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The Doctor quickly ran back inside the TARDIS, jumped some steps and went straight to the main console. - Now, that... is... interesting! He said that to nobody and no answer came. It had been quiet in the TARDIS for quite some time, but it had been worse before. Much worse. He pulled a lever, adjusted the screen, stepped left, pushed a button, went around the console, came back, un-pushed the same button, returned to the other side of the console, spun three set of copper wheels and started a small "blender-engine-type-of-apparatus" on top of another panel. Of course, that whole operation would have been easier with a couple of extra-han

To you, the reader: Beware, for the information you have here is some of the most dangerous. I do not guarantee they are all true, but what I've come to write in these pages is the sum of all the evidence collected by my peers and me. And I really wish many of them are false. Most were acquired through the sacrifice of friends and informants. But their significance holds dreadful consequences. Among the clues I now possess, several seem unimportant to the untrained eye. But like this whole case, they are more than they appear to be. Like this pencil I now hold. What if I told you that this simple piece of wood and lead is a huge piece of t