callisto, an alien from a far away planet, is trapped in a museum of alien artefacts. a man with no name and only a job title finds her and invites her to join him and his companion through space and time.
invasions happen, strange visits and many m...
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BEING TRAPPED IN an underground alien museum in utah was not where castillo wanted to be. but she had no other choice. stood upright in a glass cage, she was forced to stay because of henry van statten: a rich american man who collected alien memorabilia and, apparently, live aliens who he would showcase as an object.
the green-skinned woman looked to be barely alive. a machine attached to her back kept her alive enough to breathe and keep her heart pumping, but she couldn't move anything but her head while attached to it. eventually, having the machine on her back, would kill her. van statten didn't seem to mind, thinking that if she did die, he could simply display her body after preserving it in ice. she was his second favourite 'pet' in his museum.
a little far away from her cage, a blue police box from the '60s materialised into the museum. the door opened and a tall man in a leather coat with a buzz-cut walked out, looking at his surroundings; he called himself 'the doctor'. his blonde-haired companion followed, asking, "so, what is it? what's wrong?"
"i don't know. some kind of signal drawing the t.a.r.d.i.s off course." he answered, still surveying the place they had appeared in so randomly.
"where are we?" the blonde, rose, asked, confused.
"earth, utah, north america. about half a mile underground." the doctor replied.
"and when are we?" she inquired.
"2012." he mumbled, looking into a glass box which showcased something alien.
"god, that's so close. so i should be 26." she mused, smiling. he flicked the lights on and she looked down the long hallway. "blimey. it's like a great, big museum."
"alien museum." he added. "someone's got a hobby. they must have spent a fortune on this. chunks of meteorite, moon dust. that's the mileometer from the rosewell spaceship."
"that's a bit of slitheen! that's a slitheens arm, it's been stuffed!" rose exclaimed, pointing to the lone, three clawed, green hand of an alien species they had recently come to have a problem with.
"oh, look at you!" the doctor said, more to himself as he looked at a different glass box which had a metal head inside. it looked at though it had a sort of headphone-like feature between the flat side of its head and the top of its head.
"what is it?" rose questioned, coming to stand behind him as he stared at it.
"an old friend of mine." he reminisced. "well, enemy. the stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. i'm getting old."
"is that where the signal was coming from?" rose asked.
"no, it's stone dead." the doctor denied. "the signal's alive. something's reaching out. calling for help."
he touched two fingers to the glass and alarms suddenly sounded from all around the hall. people wearing camouflage, helmets and bulletproof gear and holding guns ran towards the pair, some squatting and some standing as they aimed their large guns at the intruders who stared back at them.
