Doctor Who - The 8th Doctor - 70 - The Sleep of Reason by Martin Day

Author:Martin Day
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Suicide, Comics & Graphic Novels, Brainwashing, Space and Time, General, Science Fiction, Mentally Ill, Fiction
ISBN: 9780563486206
Publisher: Random House UK
Published: 2004-10-12T07:00:00+00:00

‘It’s not just your father I’m interested in,’ said Smith. ‘But it’s something about you, your family, some link to this place – and not just the dreams you used to have, either. Something more. . . concrete.’ He paused, waiting for a couple of patients to pass by. ‘I do understand your reluctance to talk about your family, your father in particular,’ he whispered gently.

‘I don’t think you do,’ said Laska, noticing her voice beginning to rise. ‘You have no idea how I feel.’

‘I don’t wish to cause you any distress,’ said Smith, his voice as calm as a midsummer lake. ‘But I hope you will forgive me if I have to ask difficult questions at a time like this. The murder of Mr Farrell. . . Well, it raises the stakes somewhat. I sense that, all around me, things are changing gear – and though I’ve had a long time to prepare I now run the risk of being left behind.

And that could be catastrophic for all of us.’

‘You’re sounding like someone walking down Oxford Street with The End is Nigh on a sandwich board.’ Laska was desperate to change the subject, steer 109

the conversation away from her family, and Smith’s justification of his prying questions.

‘If you’d seen the things I have. . . ’ Smith sighed, looking through Laska and seemingly towards inexpressible horrors. ‘I must ask you bluntly,’ he said, swinging his attention back to Laska moments later, ‘if you’re aware of any connection between your family and this place?’

‘No,’ said Laska. ‘But I dreamt about it last night, for the first time since I arrived. If you must know, that’s why I was awake. I had a nightmare, and it freaked me out. It was all so vivid.’

‘Would you like to tell me?’ asked Smith.

Laska paused. She’d dropped the mention of her dream into the conversation as a sideshow, something to throw Smith off the scent. She hadn’t expected him to seem quite so interested in it, though given his curiosity about all things personal and internal, perhaps she should have known better.

Of course, she’d dreamed about the Retreat almost every night since she’d come here, but she wasn’t about to tell Smith that. She’d tell him about the latest dream, but she resolved to tell him nothing about the dog, or anything else about her father. She placed all such thoughts and recollections in a filing cabinet in her mind labelled Private – Keep Out.

Laska closed her eyes, partly to remember, and partly because it was a nice touch she imagined Smith would lap up. ‘I was walking through the grounds.

The grass was wet – I remember because I was trying to work out if it had just rained, or if it was dew. It was dark. I glanced up and saw dark clouds writhing in the sky, blocking out the light of the stars, the moon.’

She opened her eyes.

‘When you dream, Dr Smith, are you in control?’

It was a diversionary tactic that Dr

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