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Then again, from <strong>the</strong> smell of those horrid little wriggly things, maybe no<br />
one would notice if she did.<br />
The <strong>Doctor</strong> put down his continued liberty to <strong>the</strong> presence of this temperamental<br />
decoratiste Falsh had mentioned. Warnings over <strong>the</strong> tannoy that dangerous<br />
intruders were on <strong>the</strong> loose would hardly impress VIP guests – especially<br />
ones in filthy moods to begin with.<br />
He’d given Security <strong>the</strong> slip and was hiding in a kitchen store of some kind.<br />
It was piled high with implements and tablecloths and crates of foil-packed<br />
food, and while a stock of mercury was unlikely to present itself here, he<br />
searched it diligently all <strong>the</strong> same – all <strong>the</strong> while hoping that Fitz had made it<br />
back to Trix in <strong>the</strong> TARDIS.<br />
A tramping of boots outside alerted him to a possible patrol approaching.<br />
There were two o<strong>the</strong>r doors in <strong>the</strong> storeroom, one to his left and one to his<br />
right. He went left, teased open <strong>the</strong> door. It gave on to a small antechamber,<br />
<strong>the</strong> white walls ei<strong>the</strong>r side festooned with surgical smocks. A large inspection<br />
hatch straight ahead invited his attention, and he stepped forwards.<br />
He stared, dumbfounded, his skin prickling at <strong>the</strong> sight of a herd of bizarre<br />
creatures. There were about forty of <strong>the</strong>m, wingless and apparently headless,<br />
no fur or fea<strong>the</strong>rs, all te<strong>the</strong>red to treadmills. They trudged in lines on juicy<br />
pink pig legs, <strong>the</strong>ir fat rumps wiggling from side to side as <strong>the</strong>y did so.<br />
The <strong>Doctor</strong> pressed a button beneath <strong>the</strong> inspection hatch and <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
wall rose upwards. There was no animal stench here, only a herby, syn<strong>the</strong>tic<br />
sage-stuffingy sort of smell. The creatures made no noise, no snuffling. Pipes<br />
stuffed into <strong>the</strong> fat, puckered flesh gurgled softly, fed <strong>the</strong>m with fluid and<br />
drained <strong>the</strong> waste away. The only o<strong>the</strong>r noise was <strong>the</strong> quiet hum of <strong>the</strong> treadmills,<br />
<strong>the</strong> padding of soft, fleshy feet. . . and a low moan behind him.<br />
The <strong>Doctor</strong> turned to find a bald man dragging himself out from a rustling<br />
chrysalis of smocks, rubbing his head. Underneath he was dressed only in his<br />
underwear.<br />
‘I’m not sure I want to know what you’re doing here,’ said <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>.<br />
‘Girl,’ he muttered. ‘Not seen her before. . . Knocked me on <strong>the</strong> head.’<br />
‘A girl?’ The <strong>Doctor</strong> noticed a glint beneath <strong>the</strong> smocks, crouched and pulled<br />
out a silver ladle. ‘She hit you with this?’<br />
The man nodded painfully.<br />
‘Petite, blonde, becoming if you care for that sort of thing?’<br />
Again, <strong>the</strong> man nodded, and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> checked <strong>the</strong> bump on his crown.<br />
Nothing serious.<br />
‘What are those things in <strong>the</strong>re?’<br />
‘In where?’ The man frowned. ‘Door’s opened. Has something got in with<br />
<strong>the</strong> chiggs?’<br />
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