"Aftermath" - Part Seven
Part Seven Eddie was a comforting presence in the console room, after Si’s devastating altercation with Max. He found the electric guitar that Si left sitting in the corner, neglected for the past year, and gently played a few chords from Metallica’s “Master of Puppets.” Si appreciated that her guitar had been put to such use and told Eddie, “It’s yours, if you like it.” Looking up from the sleek red guitar, Eddie gazed on his Time Lord hostess with misty eyes. “R-Really? I…I don’t wanna just take your stuff from ya.” “So long as you take good care of it, it’s cool,” Si permitted. “Yes, ma’am,” Eddie snickered. As Eddie cherished his new gift, Si disembarked from her ship, stepping from the warm, comforting climate of the console room to the cold, unsettling atmosphere of what looked like the former site of a missile silo complex. Waiting there in the room where her TARDIS materialized was a suited white-haired man well