Chapter Four
The Cabin And The Waiter
"That? Oh that's just one of the memorials from the memorial cabins, yeah got tons of 'em, waste of room in my opinio-oh; how'd it get there?"
"And why is it floating." Said the Doctor.
"That's a good question."
"Look Hannah, will you take me to that memorial cabin thingy?"
"Yeah, 'course, just follow me."
The Doctor followed her round the ship until about twenty-five minutes later they came to a little archway, through which was a huge echoing room packed full of statues. "Not much is it?" Said Amy.
"Wow." Said the Doctor.
"Champagne?" said a mourning full male voice from the archway.
They turned round to see a waiter with a pale face holding, a tray with two glasses of champagne resting on top of it.
"No thanks, I don't drink." Said Hannah.
"Thanks." Said the Doctor, taking a glass and starting to drink.
The waiter turned back to Amy and said:
"Champagne?" more menacingly this time.
"Doctor, I think something's going on. Doctor?"
It was then that the Doctor turned around, saw what was happening to his face in the mirror on the opposite wall, and thumped the waiter whose head collapsed into a pile of sand and whose body carried on walking.