Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 24 by Autumn Mist (David A. McIntee) (v1.0)

Author:Autumn Mist (David A. McIntee) (v1.0)
Format: epub

Fitz shook his head, enjoying the chance to be a hero now that they were somewhat safer. ‘Saving the world’s my business, even if it’s only one person at a time. Besides, there’s not just the Jerries to worry about - there are weird creatures out there, slaughtering people.’ ‘No longer,’ the man said, shaking his head in a funny kind of manner, Fitz noted. ‘The Black Dogs will have been recalled now that I am free.’ ‘Recalled? By who?’ ‘By the rest of my clan. They will be concerned for me. I command a whole regiment.’ Fitz wondered what he meant by that, but didn’t have time to speculate further, as a Kubelwagen suddenly came into sight further up the road, the noise of gunfire carrying with the growl of its engine. Bullets started spanging off the bike. ‘We’d better go into the woods,’ Fitz said. ‘The car can’t follow us there.’ He helped the man up, still amazed at his lightness. There was something odd about his ears too: they weren’t small and round, like human ears, but carved into flowing points. A bit like Tom’s in the Tom and Jerry cartoons. Galastel had led Sam to a large boat, or perhaps a small ship, further round the lake shore. It had a single triangular sail, like an Arab dhow. ‘We should board. It will be quicker to cross the lake to reach our destination than to go around.’ ‘Across the Styx?’ Sam presumed. She still couldn’t believe she wasn’t really dead. If she was, then it wasn’t bloody fair. And it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t say goodbye to all the people who mattered. All the people who deserved a goodbye from her: the Doctor, Fitz, her parents, her old friends from home. She sighed and walked to the edge of the deck, Galastel by her side, as the vessel cast off She looked down into the waters through which the ship was passing. They were crystal clear, and looked very inviting. It would be so relaxing to go for a swim in there. . . But where were the fish? Such clear waters surely ought to be full of them. Something was moving around there, though. It was hard to tell how deep the water was; perhaps it was just something very small moving through the vegetation that grew on the bottom. Even the silt down there was pure white. Sam frowned. The silt was as white as snow. And the vegetation looked a little like. . . A feeling of unreality washed over her and she swayed, kept upright only by her grip on the wooden rail. The movement down there was. . . men. Tiny men and tiny tanks, moving through tiny snowbound trees at the bottom of a lake. * * * 86

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