Klein's Holiday in HastingsKlein sat in a cafe in Hastings. Before her was set a plate of fish and chips. They were very greasy. This was not going to do anything for her figure. Once she got back to work, she was going to have to go on a long diet.
Taking holidays by the seaside and eating fish and chips. What would her German parents have said?
Face it, Dr Klein, you're British, Klein thought to herself. You've lived in this country all your life, you hardly sound German and you watch the Queen's speech on Christmas day. You're an Englishwoman.
Yet in the back of her mind, Klein could never shake off the feeling that something about her life was not quite right, that she did not belong. She had found out only a year ago, when she had been landed with an extraordinary revelation about having another life in an alternate timeline. She was not sure how much of this story she understood or even believed, but she knew deep down that her past was more complicated than she had ever realized.
God and Cosmic EvilAs they walked through the forest, Klein asked the Doctor what planet they were on.
"Knuhm," he replied.
"Knuhm? Is that not the name of the Egyptian deity whose temple we visited in ancient Egypt, in Elephantine?"
"Indeed, Klein. Having exhausted all the Roman gods, humans went on to name planets after Egyptian gods. The original inhabitants are all extinct, so what they called it, no one can say."
Klein's memory of ancient Egypt was a little foggy. "I remember entering the temple, but I can't remember anything after that."
"Yes, you were badly affected by race memories. An effect of encountering beings from your primordial past," said the Doctor.
The pair approached a ruined temple. There was something foreboding about it, a lingering sense of rancid evil.
"Shall we go and explore?" asked the Doctor.
"That is what we are here for, Herr Doctor," replied Klein, determined not to show any trepidation.
Though the temple was partially in ruins, it became apparent that much of it was very
Nice Try, KleinKlein crept out of bed and tiptoed down the TARDIS corridor, barefoot and in her nightdress. The lights of the TARDIS were dimmed. Time was meaningless inside the ship, yet it had its own artificial cycle of day and night.
Silently, Klein entered the console room.
At last, she had the controls all to herself. She had watched the Doctor so closely. She had seen him guide its journeys countless times. Every move he made, every switch he pushed had not gone unobserved.
Now was her chance to recapture her destiny. She worked the coordinates into the machine, setting it for 1940s Germany. If she could get back to the Third Reich, she could hand over the ship, hand over the Doctor as prisoner and enable the full restoration of her timeline. The victory of the Allies could be erased from history.
The time rota began to rise and fall in a slow rhythm.
The door opened and in walked the Doctor. Did that infuriating little man never sleep?
"Klein, what are you doing at this hour? Rather late, don
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