crank and Bill, and from there the episode proceeds as normal until Bill arrives in a panic at the campus. Heather ripping off the Midnight monster and padding out screentime is cut and Bill makes a bee-line for The Doctor’s study.

From there, the only thing left to cut is the trip  to Australia, and then most of the episode is the same, save for the conclusion of the Extremis spots right after The Doctor gives the photos of River Song and Susan a stern telling off. We conclude our edit with footage borrowed from ”Lie of the Land” and then head into next time and the coming soon.

Stay tuned for next week as we put on a brave face and SMILE

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[I will eventually remake this edit along with the remainder with the DVD sources when they become available]

Doctor Who-The Pilot [Fanedit]

 

Link

Had so many ideas for this I couldn’t just wait for the DVDs

Changes

-Titles now come at the close of The Doctor’s speech about the TARDIS acronym meaning “life”

-Episode proceeds as normal until Bill enters The TARDIS. We skip her lines abou t needing the toilet and The Doctor directing her to one, cut from The Doctor’s “gateway to everything” speech to their arrival at the Vault
-Cut The Doctor and Bill in Australia, take them to the alien planet immediatly
-End the episode on Bill’s remark that her tears may not be hers. Cut The Doctor trying to mindwipe her.
-Coming Soon trailer should be a mix of the episode’s version and the original Time For Heroes trailer

Doctor Who-My Angel

Zygon

Photographs.

Prior to the sensations one experiences with the real thing, it is photographs that are your infant footsteps into the mists of time.

The day you’re born, the day you marry, the day life you’ve yourself created comes to life, and the cycle repeats.

All of it contained in photographs.

In her attack on Bannermen Road, Sarah Jane Smith was looking over one such photograph, trying to solve a puzzle. She had been resisting a desire to sort it out at later date, but something was compelling her to examine it more thoroughly now.

It had been sent to her via a time/space telegram courtesy of her computer Mr. Smith, who had intercepted it. The photograph, a colourful photo of what appeared to be a bright and bustling summer’s day, two young and energized people standing still in the midst of a traffic jam surrounding a vast futuristic city with golden spires and lush gardens growing from every rooftop.

They stood transfixed, one holding the other tightly, beside him a small grey and white cylinder.

It was tranquil, it allowed her present mood to settle.

She turned back to her computer to resume her Skype call, all too suddenly reminded why she had put off her examination.

“You alright Mum?” Luke Smith asked as they continued their online chat.

“Tell me more about this Earl ‘Early’ Ladd” she asked

“Well, he kind of got that nickname from how early his social care buddies always were with him. He’s sort of become the envy of the rest of the dorm at the moment, his carers caught wind one of his interests was professional wrestling, so they found someone who had connections with the business and were keen to give him an opportunity to interview them”

“Oh my, I hope he doesn’t feel too overwhelmed” a concerned Sarah asked

“He did sort of vent to me about it, he said he was starting to feel less like a person and more of a project, something for the programme to brag about if he ever achieved success through those opportunities”

“He should make that clear to his carers then, when’s this interview due?”

“It’s just past midnight, so sometime this afternoon, Saturday the twenty-ninth, the choice is entirely up to him”

Luke couldn’t help but notice that Sarah Jane was starting to look a bit distant. Her eyes had widened, her face looked visibly fragile. She peered over at a calendar and let out a small giggle.  Luke kept his eyes trained on her eyes.

“Mum?” he asked

“Oh don’t mind me, it’s silly” she said.

“No, it’s sad” came a voice from behind her.

Sarah turned around to find a lean, tall, somewhat elder man standing in front of a bulky police call box situated in the centre of the loft.

“Mum…is that…” Luke began as he recognized the police box as belonging to a friend of the family, The Doctor.

Sarah swiftly turned back to the computer and cut him off.

“We’ll talk later, ok? You be a good boy and pop off to bed, dream of the next day, or the day before, pick and choose, just don’t worry about tonight”

“Any dream will do” said the man.

“But Mum…” Luke spoke.

“I love you” Sarah continued.

With a punch of a key, the Skype chat was cut off, and Sarah turned to address her visitor.

“Yes, well, memories can be sad as well as kind I suppose” she said

“Tell me what’s wrong” The Doctor replied

“It’s an important date today, surprised you remembered it” Sarah said, folding her arms.

“I count all the anniversaries…none of them get past me” The Doctor replied.

“We both know from experience some people evade time” Sarah replied.

“Not always by choice Sarah” The Doctor responded.

“That photograph you sent me…from the far future correct?”

“Correct” said The Doctor.

“Who’s future is it? Yours, or mine?”

“There’s a third answer to that”

“Yes, well I’m not entertaining it”

“Yes, I imagine you wouldn’t” The Doctor remarked.

“I shouldn’t even have asked you the first question” Sarah replied.

“Days like these to a time traveller…they provide all sorts of questions,  even the answers are riddles to us all” The Doctor answered back.

“Is that why you’ve come…to help us sort something out? Keep that future in place, or are we to prevent it from happening?”

“That would entail running towards something, I just dropped in to say why I’m not dropping in on this day a lifetime ago…why it has to be me”

“Why?”

“I got careless Sarah…incredibly careless. Something happened at the Olympic Games last year for you…so many years past for  me now”

“I saw it on the news, you carrying the torch, I was beaming with pride” Sarah replied.

” I was there twice that day Sarah, a runner with the torch came under attack. I saved him”

“Saved him from what?”

“I delivered him from Angels” The Doctor replied, walking over to a table and flicking small traces of dust from atop it.

“So what was the problem?”

“The Angel found its way into the TARDIS, it gathered up as much artron energy  as it could muster and it hid itself away,  lurked undetected and followed us all the way back to Manhattan where we dealt with other Angels…and when we tucked time back into place, it picked it’s moment to strike…and it took them Sarah, my friends…sacrificed to it…’my Angel'”

“Is that how you lost her?” Sarah asked, knowing what this meant.

“She chose her heart over her head, it’s love, it triumphs, that’s all I can take from this”

“You must tire so easily these days”

“Of what?” The Doctor asked

“Of how many times your hearts break”

“So many of them stray so far beyond me…this one was different, this one encouraged me to go on..just for a bit longer”

“And you did?” Sarah asked.

“Eventually, life sent forth a spark, one that lit the milky way, it will take a very special star in the eye of another to match what I saw in that…whoever that may be, I intend to give their name and their face a place in my memory”

“You’ve forgotten the last one? You?” Sarah said, slightly aghast.

“It surprises even me too”

“But you remember the feelings that person gave you, it’s strong…as strong as when you said…”

She trailed off, not wanting to add further tension, The Doctor opted to finish her sentence for her

“…As strong as when I said goodbye to  you. You and one other”

“Other? There was another?” Sarah asked.

“Her name was River…” The Doctor replied.

A chap came from the TARDIS doors, The Doctor’s plump and oafish assistant Nardole stepped forward.

“Interrupting am I?” he asked.

“Hopefully it’s with good news” The Doctor remarked.

Nardole waved to Sarah, who nimbly waved back.

“Doctor, the temporal tears over Manhattan were made of the same artron storms as those over Coal Hill”

“Are you trying to tell me our attempts to deflect the tears caused them to bounce off one continental radius to another?”

“Were they supposed to?” asked Nardole.

“I’ve got to get over there as soon as possible, someone may lose an arm or a leg over all this” The Doctor remarked, and ushered Nardole back into the TARDIS.

He took a look back at Sarah.

“I’m on call” he said.

“Do your duty” she said.

Before he entered The TARDIS, The Doctor froze, and looked back up at her.

“When River and I last parted…I said goodbye, but I never called her mine. She’d kill me if I ever claimed her as my property”

“It’s never been about property Doctor, it’s always been about the promise. Promise me you’ll be safe…that you’ll always be safe”

“Goodbye, my Sarah Jane” The Doctor replied, permitting himself a wry smile, before entering his faithful ship.

As he began punching in co-ordinates and cross-examining tears settling across the Manhattan and Coal Hill skyline, Nardole saw fit to intercede again.

“You know I was running a background check on that photograph you sent Ms. Smith and I was fascinated by it, apparently it’s meant to be a representation of a secret commitment ceremony that Time Lords make to those they consider compatible soul mates that they are torn from by time and duty …was there any particular reason you…”

“If I were you, I’d just answer the call” The Doctor remarked.

“That didn’t work out so well for Melissa McCarthy” remarked Nardole.

The TARDIS dematerialized, leaving Sarah Jane Smith to tend to her moist eyes, her tense emotions, her photograph, and her eternal promise.

“God speed my Doctor…….MY angel” she whispered.

 

Doctor Who-Return of Doctor Mysterio [Fanedit]

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It’s been a while, but he’s back, and it’s “about time” for a new DW fanedit. This time I thought I’d tackle the most recent episode, the 2016 Christmas special. A lot has been cut from this one, reducing it to just 38 minutes total. I thought leaving  outmuch of how Grant acquired his powers would be better for the imagination, so all you get is the gist of it: He swallowed an alien gemstone, he met The Doctor when he was young, and that’s basically it.

I’ve replaced the original 9 minute pre-credits sequence with an altogether 9 minute pre-credits sequence, a simple matter of joining the story just as Lucy meets The Doctor and Nardole in action, and we get to see The Ghost kick some butt right from the outset. Also removed is the high school flashback with Grant’s “erection” problems (no place for that in DW Steven, please refrain from reading Virgin N.A novels), and most of the initial clumsy Grant/Lucy interactions.

Also removed completely is everything and anything to do with Mr. Huffle

Good luck Pearl Mackie, so long Steven, and to you Peter…be happy!