At Doctor Who conventions there is an ongoing joke about the sale of souvenirs called Rassilons’s ____ - Rassilon’s Pen, Rassilon’s Bottle Opener, Rassilon’s Toilet Roll holder. It arises, of course from the 1970s episodes in which we were introduced to artefacts such as Rassilon’s Sash and of course, the Seal of Rassilon.

It is very probably possible to buy Rassilon’s Stationary Set, with Rassilon’s Envelopes included. But THIS envelope has nothing much to do with it at all.

The actual inspiration for the ‘missing’ Earth comes, in fact, from a very different source altogether. It was a wet Saturday and I couldn’t find the TV remote control and so ended up watching an old black and white WWII film, The Cruel Sea. There is one scene in that film where a battle ship, after a long sea journey, sails up the Mersey Estuary only to find Liverpool and the Wirral almost unrecognisable after a heavy night’s bombing by the Luftwaffe. The idea of transferring the shock and grief so well illustrated in that film to our two travellers arriving back in the solar system came to me. The reason for the return came later, when I noticed that the date given in the series for Pete Tyler’s death was actually a Sunday, when I normally post the stories. So it was that this story was set up for the Sunday before, with Rose asking to be taken home for the anniversary.

The Doctor having trouble finding Earth and concluding that there is something wrong was originally a much shorter sequence. After it was posted online the point was made that The Doctor seemed to go to pieces in shock just a bit TOO quick. Nobody doubted that he would be shocked to the core, to say nothing of grief-stricken knowing that the very last remnants of his family, Susan and her children, are on Earth. But it was a simple matter to expand the scene and let the realisation that Earth was gone come upon him much more slowly and dramatically.

Compare these two scenes.

Original.

But the co-ordinate didn't lock. He frowned and keyed it in again. It still wouldn't accept it. He did it a third time, this time starting to panic. "Come on, he said, punching buttons more and more frantically. "It's got to be a glitch. It's GOT to be." He looked up at Rose and the look on his face told her at once something was wrong.
"Rose… believe me," he said. "I would never do this to you deliberately… not knowing how much you need to be there… but I'm having trouble setting the co-ordinate for earth."
"What…"
"I can't…." He looked at her again and looked at the console and the readings it was giving her, then he turned away, unable to look her in the eye. Rose heard a soft sigh from him and knew he was CRYING. She had seen him cry before but usually only under the most extreme pressure.
"Doctor? What is it?"
"EARTH isn't there," he gasped out through his suppressed sobs.
"What?" Rose looked at him in disbelief. "How can earth NOT be there? That's impossible."
"Its gone," he insisted. "The TARDIS can't find its co-ordinates. And I have just tried to reach the boys. And there's nothing there. I can't even connect with them."
Rose grabbed her mobile phone and pressed the preset for her mum. It failed just as it had done before the Doctor used his 'jiggerypokery' on it. He took it from her and examined it carefully and as he returned it to her he was unable to suppress a heart-rending groan of sorrow.
"It's gone. Just like…. Like Gallifrey."

 

Revised

But the co-ordinate didn’t lock. He frowned and keyed it in again. It still wouldn’t accept it. He did it a third time, this time starting to worry. “Come on,” he muttered, punching buttons more and more frantically. “It’s got to be a glitch. It’s GOT to be.”
“Rose,” he said, steadying his voice. “This could take a bit of time. I could murder a hot cup of coffee…”
“What did your last slave die of,” she said with a smile on her face all the same. “First sewing, now cooking. I don’t do domestic either, you know.” But she WAS kidding him and she went to the kitchen still smiling.
He wasn’t panicking. He was a couple of notches below panic yet. SERIOUSLY worried, bordering on frantic, perhaps. He tried several different co-ordinates. Cumbria, Ireland, Wales, U.N.I.T. headquarters. None of them worked. He tried Susan’s home in the future. His hearts gave a lurch when THAT co-ordinate wouldn’t work. He tried further back in time. He EVEN tried the old junkyard in Totters Lane. Wow, was THAT co-ordinate still IN the database? Nothing worked. His level of concern went up another notch. But he was trying not to panic. He told himself Time Lords don’t panic.
They do when there’s something to panic about, his inner demons told him.
He told his inner demons to shut their traps and let him get on with the job.

Rose came in with the coffee. He took it from her with a dazed, absent expression. He didn’t even thank her for it. He didn’t even look at her. And he left it on the side of the life support console. Something he NEVER did. It was dangerous leaving anything liquid on the console. Rose picked it up again.
He looked up at her finally and the expression on his face told her at once something was wrong.
“Rose… believe me,” he said. “I would never do this to you deliberately… not knowing how much you need to be there… but I’m having trouble setting the co-ordinate for Earth.”
“What…”
“I can’t….” He looked at her again and looked at the console and the readings it was giving her, then he turned away, unable to look her in the eye. He punched keys on the navigation console and swore softly in his own language. Rose put the cups down on the floor – there was nowhere else to put them – and moved closer to him. This was starting to unnerve her.
“Doctor… What…” She touched his arm but he turned away again from her. He took two steps away from the console and leaned against one of the coral like pillars that supported the roof. He stood very still, just like when he was in deep meditation. For nearly five long minutes, he stood there like that, then his chest heaved as he breathed in and when he breathed out it was a kind of deep, heart-rending sigh. Rose realised that he was CRYING. It shocked her. She had seen him cry before but usually only under the most extreme pressure.
“Doctor? What is it?”
“EARTH isn’t there,” he gasped out through his suppressed sobs as he turned to her.
“What?” Rose looked at him in disbelief. “How can Earth NOT be there? That’s impossible.”
“It’s gone,” he insisted. “The TARDIS can’t find its co-ordinates. And I have just tried to reach the boys. And there’s nothing there. I can’t even connect with them.”
Rose grabbed her mobile phone and pressed the preset for her mum. It failed just as it had done before the Doctor used his ‘jiggerypokery’ on it. He took it from her and examined it carefully and as he returned it to her he was unable to suppress a groan of despair.
“It’s gone. Just like…. Like Gallifrey.”

Of course, it is a mistake. The shred of hope is offered by the most unlikely of visitors to the TARDIS – Rassilon, or at least a projection of him. The only man The Doctor bows down to, the Creator of the Time Lords. Rassilon has been the shadowy presence over that race since the 1970s when we first started to learn about Gallifrey. But he has never really been fully explained. But he is supposed to be immortal and it doesn’t seem a stretch of the imagination that his spirit should have survived the fall of Gallifrey.

From that comes the idea that the most powerful of the Time Lords, the strongest-willed, might have maintained themselves in spirit form at least and still be able, on occasion, to exert their will on the living world.

So for the first time we meet The Doctor’s father. And yes, personality-wise, Ambassador de Lœngbaerrow strongly resembles Spock’s father, Ambassador Sarek in the Star Trek series. And there is something in that. But this was not plagiarism. It was quite unconscious and it was long after I had created the character that somebody pointed out the similarities. Vulcan and Gallifrey do have something in common with each other, of course. Both have very complicated history, full of mysticism and legends. Both races have an arrogance that needs to be tempered by association with other races. The father of The Doctor was bound to be a powerful man in the same mould as Sarek.

The envelope that made Earth invisible to anyone who was not genetically linked to it was an extrapolation of Time Lord technology over the years. As far back as 1969, indeed, in The War Games, the first story in which we meet The Doctor’s people, they placed a slow-time envelope around a planet to punish its inhabitants who had caused deaths of innocents and interfered with time. That they should seek to protect the planet where their future as a race is vested follows logically. So does the attempt to make it possible for Time Lords and Humans to ‘mate’. That The Doctor and Rose are left out of the arrangement means that their quest for domestic bliss goes on, though.

And the question that gets missed because it seems to be in the background of the main issue of whether Rose and The Doctor could ever be married and have a family together.

Is Christopher de Lœngbaerrow alive or dead?

Remember that question. There could be an answer later. Much later.