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The modulator was mostly done. Cannibalized batteries had been linked together in a long chain. From the Doctor's best guess he could manage 50 bursts from them if he was lucky, 30 if he wasn't. That was a very limited testing phase, and that fact made the Time Lord very particular in how he tested his new machine. Moving it was a chore - it weighed nearly fifty pounds. Long, round and skinny, the damned thing was cumbersome with wires hanging off it - making it so the Doctor had to be very careful as he shifted it.

"Testing! Testing! In 3 - 2- 1--!" He called. He was alone in the church, but he still felt like he ought to be careful. That he should at least warn anybody in earshot that he could, in theory, blow out their ear drums. His ear drums? Well, that was a chance he was willing to take. Besides, unless the modulator backfired, he was behind the sound pulse and waves didn't typically travel backward.

Pressing down the button the machine propped on the Time Lord's hip began to hum rather dramatically and he looked at it with a concerned expression. He could feel the tube heating up against him. The Doctor winced as the pulse finally went off with a squeal and a boom, it's force shaking the wooden structure in front of him. The frequency, of course, hadn't been set for wood - no, it was for glass. But, at least now he knew the damned thing turned on. Forty-something more tests to go.

The Doctor couldn't help it, he was pleased with himself, and it showed on his expression.