Part 9 (1/2)

88.' That's That's how you affected Rose's dreams in the TARDIS!' The Doctor s.h.i.+fted his position, trying to get a closer look. 'The machine has telepathic aerials of some kind. Not only is it sending out transmissions that affect the children's dreams, but it's also acting as a receiver, storing those dreams, utilising them in someway.' how you affected Rose's dreams in the TARDIS!' The Doctor s.h.i.+fted his position, trying to get a closer look. 'The machine has telepathic aerials of some kind. Not only is it sending out transmissions that affect the children's dreams, but it's also acting as a receiver, storing those dreams, utilising them in someway.'

The TARDIS had its own telepathic circuits that was how it translated languages for him and Rose whenever they landed on an alien world. It must have picked up transmissions from the machine when they materialised to take bearings, meaning that Rose's dream had been influenced in the same way as the dreams of the children in the village. The Doctor's mind was racing, piecing the puzzle together.

'The machine must be tapping directly into the psychic reservoir of the children's nightmares, manipulating them in some way and then taking images from from those nightmares and generating them as physical ent.i.ties. But why? Who would want to populate Wales with creatures from children's nightmares?' those nightmares and generating them as physical ent.i.ties. But why? Who would want to populate Wales with creatures from children's nightmares?'

One thing was certain. He had been right that this machine was the key to everything that was going on. If he could just disengage the telepathic circuits then the machine would no longer function.

'Disable the machine's telepathic ability, stop the monsters. Easy.'

The Doctor stretched again, trying to reach the cl.u.s.ter of metal protuberances. His fingers brushed the side of one of them, but the s.p.a.ce between floor and machine was too tight for him to reach.

'Then again, perhaps it's not not going to be that easy.' going to be that easy.'

He sat back upright, studying the panels of lights and switches that littered the surface of the machine. The equipment was complicated even by his standards and starting to mess randomly with the controls might have dire consequences for the children being affected.

'What are you doing under there?' asked Bronwyn, peering through the door.

'Thinking!'

His only option seemed to be to unbolt the machine from the floor in order to reach the telepathic generators, and that was going to take time. He sighed. 'I hope you didn't have any other plans for the evening.'

89.He started to shrug off his coat when there was a terrifying screech from behind him and the flap of leathery wings. Something sharp hit him in the small of the back, sending him sprawling, his sonic screwdriver clattering into a corner. He scrabbled across the floor to get it, but a huge talon slashed at his feet, sending him tumbling to the floor again.

Looming outside the lamp room was a huge pterodactyl-like creature, wings beating furiously as it scrabbled to gain a purchase on the wet steel of the lighthouse. The Doctor could see his face reflected in its beady black eyes. The creature threw its head back and screamed, before lunging at him with its razor-sharp beak. Rose tried hard not to panic as the masked warders strapped her down to the metal-framed bed. Around her in the converted dining room the six sleeping figures lay still, their breathing slow and steady, the noise of the machines soft and rhythmic. Other warders sat at a bank of consoles along one wall, their hands moving in complex patterns over flickering controls, their eyes fixed on dozens of tiny readouts. Morton wheeled himself to Rose's side.

'You'll find it less unpleasant if you don't try to resist the machinery.'

Peyne crossed to his side, a complex arrangement of metal straps and coloured wires in her hands. It was some kind of helmet, a thick bundle of cables coiling across the floor to where two of the warders were setting up a console with a large screen attached to it. Peyne lifted Rose's head from the pillow, jamming on the helmet. Rose winced as it tugged at her hair.

'Careful, Miss Peyne.' Morton's voice was mocking. 'We don't want to damage that pretty head. Not before it's told us what we want to know.'

'And then what?' Rose strained to pull against the straps. 'Another accident on the beach with one of your monsters?'

'That depends.'

'On what?'

'On whether you have a mind that is useful to our plans or not.'

90.Morton glanced up at Peyne, who was adjusting controls on the console now.

'How long?'

'We have to calibrate the machine. A few minutes.' Morton patted Rose's arm. 'We won't keep you waiting long.'

The Doctor tore himself free from the grasping claws of the flying monster, scrambling around to the other side of the lamp room as the creature's beak slammed into the floor. Hissing in anger, it thrust its long scrawny neck in further through the window, claws scrabbling. s.n.a.t.c.hing his coat up from the floor, the Doctor used it to beat at the head of the monster, sending it flapping off into the night screaming. He watched as it wheeled against the boiling clouds before turning and sweeping back down again, slamming into the lighthouse and renewing its attack with fury. The Doctor dodged to one side as the beak snapped next to his head with a loud kklak! He darted around the machine once more, trying to keep it between him and the screeching thing. The creature had positioned itself in the window directly above the stairwell, so there was no way he could get there without coming in range of that wickedly sharp beak.

The Doctor craned his neck over the edge, desperately looking for a way to escape. The shrieking cries were starting to attract the other creatures and slowly, one by one, they were all converging on the lighthouse.

'Doctor?' Bronwyn's voice was terrified. 'Doctor? What's happening? What's that noise?'

The pterodactyl thing c.o.c.ked its head to one side, its cold eyes fixed on the top of the stairs.

Before the Doctor could shout any warning, Bronwyn's head appeared again, peering cautiously into the lamp room. The creature pulled its own head back to strike, screaming in triumph.

'No!'

The Doctor hurled himself forward, fists clenched, determined that these things would not claim another victim.

91.His fists met only open air. Bronwyn took a step back in shock, almost tripping and tumbling down the spiralling stairs.

'What on earth are you doing?' she screamed.

The Doctor looked around in amazement. The pterodactyl thing had gone. The glow from the alien machine had faded too, the controls on its surface now silent and dark. Cautiously, the Doctor peered out of the shattered window. Far below, the island was quiet and empty, the only sound that of surf cras.h.i.+ng against the rocks and the soft hiss of rain.

The Doctor turned to the bewildered Bronwyn. 'They've gone,' he said. 'They've all gone!'

Morton and Peyne were hunched over the control console, peering intently at the small display screen. Behind them Rose was writhing on the bed, straining against the straps, her eyes closed, a frown of pain flickering across her brow.

'The machine is recalibrated for her gender and age,' Peyne said, adjusting a control. 'We can begin.' Her finger hovered over a pulsing b.u.t.ton.

Morton nodded and Peyne stabbed her finger down.

Rose knew that she was dreaming again. It was like before, a sense of hovering over her shoulder, of being able to observe herself. But this time her dreams were not hers; this time she knew that others were manipulating her thoughts, driving her dreams in a direction they had determined. She desperately wanted to force herself to wake up, but the drugs wouldn't let her.

She could feel fingers in her mind, rummaging through her thoughts and memories. Slowly, things that she would rather have kept buried were being dredged to the surface.

'Fascinating!' Morton cried, leaning forward eagerly as shapes started to form on the small screen in front of him. 'Go deeper, Peyne. There is obviously far more to Miss Tyler and her mysterious friend than we at first thought.'

92.The Doctor stepped out of the lighthouse door and looked around cautiously. Satisfied that there was no danger, he beckoned to Bronwyn to come and join him.

She scurried timidly to his side. 'Where did they all go?'

'I don't know, and at this particular moment in time I really don't care! That was one creepy-crawly too many for me and I think it's high time our little day trip came to an end, don't you?'

Bronwyn nodded vigorously.

'Right. Well, let's get back to your boat while we've got a chance.'

'You don't think they're going to come back?'

The Doctor looked up at the lamp room, which was now dark and dead. The monsters were linked to the machine and someone had turned that machine off. Whether by accident or design, it gave them an opportunity to get back to the mainland. He had no way of knowing how long it would be before the machine started working again and dismantling it at night would be virtually impossible. He needed to come back during the day, when his tinkering would have less chance of damaging side effects, he could actually see what he was doing and he had a better chance of not being eaten. He patted Bronwyn on the shoulder. 'I think we should make the best of opportunities when they present themselves.'

The two of them started to make their way down the sloping rocks to where the boat was moored, the Doctor trying to manoeuvre Bronwyn away from the dozens of seal carca.s.ses that lay like broken toys all around.

They reached the cove and Bronwyn hurried down to catch hold of the prow of the little motorboat. Fortunately, the monsters had ignored it the seals had been a far more appetising target. The Doctor crossed to where the rope was tied. It was heavy with sea water and he struggled to undo the damp knot. It was nearly loose when there was a little cry of fear from the sh.o.r.eline. The Doctor looked up sharply. Bronwyn was holding a hand to her mouth in horror, staring into a rock pool. A dull orange glow illuminated her terrified face.

The Doctor bounded to her side. Bronwyn pointed in disbelief at a 93 rock pool at the water's edge. The water had turned thick and treacly, glowing from within like lava. It then boiled and writhed like a living thing as a crude face formed on the surface.