Weekly Drabble
Classic crossover
Thunder rolled, while the Doctor paced in anticipation.
"Mad, they called me! Mad! I'll show them!"
On the slab, wrapped in bandages from head to toe, the dead body lay motionless. The electrodes were connected, just waiting for a flash of lightning.
It struck the rod on the castle roof, ran through the thick cables and electrified the body. It arched, convulsed, and then relaxed with a sigh.
A bandaged hand was raised questioningly, and the figure on the slab spoke. He'd made the voice work!
"Victor? Are you there, my boy?"
He smiled, tears running down his cheeks. "Mummy!"
Copyright 2007 Örjan Westin
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