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‘They’re Old Preservers,’ Tinya protested. ‘Must be.’<br />
‘This organised?’ He shook his head. ‘Liaise with Security. Get descriptions<br />
circulated now. They must have shown on <strong>the</strong> ’corders sometime.’<br />
Tinya nodded. ‘Are you aware of any unlogged dockings or excursions from<br />
this station?’<br />
Falsh stared hard at her. For so light a query <strong>the</strong>re was suspicious weight to<br />
her voice.<br />
‘Since it seems I can trust nobody to do what I need <strong>the</strong>m to,’ he told her, ‘I<br />
shall go through <strong>the</strong> records myself.’<br />
She nodded before she left. Almost as if she’d expected that answer all<br />
along.<br />
Trix was now skinning her knuckles beating on <strong>the</strong> blast door, just in case <strong>the</strong><br />
guard <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side might hear. The fumes were starting to make her retch.<br />
Her ears must be bleeding with <strong>the</strong> din, and <strong>the</strong> air seemed so hot it was<br />
scalding.<br />
Giving up at last she turned around but couldn’t see anything through <strong>the</strong><br />
smoke.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>?’ she called timidly.<br />
Well, she wasn’t about to start screaming for help at <strong>the</strong> top of her lungs.<br />
She wasn’t a screamer.<br />
She’d just stand here by herself and roast to death when <strong>the</strong> spaceship left.<br />
‘<strong>Doctor</strong>!’ she shouted. ‘Where <strong>the</strong> hell are you?’<br />
‘Over here,’ came his distant voice.<br />
She stumbled towards it, through <strong>the</strong> weird luminous smog, she didn’t<br />
know how long for. A ridge in <strong>the</strong> floor almost tripped her. Then she came up<br />
against something hard – a wall?<br />
‘Here!’<br />
And suddenly a hand reached out from <strong>the</strong> blindness and dragged her into<br />
a cooler, darker place.<br />
She sank to her knees, fighting back nausea, so relieved she could cry. Her<br />
eyes were streaming. ‘Where are we?’ she croaked.<br />
The <strong>Doctor</strong>’s face dropped down beside her with a manic bounce. ‘Ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
a stroke of luck. Ano<strong>the</strong>r ship in <strong>the</strong> bay, fuelled up and ready to go.’ He<br />
slapped her heartily on <strong>the</strong> back. ‘Come on. We’re hijacking it!’<br />
‘Oh God,’ she moaned, and let him drag her along after him for a few metres.<br />
Then she pulled free. That was ano<strong>the</strong>r thing she wasn’t. A helpless<br />
trail-along-behinder.<br />
Then again, how else was she going to find <strong>the</strong> cockpit? She settled for<br />
grabbing hold of his coat-tail. He didn’t seem to take offence, just <strong>the</strong> lead as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y legged it through long, black circular corridors.<br />
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