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                                                                                 Spotlight  The Doctor's Boots in Quicksand. Spotlight 


The Doctor shouted through clenched teeth.
      " ROMANA, ROMANA !"
He watches the ankles of his brown leather knee high boots disappear under the surface of the quicksand as he slips his leather gloved thumbs into the top of his right boot. He pulls trying to release his foot, but his boots sink further down halfway up the shin.
      " ARGH !" He cries as he straitens up to scan the area with his wide eyes. Feeling the earth give way he becomes unsteady on his feet and he looks down and watches his boots sink further to just under the leather folded down flap at the top.
      " Oh no, quicksand !"
The Doctor shakes his hips in the vain hope of releasing his legs.
      " ROMANA, ROMANA !" He cries out the name a second time.
The Timelord feels his leather boots fill with cold gritty water from the quicksand, because he is now standing with his knees below the ground. His trousers and tights become wet making him shiver with the cold.
The Doctor wonders were Romana could possibly be at his time of need. Sinking to his hips the Timelord's dark brown leather frock coat gathers on the surface. He starts to feel very cold as his submerged clothing becomes soaking wet. The Doctor spots a large strong looking root sticking out from the ground a few feet away and removes his multi coloured long scarf from around his shoulders. It takes many tries to loop the garment over the root, but he does it on the fifth try. Tugging on the scarf the Doctor sees the root bowing towards him as he feels himself rising from the quicksand with a squelch. His wet brown leather gloves slips from the ends and the Timelord watches his favorite scarf being catapulted in to the distance. He slips back into the quicksand with a louder squelch.
Sinking down to his waist the Doctor hastily pushes down on top of the gathered leather coat. The surface gives way as he lifts his gloved hands and pushes them down again and again in a repeated rapid motion and only succeeding in pushing his brown leather coat under the quicksand with his arms trapped to his sides the Timelord is drawn down to his chest.
Gritting, and baring, his teeth the Doctor moves first one way and then the other in an attempt to try to free his arms. His clenched gloved fists are trapped to his hips by the suction. The Time lord starts to get cramp as his leather boots are full of cold gritty water and the suction holds them fast.
      " ROMANA, ROMANA !"
But still no sight of the female Timelord as he looks at each of his trapped arms in turn.
There is silence as the trapped Doctor takes a breath and feels his clothing soak up the water. He shivers hoping that his companion arrives in the nick of time. The ground under the feet of his boots gives way again and he sinks to his neck. The Doctor shakes in fear as he can smell the earthly aroma of the quicksand and wishes Romana would get here soon.
Things seem to be quiet as the earth surrounds and grips his neck before the Timelord's chin disappears leaving his bottom lip touching the surface. He tilts his head back and his wild curly brown hair submerges soaking up the dampness leaving only his face showing.
All he can see are the clouds and the sky as a darkness slowly closes in around his face. The time lord feels the cold climbing his checks as the Quicksand smothers his mouth totally. Blinking fast trying to keep the earth from getting in his eyes the Doctor decides to close them and take a deep breath.
The Doctor's flared nostrils are the only indication that he is in serious trouble, but they quickly disappear below. It takes a few minutes for the Doctor's last breath to come to the surface in a display of bubbles.
The feet of a pair of white leather thigh length boots stop next to a long multi coloured scarf on the ground. Romana picks it up and loops it over the shoulders of the pink silk blouse. She casually starts to walk towards a root sticking out of the ground dragging the ends of the scarf along the ground as she goes with a Occuloid hovering above her head. Arriving at the root some time later she kicks it with the toe of her right leather boot. She looks down at it and quietly mumbles.
      " You nearly thwarted my plan."
Wandering a few feet further to a patch of disturbed ground she watches a single bubble come to the surface. Brushing back a lock of her brown hair Romana squats down and talks to it.
      " Ah Doctor the report of your demise will please your many enemies." She continues looking up at the Occuloid, " And they would pay dearly to see it."
Picking up a twig Romana pops the bubble with it.
      " Now I have your Tardis I can make my fortune in the Galaxy." She smiles with a glint in her eye.
Standing up again Romana surveys the area around and makes a decision.
      " I think a change is needed," smiling to herself she continues, " I think a petite blond with a thing for a pink feminine version of your clothes."
Turning Romana starts to walk towards the Tardis in the distance.
      " Yes, that would do nicely."
Walking towards the blue box Romana starts to whistle the tune " Always look on the bright side of life " while joyfully twirling the ends of the scarf in the air.

 
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I love Romana's last line! Now I have the Monty Python song stuck in my head.