Doctor Who_ Wishing Well Part 14

'Thanks.'

'Anyway, this little beauty has a lot to answer for.' The Doctor rolled the brain down his forearm, flicked it up into the air by straightening his arm as it reached his elbow, caught it deftly with the same hand.

'You're saying that thing belongs to the creature in the well?' asked Gaskin doubtfully.

'Well, I said the lights were on but there was no one home! This is why. Creature in the well brain up here.'

'Pardon me,' said Angela, 'but how can the two things be separated?

I mean, isn't that usually fatal?'

'Not for the Vurosis. It must be part of its life cycle. The Vurosis grows underground for years and years, spreading its roots, getting ready for the point at which it reaches full maturity usually called the rising. But to complete the process, the brain is added like a kind of intelligent seed, helping to germinate the main body.' He spun to face Gaskin. 'But how come Nigel Carson's got it? What would he want with a Vurosis brain?'

'I really have no idea,' said Gaskin. 'Where is he, anyway?'

'In the conservatory. Why?'

'I think it's time we asked him a few questions.'

'You'll have to wake him up first,' said Gaskin.

Nigel Carson was still slumped in the wicker chair in the corner of the conservatory.

They tried calling him, tapping him, even shaking him, but he stayed resolutely unconscious. Martha grew concerned, lifting the man's eyelids to show only the whites. 'He's in some sort of catatonic state,' she said. 'Shock?'

'Perhaps we should call a doctor,' suggested Gaskin.

'Good idea,' said the Doctor, stepping forward. He laced his fingers together and cracked his knuckles. 'Is this the patient?'

'What are you going to do?'

'Wake him up.' The Doctor spread the fingers of his right hand across Nigel's face, so that he appeared to grip the man's forehead.

Then the Doctor suddenly closed his eyes and Nigel jerked into life with a startled squeak, his legs and arms shooting out straight as if someone had jabbed him with a knitting needle.

'What? What?' Nigel looked wildly about him. 'Where am I?'

'What did you do to him?' Martha asked, not entirely sure she approved.

'Just tweaked his hypothalamus,' said the Doctor casually. 'You won't find it in any medical textbooks. Not on this planet anyway.'

Nigel Carson looked up at the faces surrounding him and swallowed hard. 'Where is it?' he demanded thickly. 'Where's the stone?'

The Doctor held it up, just out of reach.

Nigel sat upright, his hand moving towards the stone, but then he hesitated. 'What's wrong with it?' he asked, looking from the stone to the Doctor and back again. 'What have you done to it?'

'Nothing. Why?'

Nigel swallowed hard and sank back into his chair. 'It doesn't matter.'

'Are you sure?'

Nigel looked hard at the stone and then pinched the bridge of his nose, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his eyes. Martha thought he was about to burst into tears. But, in a very small voice, he simply said, 'I can't hear it any more. It's not speaking to me.'

The Doctor knelt down so that he was level with Nigel and spoke very gently, as if to a small child. 'Did this stone tell you things, Nigel?' He nodded.

'Speaking to you in your mind so that no one else could hear?'

Another nod. 'But I can't hear it any more. It's gone now. . . '

'I don't think he's up to an interrogation, Doctor,' said Gaskin. 'He's obviously in a state of shock. I've seen it before, during my time with the Paras. You won't get anything out of him in that condition except gobbledegook.'

'It's not gobbledegook.'

The Doctor straightened up, looking thoughtful.

'I'm afraid I didn't follow any of it,' admitted Angela.

'It seems the Vurosis brain has been in direct telepathic communication with him,' explained the Doctor. 'It may even have used some form of ultra-fine telekinetic link, actually changing his neurological make-up to suit its own purposes. Guiding him, giving him instruc-tions. . . '

'What for?'

'Well, what does any brain need?'

'A body,' said Martha instantly.

The Doctor clicked his fingers. 'Top marks, ten out of ten. If the brain needs anything, anything at all, it has to have a body arms and legs and all that useful stuff. It hasn't got access to its own body, 'cos that's stuck down the well but in the meantime Nigel Carson will do very nicely.'

'So it's been using him?'

'Exactly. Until now.' The Doctor looked serious as he turned to Gaskin. 'It's more than shock, I'm afraid. Nigel's wounded in here.'

He tapped the side of his head. 'A sudden telekinetic disconnection like that could do a lot of damage to the human mind. But why would it sever its link just like that?'

'Perhaps it doesn't need him any more,' suggest d Martha.

The Doctor suddenly looked worried. 'Oh that's a thought. And not a very nice one at that.'

'Why not?' asked Angela.

'It means it's found something better.'

'Its own body?' 'Not quite.'

Realisation came to Martha with sickening clarity. 'Duncan?'

The Doctor nodded. 'Spot on, top marks again. You'll go far at this rate, Martha Jones.'

Martha put her hand to her mouth as she remembered the way Duncan had transformed and pursued them up the tunnel. 'But it changed him mutated him. And he killed Ben Seddon. Nigel Carson never did anything like that, did he?'

'Duncan paid the price for being too close to the Vurosis itself. He'd have been in range of the trans.m.u.tagenic field. Unlucky.'

Martha bit her lip. It was more than unlucky.

'How did Ben Seddon die?' the Doctor asked her.

Martha took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. 'It was exactly like Barney Hackett, only faster. He just sort of crumpled into nothing.'

'So the Vurosis is learning. . . ' The Doctor scratched his ear thoughtfully. 'Every time it gets better at it. Tommy the cat fell down the well, but wasn't much use. Not sophisticated enough. Barney Hackett was better, but it couldn't control the trans.m.u.tation. Overcooked him until there was nothing but ashes left. Then it found Duncan, right next to it in the tunnel. But now it's learnt enough to control the change, and to control Duncan or what was left of him. Killed Ben Seddon by deliberately deliberately accelerating the process, because now it's showing off look what I can do! Hey, these humans are fun! I can make 'em jump around, change 'em, kill 'em whenever I like. It's easy!' accelerating the process, because now it's showing off look what I can do! Hey, these humans are fun! I can make 'em jump around, change 'em, kill 'em whenever I like. It's easy!'

'But what does it actually want?' asked Gaskin.

'Isn't it obvious? The brain needs to be reunited with its body. It's using whatever it can to achieve exactly that first Nigel, and now Duncan. . . '

'But Duncan was buried in the tunnel.'

'It won't give up that easily.'

Gaskin stiffened. 'Are you saying we can expect more trouble, Doctor?'

'Without a doubt.'

And at that moment the doorbell rang.[image]

Martha had half expected to find an alien monster at the door, asking if it could have its brain back.

Thankfully, it was only Sadie Brown arriving with some provisions.

'It's late and I thought you could all do with something to eat,' she explained as she bustled in with a large hamper of food. 'I doubt Henry will have organised anything.'

'We have been rather busy,' said Gaskin, following her into the kitchen.

'You needn't act so grumpy, Henry,' Sadie told him.

'Angela's brought me up to speed. I know all about your tunnel, and him.'

She nodded towards Nigel Carson, who was behind the Doctor and Martha. Nigel remained in the doorway, glowering at everyone while they all stood around getting in each other's way.

Angela said she would make a pot of tea. 'I think we could all do with one.'

The big kitchen table was soon covered with sandwiches, cakes and cartons of fruit juice, as well as a big pile of homemade scones and pastries. Sadie said that if they weren't eaten they would only go to waste. The Doctor picked up a jar of thick-cut marmalade. 'Marmalade!

Oh, it's ages since I had marmalade!'

'It's homemade,' said Sadie proudly. 'My speciality.'

'Aww, even better! And does it have really big bits of orange peel in it?'

Sadie said that it did.

'Brilliant!' The Doctor sat down and swung his trainers up onto the kitchen table, but then caught Martha's glare from the other side and immediately lowered them to the floor. 'Any toast?' he asked innocently. 'Can't have marmalade without toast.'

Nigel Carson moved into the room, and everyone fell quiet. He looked pale and weak, his eyes hollow, as he watched them all gathering around the table.

'You look like you could do with something to eat,' said Gaskin.

'Come and sit down.'

'I'm not hungry.'

Nevertheless, when Martha pulled out a chair for him, Nigel sat down. Sadie pushed a plate of scones towards him and he stared at them.

'You've had a rough time of it, lad,' Gaskin said gently.

'Don't be too sympathetic,' warned Angela. 'At least he's still alive.

Look what happened to his friends.'

Nigel looked puzzled, and Martha said, 'I'm sorry, Nigel, but Ben and Duncan are dead. . . '

'Dead?' A look of numb shock spread across his face. 'I don't think I ever intended that to happen.'

Angela bristled. 'You don't think think. . . ?'

'I'm not sure. I'm not sure about anything any more. My head feels so. . . muzzy.'

'Side effect of the Vurosis disconnecting itself from your subconscious,' said the Doctor, who, in the absence of any toast, was eating the marmalade straight out of the jar with his fingers.

Nigel looked at the Doctor in confusion. Such was the terrible emptiness in the man's eyes, Martha felt compelled to reach out and hold his hand. 'Why don't you tell us what happened? From the beginning?'

Nigel picked up a scone and took a small bite, chewing thoughtfully.

'I suppose it all started with my grandfather. . . '

'Yes, you said he stayed here in Gaskin Manor over sixty years ago, during the war.'

Nigel nodded glumly. 'He heard all the stories about the village well and its treasure. Of course, the story about the highwayman's stolen loot being dumped down the well is just that a story. But my grandfather did find the Gaskin Tunnel. And, in the tunnel, he found something that was far more interesting than any mythical treasure.'

'The stone?' prompted the Doctor, rather indistinctly.

He had the fingers of one hand in his mouth and a half-empty jar of marmalade in the other. Martha glared at him again, and he sent her an innocent 'what?' look in return.

'That's right,' Nigel said. 'As far as he was concerned It was nothing more than an unusual fossil. He was more interested in the Gaskin Tunnel and the well, but he kept the stone with all the plans and doc.u.ments he had obtained.'

'You mean stolen,' interjected Gaskin.

'Whatever. The stone became a sort of good-luck talisman for him.