Silently, the man in the suit pointed at the door. The Professor walked out onto the roof, the silent man following him.
"What is he doing?" Jane asked herself as she went to follow them. She kept to a safe distance and followed them all the way down the stairs. They went to the very bottom of the stairwell, into the basement. Passing through several doors. They entered a massive room with a giant tank within.
Enormous tentacles flayed about from the open top of the tank. A deep gurgling sound came from it. Jane thought she hear English words in that dreadful noise.
"Who am ?" asked the Professor. "I've been known by many names in my sixteen thousand years of lives, but 'Professor' shall be adequate for our dealing. You, too, Great Old One have been known by many names, and I know you by the name that binds!
"I have long been the leper of the worshipful and ancient law of my people, and I am well versed in the ancient laws. According to article fifty seven of the most recent proclamation, you are prohibited from destroying a level five world like this one, especially since it didn't do anything to you. It was my people, not humans, responsible for the destuction of your world during the War. You can take it up with them if you can find them."
Several other me began to file into the room. The monsters tentacles began to flat about violently
"Easy, Professor," whispered Jane from behind cover.
"I am now going to tell you what you are going to do," said the Professor bravely despite the encroaching forces. "You are going to abandon your plan to repopulate this planet with you and your plastic th talks. You will promptly teleport tjisbody you have created and all your human replicants to your ship and leave this system, never to return again."
"Well," sighed Jane, "it was nice knowing you."
To Jane's suprise, the monster's testicles retreated into the tank, the men stopped dead in their tracks, and in a brilliant flash, disappeared.
"Professor," said Jane as she popped up from behind her cover, "you did it."
"I thought I told you to stay put?" asked the Professor a he turned and left the room.
"And miss that?" asked Jane as she followed him out of the room, out the back door and down the streets of London.
After a while of silence, Jane finally said, "oh come on Professor, are you really that cross with me?"
"No," said the Professor softly.
"Then what's wrong?"
"Where will I ever find milk this late at night?"
"At any twenty-four hour shop?"
"Oh well. Best get back to my rooms."
"What university do you teach at, Professor?"
"Cambridge."
"I don't think you'll make it back there tonight."
"I should do just fine," said the Professor as he reached the bookshop door.
"I've never noticed this bookshop before," said Jane.
"That's because it wasn't here until this afternoon," explained the Professor as they entered a massive bookshop with shelves three storeys tall.
"What are you doing in this bookshop?" asked Jane, following him to a tall platform in the middle of the vast room in which sat a six sides stationary bureau.
"No, no, no," bemoaned the Professor "This is supposed to be the rooms of a Cambridge don, not second rate bookshop."
"You live in a bookshop?" asked Jane as she pulled down an old book from a nearby shelf.
"It's a complicated space/time event," explained the Professor, pulling down one of the hatches of the bizarre bureau, revealing ancient brass controls a la Jules Vernes.,"able to travel to any world, at any point in that world's history."
"It's a bookshop," insisted Jane as she opened the book.
"Why can't it be both?" asked the Professor. "Wait! Don't open that book!"
It was too late. The door outside slammed shut, a cacophony fill the roon, and the whole place toppled about."
The End