the cyberman grew shorter until they finally stopped. He ran smack into a dead end and pounded his fists on it in dismay before he turned around, pressing his back against the wall. What to do now? His fear level had gone up to the point where he could almost taste his own doom approaching. The voice in his head was telling him to do it, do what he had done before, but what was that?

‘Be creative!’

“Stop!” He yelled, pointing at the cyberman. To his surprise, the cyberman stopped several meters away, just staring at him, still and almost lifeless. What now, genius? He asked himself as he clenched and unclenched his fists, looking between the metal man, the floor, and the wall. It was then that hethe space between times. Which he had been told was very bad. Between that and his worries though, he constantly heard the mutterings in the back of his head. ‘Quit fighting. Trust in yourself. Go. Go…GO!’

He turned and ran…straight through the wall that seemed to bend and fold away from him, the pathway turning into a blue tunnel of stars and light. Behind him he could hear the clanking of metal feet hitting the floor as he heard lasers being fired and exploding, and something bigger being fired. He didn’t feel anything though, just the feeling of sailing through the mysterious vortex...and landing outside on the pavement in a pile of trashcans.

With a resounding crash he tumbled to the ground, in the middle of 21st century London in