I

           The deep and dark "bong!" of a Cloister Bell can be heard, striking twenty-three times before being silenced by an even more powerful being.

"That's better..." the cloaked individual said, his robe dragging along the floor, as if it too sensed the wading destruction that had been wrought by this being, stranger than any living thing in the Multiverse. "There must be a very immaculate reason why I have been revived from my slumber..." the being said, its voice crackling  with an energy that had never been seen since the time of the reality-changing Osirans. "'Search Complete,'" the being read aloud, its voice had the same crackling tone, but it was calmer, as if it had been soothed by the apparent satisfaction with this task.

            "You read correctly," the Monitor responded, pausing at each word in its most definitely electronic voice, "The search for all information relating to 'The M'Rauder' has been deleted from every database in the Multiverse. Likewise, all information regarding the life-form known as 'The Doctor' has been-"

            "Do...not..say...THAT...NAME...in...MY...PRESENCE!" The being said, smashing the screen and tearing the panel away, exposing the wire work beneath, its voice became more destructive, diabolical, and not of this Universe...It exhaled, and then, it spoke.

            "What are the weak points in...his timeline?" the M'Rauder asked his artificial associate.

            "The co-ordinates are being uploaded to your psychological matrix," the monitor answered swiftly. "Only one will provide difficulty, the other locations will be easily accessible."

            "The Time-Lock. I know how to bypass it; it is of no consequence," the M'Rauder remarked. "Activate the machine; it is time to initiate Operation: Temperus."

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II

            "'As previously mentioned in Chapter 24, the only way to reverse a Feedback Loop is to...' Really? I'd have thought it would be harder than that," the Twelfth Doctor said out loud to himself rather surprised and disgusted. "Even a Time Tot could have figured that out. That still doesn't explain why the old girl is acting up like this." With a loud and sharp "Ding!" the TARDIS' Diagnostic Check had finished, it usually made this noise when everything was up to standard, by the pilot's specification's of course.

            "Nothing. For goodness' sake..." he walked over to the TARDIS' Doors and opened them, "...What does it take to find something out in this Universe?!" he shouted at the raw, tumbling and ever-changing structure and power of the Vortex. "Well, now that that's settled," he said closing the doors, "I think I'll-"

            He was interrupted by the blaring alarm of the TARDIS' Anomaly Detector, which sounded like the TARDIS' Dematerialization but every time it ended, it reversed then started again. "'Approximately three kilometers in diameter?'" The Doctor exclaimed with a tint of worry that surprisingly shook him. "It's dragging the TARDIS towards it! If I can...just...use..the Fast-Return Lever!" He struggled to fight the chaos that was the Power of the Anomaly that was pulling him towards the Doors even though they were closed. With a great amount of effort, he pulled the Fast-Return Lever to put the TARDIS back at its entry point into the Vortex. Unfortunately, that was only a few feet away from the deadlier section of the Anomaly, here, he could have, at the least, a chance of survival. "Oh, well. At least it somewhat worked," he remarked snarkily, "But it won't stop me from...falling...un...consci..ous...

            Then it went black...and his mind wandered to the Age of the Last Great Time War...

III

            "I still don't understand why this won't function properly," the Sixth Doctor said. He was attempting to repair the damage wrought on his TARDIS' Chameleon Circuit, the primary component for the ship's disguise. "Even if I do fix it..." he said, rewiring the Facilities inside one of the many Roundels in his TARDIS, "...There's no guarantee that it won't slip back to its own preference."

            Strikingly surprisingly, the TARDIS came to an immediate stop in the Vortex.

            "An Emergency Stop? That hasn't happened in centuries!" the Doctor exclaimed. "What's so gigantically a terror that it makes my TARDIS stop in its-"

            As he turned on the Scanner, he saw a humongous spiral in the Vortex that made him cease all actions that didn't correlate to finding out what caused it.

            "I had to ask," he said, nervous for one of the rare occasions in this iteration. "'Approximately...one kilometer in diameter.'...Something dreadful must've happened...But," he said reassuringly, "Let's see if I can't just trace the source." The Doctor activated various buttons, switches, and sliders to trace the Anomaly's Cause and found:

            "Aha! Oh. Oh, dear," he said as he read where the Anomaly originated from. "'The Gallifreyan Death Zone'; 'The Arctic'; and...my, my. 'England!'....Very familiar; dangerously familiar. Well, only one way to find out," the Doctor said, programming the TARDIS' next location: The Death Zone.

IV

             A gentle hum pulsated from the Time Rotor of the TARDIS as the Eighth Doctor set the next location.

             "Where to next?" he asked the TARDIS. "I was thinking the colony of Rixus IV; they make the most wonderful Darjeeling there," he remarked. "Or was that Rexus VII? Well, it doesn't matter; they're both good bre-"

             He was interjected by the TARDIS coming to a forceful stop which threw him to the wooden floor of the Console Room.

             "What'?" the Doctor asked. "You're kidding," he said as he looked at the Scanner displaying the outside environment. "An Anomaly. 'Nearly two kilometers in diameter,'" he read from the Scanner's Readouts. "Fairly new with an Artron Signature nearby?!" he exclaimed with worry.

             "In any case, I need to find the source and move back," the Doctor said, rationalizing possible causes and formulating a plan. "There's no telling what it's done to that poor chap at the edge," he said aloud. As he moved away from the Scanner, something caught his eye: A rather familiar London-1960's Police Box. "Now that, I wasn't expecting."

             "Now, if I can synchronize the Flight Phasing then I can-"

             He was interrupted by a surge of power from the Anomaly that hit the TARDIS so violently that it rendered him unconscious...

             The only thing that he could see in his Mind's Eye was his Fifth and Seventh Incarnations in a life-or-death situation...

V

             A ship spins in the Vortex, unfortunately, its pilot is occupied by relaxation.

             "K-9, could I ask you something?" the Fourth Doctor asked his robotic canine friend. He brought the armchair from the attached room next to the Console and was sitting in it, staring up at the ceiling in calmness.

             "Affirmative," answered K-9, who was beside him.

             "Does it seem quiet around here with just the two of us?" the Doctor asked.

             "There has been a 90% decrease in decibels," K-9 answered. "Your conversations with the Mistress-Romana have been concluded to be the main source of this inactivity."

              "Well, naturally," the Doctor replied. "The arguments that come about from time to time can prove to be very-"

              He glanced at the Scanner and saw a gigantic spiral of such vibrant shades of Blue that it hurt his eyes to stare at it against the seamless edges of the Vortex. He leapt on the Handbrake before the TARDIS got caught on the rim and engaged the Locking-Down Mechanism in Physical Space to prevent falling into the Anomaly. He let out a long breath and sat back in the armchair.

              "K-9, how large is the Anomaly in diameter?"

              "The Anomaly is approximately 1.5 kilometers in diameter, Master."

              "'1.5 Kilometers?' Awfully middle-aged." He fell silent for a moment, attempting to ascertain the cause of such an old Anomaly. "What's the Source of the Anomaly K-9?"

              "Tracing....The Anomaly stems from multiple sources: The Gallifreyan Death Zone; The Arctic; and multiple time zones on England, Earth."

              "Well, then let's see if we can't do something about them," he said cheerfully. "Now, the hardest one will be the Death Zone so let's start there."

              "Query: How is the hardest location the first to be investigated?"

              "Well, if someone or something is doing this voluntarily, then that's the least likely place anyone would look for them."

              "Additional Query: Why is it the least likely location?"

              "Well, most people don't know about it and the ones that do are too frightened to go there, minus those who know they have to, like me."

              "Query: Would that not be counted as idiocy partially?"

              "Yes, yes it can; but I would appreciate if you could go ahead with what we're doing, eh?"