The next day, and after coming to the agreement that the answers would be at Adipose Industries, the Doctor and I manoeuvred the Tardis to an area near the building, another alley actually. While I had to get on him about using the hammer again, it was a relatively uneventful flight, minus the Tardis' grumbles of disdain. We entered Adipose Industries through the back door again and settled in a storage room, locking the door with the sonic once inside. Since we had a few hours wait, we figured out a few ways to keep ourselves busy.
When the work day had finished, we snuck out of the room and made our way up to the roof. Although the Doctor tended to just wing things, we had both figured we needed to be somewhere where we could see what was going on without being spotted. At first he wanted to listen through the woman's door, I brought up the roof, saying no one would really be outside her window. Seeing a window cleaner's cradle, we got in and after flipping the switch, were lowered down the building's side. The Doctor stopped the cradle when we reached a little under the level of the office. To avoid being seen, we ducked down as four people entered the room, one being held against her will, the reporter. Reaching into the Doctor's jacket, I pulled out a stethoscope and handed it to him. Placing it onto the window, he listened to the conversation, with me listening to what he was hearing.
"You can't tie me up! What sort of country do you think this is?"
"Oh, it's a beautifully fat country. And believe me, I've travelled a long way to find obesity on this scale."
"So, come on then, Miss Foster, those pills. What are they?"
"Well, you might just as well have a scoop, since you'll never see it printed." The Doctor moved the scope up from the wall to the window. I inched up, my eyes on the woman we now knew was a Miss Foster. In her hand was a small white pill. "This… is the spark of life."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Officially, the capsule attracts all the fat cells and flushes them away," she explained. "Well, it certainly attracts them. That part's true. But it binds the fat together and galvanises it to form a body."
"What do you mean, a 'body'?" I furrowed my brows and thought back to Mister Davey and how he'd lost a kilo by ten past one every day. Then Ms Foster's words hit me. 'The fat just walks away'. So, if the fat cells are bound together to form a body, the body would most likely be what was waking Mr Davey every morning, why he was losing a kilo at the same time every day. Though, I couldn't really understand as to why she was doing it; what was the point of it all.
"I am surprised you never asked about my name. I chose it well. Foster. As in foster mother. And these… are my children." The Doctor joined me in looking through the window, seeing a little white creature. To be honest, it was quite adorable and I couldn't really deny that the diet plan was quite effective, even if it was making little fat creatures. The Doctor nudged me and rolled his eyes at my thoughts. Of course I'd find a little glob of fat cute.
"You're kidding me. I don't… What the hell is that?!" the reporter exclaimed, whether it was in disgust or fear, I wasn't sure.
Miss Foster walked around her desk and lifted the little thing up. "Adipose. It's called… an Adipose… made out of living fat… from people." Well, the name made sense.
"But I don't understand."
"From ordinary human people." My gaze was torn from the scene to see the same ginger we'd passed in the call centre staring at the Doctor wide eyed. Glancing at him, I saw that he too seemed to be shocked. It was obvious to me that they knew each other but as to how, escaped me until the Doctor, sensing my confusion, showed me. Completely disregarding the fact that we were supposed to be hidden in his shock, the man stood to his full height. After some time of them mouthing to each other, the ginger gave two thumbs up.
Glancing from the woman, I saw Miss Foster staring at us, not that either of them noticed. Rolling my eyes at the two before attempting to alert my husband that we'd been caught. "Doctor…" He paid me no mind, much to my irritation. Instead, he continued to 'listen' to what the ginger was saying. The woman, Donna, finally noticed what I had, and that prompted the Doctor to finally see that they were being stared at.
"Are we interrupting you?" Miss Foster asked, clearly irritated.
"Run!"
Hey all. I hope you enjoyed this little tid bit from the next chapter. So, here's my reasoning for doing this. One, I'm slightly lazy. Two, I usually like to have a few chapters (three) edited before I actually post a new one. This keeps me ahead of the game and while it takes me a while, it really does help. Three, I might have spent this weekend at a friend's place and have gotten a tad wise ;). Although honestly, I'm just trying to stay ahead of the game. If I were to be stuck on the current chapter I'm editing (which I was for a while) then nothing would ever be posted. With that said, all reviews will be answered in the FULL chapter. Thanks for reading and please don't hate me.