Part 33 (1/2)

'So why did he come back?'

The Doctor shrugged. 'I think maybe he didn't want to go through with it until he was absolutely sure he had to. Until he knew there was no other way. He needed to talk to Holiday Sabbath, he wanted to know whether Naryshkin had another solution. He was scared, Fitz,' The Doctor finally lifted his hand from Fitz's shoulder. 'We're all scared,' he admitted quietly.

'He still killed Galloway,' Fitz said. 'Didn't you?'

George nodded. 'Yes, I did. I didn't mean to. He wanted to discuss how to approach the palaeontology, that's what he said. So I went to his tent.' The emotion of the memory was etched on George's translucent face. 'Then he attacked me went for me with a knife.' He stepped towards Fitz, hand out, pleading. 'I had to stop him, to defend myself. I grabbed the first thing that came to hand, and I hit him with it. I thought I might drive him off, or even knock him out. But when I saw what happened, what I was holding... 'His voice dropped away to nothing and George's head bowed.

'A tent peg,' Fitz said slowly. 'You hit him with a tent peg.' He shook his head. 'Why didn't you say that's what happened?'

'Galloway thought I was going to expose him, ruin him. As if I could. What good would it do to tell everyone the truth after he was dead. And who'd believe me anyway?'

'So you let me take the blame?'

'No... That just happened. I thought maybe it would be seen as an accident.'

'Yeah, right.' Fitz blew out a long misty breath. 'But you couldn't say ”oh yes, I saw Fitz, he was asleep in his tent,” could you?'

'I'm sorry, Fitz. But I didn't know. What if you hadn't been? What if you were with Caversham or Price or someone? Then you'd all know I was lying, all know that I'd I'd killed him.' He turned away. 'I didn't think, not for a second, that anyone would suspect you, Fitz. That was stupid, and I'm sorry. I suppose I just thought that everyone else shared my opinion about you.'

Fitz blinked. 'What opinion? What do you mean?'

'That you're a decent, honest person,' George said. 'That you'd do anything to help if you thought it was for the best, and never hurt anyone. That you'd go to Siberia on a whim just because someone you respected asked you. That you're dependable and brave and the best friend a man could have.'

As he spoke, George turned slowly to face the Doctor. 'I'm ready,' he said. 'I've made my decision.'

Fitz was still shaking. Anji could see the light glistening on a single tear that escaped from his eye. Watched as it froze on his cheek. 'George...' His voice was a husky rasp. He choked, swallowed. 'George, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything.'

Anji wiped her own eyes.

'You can't do it, George,' Fitz blurted. 'There has to be some other way.' He looked at the Doctor.

Anji followed Fitz's gaze. They were all looking at the Doctor now.

But his face was impa.s.sive, as cold and empty as ice.

Time Zero

There was a soldier on guard at the door. Trix and Sabbath were sitting on opposite sides of one of the tables in the cafeteria area of the Great Hall. Around them, ghostly shadows of past events played themselves out.

People ran, died, made coffee and ate and laughed. It was like a haze if Trix focused on them, she could make out the individuals. She could see the area where the cafeteria section had been set up either with or without the modern walls. Even the table she was sitting at seemed somehow less solid than it had a few minutes earlier.

She smiled at the soldier in the doorway, trying not to let herself be distracted as a heavy wooden door that wasn't there was battered down by an enormous creature that seemed half*lizard, half*dinosaur. 'Is he right, do you think?' she said.

Sabbath was staring down at the table. His huge hands rested on the surface and he seemed to be inspecting the lines and creases on them. 'The Doctor?' he asked without looking up.

'No,' she said patiently, 'the King of Tibet.'

He did look up now. A slight smile on his face. 'Who you have met, no doubt?'

'We're old friends. Of course the Doctor. Is the world going to end, or the universe split up or get smashed together or whatever catastrophe he was going on about?'

Sabbath's smile faded. 'He may be right,' he admitted. 'He may actually be right about it. It's possible that I have not been told the entire truth. For whatever reason.'

'That'll be it,' Trix said in an understanding tone. 'Someone else made a mistake. Couldn't be, I suppose, that you're just plain wrong for once, could it?' She raised her eyebrows. 'Thought not.'

'You are a very annoying woman, Miss MacMillan. If that really is your name.'

She smiled and threw her head back so that her hair rearranged itself in a neat bob. 'It might be,' she said. 'That's sort of, what's the word? Indeterminate.' She considered for a moment, sucking in her cheeks and pouting her lips. 'If that is actually a word at all.'

'If the Doctor is correct,' Sabbath said slowly, as if to himself, 'then what he is doing is not without hazard.'

'You mean it's dangerous.'

'In the extreme.'

'Like either the world ends, or he blows us all up saving it? That sort of extreme?'

Sabbath's eyes narrowed, seeming to recede into his round face. 'Rather worse than that, I'm afraid.'

'Just so we know.' She stood up and stretched. 'Fancy a coffee?'

'The different universes are already overlapping.'

'I'd noticed,' she called back as she went over to the kitchen area, 'If the Doctor is too late, or if the energy is not completely dissipated, then the whole of reality might be thrown into confusion.'

'And we'd notice, would we?' Trix called back.

But Sabbath seemed not to hear. 'Different versions of history play out in parallel. No longer separated by the thin membrane of reality. A universe where different sequences of different events exist and coexist side by side, overlapping, intersecting, merging.'

Trix reappeared with a mug of water.

'The Doctor was right about one thing,' Sabbath admitted. 'He and I travel back and forth within the same reality, the same Quantum Universe.'

'I seem to recall,' Trix said sipping from the mug, 'that he used that as a rather emphatic indication that you were in the wrong. Or did I mishear that bit?'

Sabbath stood up suddenly, his chair skidding backwards and toppling over as it struck the edge of a flagstone. His face was reddening as he spoke. 'Yes, I was wrong! Happy now, Miss MacMillan?'

Trix seemed unperturbed. 'Well, apart from the overlapping, intersecting, merging reality bit.' She sat down. 'What were you proposing to do about that? If it happens? And if we can even tell that it's happened?'