The untold riddle of Baker StreetHere I am once again,the riddle that isn't a riddle at all.The rules are clear for you and me,the answer stays hidden even though it's well known.The answer at the fall will be reveled,till then here is another riddle.I am a puzzle solver and a problem finderI am clever but alone,it protects me until that day.The meeting in the lab with a lonely stranger,scarred by the war and miss it all.We're not the same but just the same,On the first day meeting I deduce himself,only by a touch of his phone.He was amazed at the sight when I solve the puzzle,while the others might just walked away.On the second day we meet at the door,when bang on time as the gift arrives.I jumped around while he moaned in pain,the curtain arises as the game begun.Everything is set to place till the pink had commence,let the search begun as another plays the bet.A game against the god of death,ended in
The Four Doctors PrologueThe 4th Doctor was losing his 16thth game of 4D chess to K-9, “K-9 16, master nil.” Said K-9. “Oh, shut up K-9!” Doctor said crossly. Then the TARDIS start to ring loudly that the whole entire galaxy possibly can hear it. The Doctor runs around the Tardis, flicking switches as he goes with his scarf trailing behind him, “What is wrong now old girl?! K-9, what is going on?” The Doctor yelled at K-9 but didn’t get its reply; instead he heard something else in the back ground, some sort of
Who was the Brigadier where did he come from?