Part 17
See Dr. McIntyre, to get your LITHium injection.
Without warning, Orcs came suring round the corner. In a flurry of movement, Ace, Maxx, and Kalador lunged to the attack. Ace wielded her bat, Maxx thrust with his claws, and Kalador swung his great sword. It was a flurry of action to swift for even the Doctor to follow, and when it was over, all but one Orc was dead, the rest fled. "Well, that's overrrr," trilled the Doctor. "Onward and upward--" "Doctor," said Joel, not sounding at all silly. The Doctor turned, and saw why; Kalador was sitting against the wall of the Labyrinth, bleeding profusely from several wounds. He opened his eyes and looked at them. "Do not grieve," he managed. "I have always known I would die in battle. But never in so strange a place as thi--" he was interrupted by a bout of bloody coughing. When it was over, his eyes were closed. The Doctor felt for a pulse, knowing that it was already too late. "Can't you do anything for him?" asked Joel. The Doctor couldn't answer, so Ace did it for him. "Not with the stuff we've got 'ere," she said sadly. The Doctor's shoulders slumped as another death was laid on his consicence. Then he straighened up. "We can't even bury him. But we can defeat those who killed him. Come on, let's go." The Toymaker smiled. "There, you see? The first has fallen." "But they are danerously near to contacting the other human," Gone pointed out. "Then let's move him around a little," grinned the Toymaker, eyes glittering. He gestured with his hand. Mike experienced a flash, and then landed in the middle of an American football field. From both ends, players were charging him with helmets down. The Doctor's troupe came to a strange room, that seemed empty. "There is no challenge here," said Maxx scornfully. "Possibly not," said the Doctor warily. "Move cautiously, all the same." They inched along the floor of the room, which was made of rickety wood. The Maxx's weight was too much, and the floor cracked open beneath him, revealing a gaping hole. He began to fall...