A woman stopped in front of us this time, "Mrs Wormwood will see you now," she said.

"That's nice," I said, standing up, "Book of Revelations, I wonder is that has any impact on her," we followed the woman into a clean pristine office, and was shown two seats in front of a severe looking woman, who looked like she should be in PR rather than the head of an organisation that sold pop.

A cup of tea was given to Sarah-Jane. I got a bottle of Bubble Shock; I pushed it away from me, not being able to stand the stench that it gave off. "Thank you," said Sarah.

"Sure," I echoed her.

"That's very kind," Sarah-Jane directed the statement towards Mrs Wormwood.

"Think of yourself as our guest," Mrs Wormwood's voice was sharp as a razor with a very west end accent that sort of grated on my nerve endings. I didn't like her.

"We weren't breaking in," said Sarah, making the excuses, "We were just trying to get to someone in charge,"

"We phoned about a hundred times," I said, "Wrote emails, no one would talk to us. Rather strange,"

"Oh I've seen the list," she said, "Phone calls, emails. Miss Sarah-Jane Smith certainly makes her presence felt," she looked at me, "And who are you?"

"I'm on Work Experience," I said, "I've been drafted in to help as it were,"

"Do you mind if I take notes?" asked Sarah, I think she didn't like that woman either.

"Not at all," she said, "And since you've been so bold, let's make this an official interview," I got out my sonic pen and paper.

"If all we had to do is this," I muttered, "Then we should have done this earlier," I took the other end off my pen, and jotted down some notes.

"And it's Mrs Wormwood?" asked Sarah.

"That's correct," the woman in front of us said. I took a glance at my watch, and saw that there was some alien activity around this area.

"That's in the Bible," I said, looking at her, "The Book of Revelations. At the end of the world, it describes a star, which will fall to Earth and poisoning the waters. Thus ends the human race. The star is describes and is called Wormwood,"

"Fascinating," she said, "Shall we move onto business,"

"We're not going to stop you," I said to her,

"I've got contacts in the city," said Sarah, "They said it was like this company dropped in from nowhere and normally it takes years of tests to get an approval from the EU to market a new food stuff. You got it in two weeks,"

"All we're doing is satisfying a need," she said. I wrote down, hiding something.

"Which is?" asked Sarah.

"The people are hungry, Miss Smith. New food, new drinks, new tastes. All the Western World does is eat. All day, every day, eating. They gorge, and feast and chew and bite. Everything sweet and hot, and cold and sticky. Just food and drink. That's the human race. They devour,"

I had stopped writing, and just stared at the woman in front of me, "Right," I said.

"Who are we to deny them," she asked.

"So you invented Bane?" asked Sarah-Jane.

"Oh the Bane in Bubble Shock isn't new, Miss Smith," said Mrs Wormwood, "No, it's very, very old,"

"I've never heard of it," I said.

"Come and see," said Miss Wormwood going over to the television screen, where the advert for Bubble Shock was being played. We both followed her, I left my notebook behind, but kept the pen on me, "All the hype, the Bane is completely natural. One hundred percent organic,"

"We've seen the advert thanks," I said, "TV switches itself on when it's being played, rather annoying," I turned to look at her, "But organic what?"

"Oh now don't be silly," she said to me, "I can hardly give away our recipe,"

"I checked with some scientists, I know," I said, not saying that it was myself that did all the work.

"Your social circle sounds fascinating," she mocked me.

"We tried to analyse a bottle of Bubble Shock," I said.

"Oh what's the point of analyses?" she asked me, "It's all chemicals, and sweeteners, and E numbers. The test for a drink, is in the tasting," I looked at the screen, "Have you tried it?"

"No," I said, "I can smell it from here, and believe me, it's revolting,"

"Oh but you must," she said, clicking her fingers and her secretary came over with a bottle.

"Oh no really," said Sarah, "Thanks, we're fine,"

"No, no, no, no," said Mrs Wormwood, "But I insist," I nearly threw up at the smell of it, "A good journalist must submit the complete experience,"

"I can tell the smell of it that it's not going to taste nice," I muttered to Sarah.

"Drink Bubble Shock, Miss Smith, Miss Tyler," she said, "Drink deep,"

Sarah made to take the bottle, and then lowered her hand, "Mrs Wormwood, I'd rather die,"

"Seconded," I said.

"Now," Mrs Wormwood, "We can't have that," she walked back to her desk.

"But those scientists," I said, walking towards her, "They said that Bane reacted very oddly when they tried to test it, as if it resisting the analysis. And nothing could do that. At least nothing on Earth,"

"What exactly are you suggesting, Miss Tyler?" she asked, "That Bane originated from outer space?"

"Of course not," said Sarah, "That would be ridiculous,"

"Wouldn't it though," Mrs Wormwood said, and then looked out of the window, "Go ahead and print your story by all means. But consider you career," I pulled on my leather jacket, "Are you really going to expose this as a kind of alien plot. You'll be considered insane,"

"I don't care what people think of me, never have," said Sarah-Jane, "We just want to find the truth,"

"At such a cost," she said, "I take it," she turned to us, "That you're both single,"

"I ain't answering that question," I said.

"Yes I am," said Sarah-Jane.

"No children?"

"No," she said.

"Such a wasted life," Miss Wormwood said patronisingly.

"You might think so," I said.

"Miss Smith and Miss Tyler are leaving," she said to her secretary, "Lesley will show you out," we followed the secretary to the door, and I turned back.

"By the way?" I asked, "What planet do you come from?"

"Nice try," she said and we were ushered into a life.

I looked at Sarah, cocking my head towards the secretary. She nodded slightly. The secretary placed a hand to her ear, and I looked in the reflective mirror, and guessed the instruction. I whirled around, with my palm outstretched. The secretary was thrown back against the lift, as if a hand had shoved her back, invisibly

"Tah," I said as the door pinged open and we ran out, "Why does this always happen to us?"

"You didn't have to do that," she said.

"Oh you would have rather got eaten?" I asked her, "This way is best," I was just about to go down the stairs when I saw workers, "Go the other way, go the other way,"

"Will it ever be that maybe once they weren't aliens?" she asked me.

"So they are alien now?" I asked her.

"Definitely," she said, and suddenly alarms blared all around us, "Oh dear,"

"That for us or for something else?" I asked her, as we stepped behind a control box, "I'm all out of breathe,"

"We'll stay here until the alarms go off," she whispered, "They must be hiding something,"

"Well do you think all the workers are in on it?" I asked and she nodded, "Oh,"

We quietly crept down a set of metal stairs. I motioned to a ladies lavatory and we quickly went into the toilet, "She should be safe here," she said, but I held up a finger, walking around the room, detecting thought waves, that were panicked

"Someone is here," I said, and then quickly opened a door to see Maria and a boy in a white sheet, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same!" she said.

"Oh," I said, "Humans! Who's the boy?"

"I don't know," she said.

"Sarah-Jane," I said, "Can you take over this, and I'm not feeling too well,"

"All right," she said, "What have they done to you?"

"I knew I had to get away," he said.

"Yeah," I said, "That goes for all of us," I looked around, "They'll be searching in here soon, get out of the window,"

"What?" said Maria.

"Don't argue with her," said Sarah-Jane, "Just do it," they quickly legged it through the window, "Come on Chrissie," I hopped through the window, just as the door banged open.

"Go, go, go," I shoved them forward.

"Come on," said Sarah-Jane, taking the two children by the arm and pushing her towards the car, "Get in,"

"But my friend's in there!" said Maria, "Well I just met her this morning but I'm not leaving her,"

"Well the bus has gone," I said, "Maybe she was on the bus, just get in,"

"I just can't!"

"If your friend wasn't on the bus then she's probably dead," I said to her. I saw the gates closing and buzzed my sonic pen at them. They started opening again.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Sonic pen," I said, "Now get in!" I looked around the corner, and saw people come out of the gates, "Move!" I got into the car and Sarah-Jane started it up, and sped off, "Now there is definitely something wrong with that factory,"

"We always knew that," she said to me, "Just need to prove it,"

"Err, excuse me," said Maria in the back, "But what is going on?"

"Need to know," I said, "And you don't need to know,"

"Excuse me," she said, "You're not much older than me,"

"But so much more wiser," I said, "Just do us all a favour and forget about everything that happened today," I turned back, "Humans!"

"I am a human, thank you very much," she said, "Don't so insulting them,"

"You're extraordinary," I said, "Ohh, dammit,"

"What?" she asked.

"They scanned us," I said, "Remember?"

"I don't see how that is going to help us," she said, "It's just a picture,"

"Sarah-Jane," I said, "Sometimes I think that you tend to be a little thick. What is going to happen when they see my scan? They scan everything, name, age, blood type, species,"

"Ah," she said, "That could be a problem,"

"Hello, people in the back," Maria said.

"I could give her Retcon," I said, "Nicked a load off Jack, last time I was in Cardiff,"

"What does it do?" she asked.

"Wipes memory," I said, "Depending of the dose. I could wipe her memory of the whole day,"

"You aren't going to do anything to me," said Maria.

"Is there a catch?" Sarah asked me.

"Sometimes it doesn't always work," I said, "And too much could permanently damage her mind," I shrugged, "Nothing's perfect,"

"What were you doing outside the tour boundaries?" Sarah asked Maria.

"I heard my friend scream," said Maria, "I went to find her, and ran into," she looked at the boy, "Well him,"

"You didn't think to carry on?" she asked.

"Kelsey's my friend," said Maria.

"Kelsey will be fine," I said, "You'll see, half an hour and she'll show up, good as new, hopefully some sense knocked into her," we pulled into the drive and I got out of the car, placing an arm around the boy.

"But who is he?" asked Maria, nodding to the boy, "What was he doing in that factory. What were they doing there?"

"Ahh, just leave it," said Sarah, "Just go home Maria. We can handle things from here,"

"But there's something going on," we just ignored her, "I saw you both last night," I turned to her, my face stone.

"What did you say?" I asked her. There was silence.

"She said she saw you both last night," said the boy.

"With that thing in your garden," said Maria, "That alien," I was white faced at her.

"Now listen to me Maria," said Sarah-Jane, "Our lives are dangerous, and rule one, we don't put anyone else in danger, especially not a kid,"

"I'm not a kid," she said, "She's look hardly older than me anyway," she nodded to me.

"Chrissie was born into this world," said Sarah, "Doesn't mean that she's from it,"

"I want to know what's going on," she said.

"Maria," I said, "Just go back home. You watch telly; do whatever it is you do. You just live your life as normal. You forget any of this happened. You got that. Stay away from us, Maria," I warned her, "We aren't normal. So for your own sake, back off," we went inside the house and into the living room.

"You did the right thing," Sarah said to me, "She's not to get involved in this life,"

"Then why do I feel so bad?" I asked, "She just wants to know,"

"She's a child," she said, "She can't get involved in any of this, it is too dangerous. Now we have him to worry about," she nodded at the boy, who was just standing around. I closed my eyes and a brief sequence shone in front of my eyes.

"They've worked it out," I said to her, "That know we aren't typical,"

"Oh dear," she said,