"I think I just might have the extra evidence you need," the Doctor said.
Tegan didn"t realise she was still angry until the Doctor popped his head out of the door of his room as she was unlocking hers.
"You missed dinner," he said, the note of indignation in his voice immediately causing her to bridle.
"I wasn"t hungry," she replied tersely, determined that he wouldn"t spoil what had turned out to be a lovely evening.
He wandered along the corridor towards her. "Turlough and I were concerned. We missed your company."
"I"ll bet," she muttered.
"Have you eaten?" he asked.
She swung round on him, still feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol. "Since when have you cared about my welfare?"
He looked taken aback, hurt. "I care a great deal!"
Realising she had overstepped the mark, but too proud to apologise, she mumbled, "Anyway, who are you to ask me where I"ve I"ve been? Where been? Where did you did you disappear off to this afternoon?" disappear off to this afternoon?"
All at once he looked evasive. "Catching up on an old friend."
"What old friend? Doctor, what"s going on?"
He sighed, "Nothing"s going on."
"Yes it is. As a Time Lord you may have strange and unusual powers, but you"re a rotten liar. Tell me, Doctor."
He raised his eyes heavenward. "All right." He told her about the light in the sky; the trawler; the alien mind that had briefly touched his upon their arrival.
Tegan saw her holiday evaporating before her eyes. "Why didn"t you tell me all this earlier?"
"I didn"t know about most of it earlier. Besides, you and Turlough are supposed to be on holiday, recuperating from recent traumas."
"So are you!"
"My powers of recuperation are considerably greater than yours."
"So you keep us in the dark, treat us like children!" she snapped.
"Only because you often behave like one," retorted the Doctor.
She glared at him for a moment, then abruptly turned and walked away down the corridor, back towards the lifts.
"Tegan!" he called.
"Drop dead!" she shouted.
The Doctor spun on his heels in exasperation - and came face to face with Turlough, who had been standing silently in the doorway of his room, watching the exchange.
Turlough raised his eyebrows in apparent sympathy and said, "Shall I go after her?"
"You do what you like," the Doctor muttered, and stalked back to his room.
Perhaps if she hurried she could catch up with Andy, though what would follow from there she really had no idea. She wouldn"t want him to think she was throwing hers elf at him, and however much she liked him she knew that there was no future in their relationship. She supposed she just wanted someone to talk to, someone neutral, normal, sympathetic - though how she could explain what was on her mind without telling him about the kind of life she led was anybody"s guess.
When the lift doors opened on to the reception area she half-expected to see the Doctor standing there, waiting for her, having beaten her to the ground floor via the stairs.
When he wasn"t she felt a strange mixture of disappointment and relief. She hurried across to the main doors and out into the night.
Andy was nowhere to be seen, but maybe that was a good thing, after all. Tegan had enjoyed the sheer normality normality of the evening they"d spent together, but perhaps what she really needed right now was time to think, time to sort out the confusion in her mind. of the evening they"d spent together, but perhaps what she really needed right now was time to think, time to sort out the confusion in her mind.
Should she leave the Doctor and try to pick up the threads of her life again? Rather than simply taking a holiday, or visiting her grandfather, should she break her ties with him once and for all? There was a part of her that craved the kind of normal human interaction she had experienced tonight, and a part that told her she should grasp her once-in-a-lifetime experience of life aboard the TARDIS with both hands and wring from it what she could. She was travelling around the universe in a time machine, for Christ"s sake! She was seeing and experiencing things that the vast majority of people could only dream about! In that respect she was mad for even contemplating giving it all up. But wherever they went they found trouble, danger, death...
She walked along the promenade until she came to a flight of stone steps that led down to the beach. She descended carefully, holding on to the metal railing at her side, the roaring of the sea increasing like some vast animal excited at her approach. She knew she had reached the bottom only when her feet met a surface that was softer, more giving, than stone. Despite the fat yellow moon and the craning, pumpkin-orange light of the street lamps on the prom above, it was too dark to discern where the sand ended and the sea began.
The wind ruffled her hair as she began to walk and made her shiver slightly. It was chilly, but at least it might help clear the remnants of the alcohol which still befuddled her thoughts. It was unwise to make any decisions about her future now; she would sleep on it, think about it again in the morning One conclusion she did come to, though, was that whatever was happening here, she would let the Doctor deal with it on his own. She had no intention of breaking her date with Andy tomorrow.
She came to a halt, wondering whether she ought to head back to the hotel. How long had she been gone? Ten minutes? It wasn"t much of a statement, was it? About five hundred yards away, moonlight was washing across a set of caves, their yawning mouths pooled with shadow. She would walk as far as the caves and then slowly back, she decided.
Her ears filled with nothing but the foaming rush of the sea, she trudged unhurriedly towards them.
Deep in the shadows at the back of the largest cave, something stirred. Its spiny flesh rasped the stone wall it had been slumped against as it emerged from its fevered sleep.
The smell that had roused it - coppery, pungent, and oh so deliriously, unbearably sweet sweet - made it salivate, tremble and jerk with excitement. It hauled itself forward to the cave mouth, its stertorous breathing audible only to itself beneath the constant frothing hiss of the waves, and peered out. - made it salivate, tremble and jerk with excitement. It hauled itself forward to the cave mouth, its stertorous breathing audible only to itself beneath the constant frothing hiss of the waves, and peered out.
A woman was approaching along the sand, the wind plucking at her hair and clothes, her outline backlit by the moon. It was her blood that the creature could smell; it was beating off her in waves. As she drew closer, so the smell intensified, until the creature was almost crazed by it. Slowly it levered its body up on its eight legs, tensing itself for the kill...
Part Two
Breaking Out
Turlough shouted her name again, but Tegan didn"t respond.
Either she was wilfully ignoring him or she couldn"t hear him above the crashing of the waves. He made an exasperated sound and resumed his shambling run. He had always hated physical exercise; if you had to exert yourself to get something you wanted, then it probably wasn"t worth getting in the first place.
He shouted her name a third time, and on this occasion, to his relief, she stopped and turned round.
"What do you want?" she asked discouragingly as he drew near.
He thumped to a halt and bent double, hands on his knees, out of breath. After a moment he gasped, "I came... to see... if you were all right."
"Did the Doctor send you?" she asked suspiciously.
"No. But I do think you ought to come back and talk to him.
Clear the air."
Obstinately she folded her arms. "Why?"
"Well, because... because you and the Doctor are the only friends I"ve got. I don"t like ill-will between any of us."
She snorted. "That"s rich, coming from someone who was trying to kill him not so very long ago."
He looked shame-faced, hurt. "You know I was tricked by the Black Guardian. Besides, that"s all in the past now. I"m doing my best to make amends."
"Is that so?"
"Yes! Look, I don"t suppose I can blame you for not trusting me, but we got each other out of Sea Base Four alive, didn"t we? There"ll be no more lies, I promise."
"We"ll see," said Tegan, though her voice was softer now.
Turlough extended a tentative hand towards her. " Please Please come back to the hotel." come back to the hotel."
Tegan sighed and glanced towards the Lombard. She could see the lights in its windows glowing some distance away, up beyond the promenade.
"He treats us like children," she said. He doesn"t tell us what"s going on."
"He"s not like that all the time," said Turlough.
Tegan gave him a sharp look. "Why are you defending him?"
"I"m not. It"s just..." He sighed. "I think you"re being a little hard on him, Tegan. He just wanted us to have a holiday, to relax after what happened on the Sea Base."
Now it was her turn to sigh. "I know. I don"t like him making decisions for me, that"s all. I"m old enough to make my own."
Turlough smiled wryly. "Not in his eyes. Though if you manage to live for the next four or five hundred years, you just might might get a little respect." get a little respect."
She laughed and took the hand he was still holding out towards her. "All right; she said resignedly, let"s go back."
"And you"ll talk to the Doctor?" said Turlough.
"I"ll try. But I can"t guarantee it"ll be a civilised civilised conversation." conversation."
As the two figures turned and walked away, the creature in the cave snarled and writhed in frustration. The smell of their blood, carried on the wind like musk, was sending it wild with the urge to tear and rend and devour. But just when its feast was almost within reach, it seemed it was to be cruelly denied it. Desperately, the creature moved forward to the cave entrance, but as soon as the moonlight touched it, it shrank back.
Despite its craving, an overriding instinct compelled it to remain in the shadows. Very soon it would not matter, but for now it was important that the creature not draw attention to itself. Bloodl.u.s.t pounded through its veins; a desire so powerful that the creature"s eight legs twitched and jerked in involuntary spasms, sc.r.a.ping against the walls and gouging out great ruts and scars of stone.
After saying goodnight to Tegan, Andy Weathers decided to call in at one of his favourite haunts, The Blue Falcon, for a nightcap. He was feeling good, still buzzing from Tegan"s company, and he didn"t feel like heading home just yet. One or two of the lads might be in the Falcon - it was a favourite police haunt - but it wouldn"t bother Andy unduly if he had to drink alone. Besides, it would give him the chance to plan his day with Tegan tomorrow.
The first thing he noticed when he pushed open the door was that there was a rowdier than usual crowd in tonight.
The lads from the force could get a bit loud, especially on a Friday when the landlord employed a couple of strippers to bolster trade, but this lot was different: young lads and la.s.ses, holidaymakers probably. As he made his way to the bar, Andy realised that the atmosphere was not merely rowdy, it was downright threatening. He glanced quickly around, but the hostility did not seem to be directed at him in particular. It was simply there, as thick as the cigarette smoke that curled around the room in swirling grey patterns.
The landlord, Bob Walker, moved down the bar to serve him, and immediately Andy saw the tension on his face.
"Evening, Bob," Andy said.
Walker gave a brief nod. "Andy."
"Something going down tonight, is there?"
Walker"s gaze flickered nervously around the room. "So you feel it too, do you? It"s been like this all week," he said quietly.
"Any trouble?"
"Nothing serious so far, but I have this horrible feeling that it"s only a matter of time."
"Same mob every day is it?"
"No, that"s the odd thing. There are some of the same faces, but nearly everyone who comes in looks as if they"re spoiling for a fight. Even -" he faltered.
"Even what?" Andy said.
Walker looked uncomfortable, embarra.s.sed. He lowered his voice even more. "Now, don"t take this the wrong way, Andy. I don"t mean to be insulting or anything. But I"ve even noticed it in some of your lot."
Andy frowned. Walker"s words had served to crystallise some of his own recent concerns. "I"ve noticed it too," he admitted. "For a week or two now I"ve had this feeling that...
that we"re sitting on a powder keg."