A cold shudder ran through her. It was a deep and harsh scream and it sent a shiver down her spine. They exchanged a questioning look with raised eyebrows. Both of them bolted down the tunnel to the sound. The air force tossed her ebony hair back, swirling it behind her. It couldn t be Fiyero, she wouldn t admit it. If she let herself believe it she would start to do magic. Then things would go very wrong. She could kill the doctor in a devilish frenzy. Her father s words came back into her thoughts Take it away . A good amount of the time she was able to block his harsh words from bringing her down. When she was rebelling the wizard she couldn t bring herself to think about it. But she had grown as a wicked witch able too. Sweat slithered down her brow. So she was being punished for growth with troubling thoughts? That seemed unfair. But then, she thought grimly was anything ever? She smirked a grim half smile. An arm crashed into her. Her eyes jolted wide open and noticed the wall she almost ran into. Thanks she said, looking at the Doctor. Welcome, but keep still he said. He cautiously crept to an area further in the tunnel. She turned around the corner to get a look. Stacked on top of each other were barrels oozing with green slime. She prided herself in not being one to flinch at almost anything, so she went forward to examine it close up. Don t, it s Krillitane oil. Touch it and you die. It s toxic even to the Krillitanes themselves he said with a warning hand in her face. He used the sonic screwdriver on it and backed away .She imagined having a vat of it dumped on them as they escape So are they planning to use it to hurt us? she said. Probably, since using it to make genius kids didn t work. By the way, it is edible. You can use it to make brilliant chips. He said. He smiled the cheesiest smile ever. It was charming. She realized they could get nowhere further by making chips with weird green goo. Come on whatever you are she said as she beckoned to him. She had already walked a few dozen feet in front of him, No really, they do make good chips he said as he caught up with her. I m sure they do she said and ruffled his hair. She didn t know why she had done that. Personally, she hated being touched. But his hair just looked so fluffy. Like a cute puppy. Interrupting her thoughts, a gasp of pain echoed through the hallway. She narrowed her eyes in complete disgust. But let s find the screamer They walked in silence for a few minutes. It wasn t awkward, but it wasn t exactly comfortable. After what seemed like hours, they reached a metal door with a wheel instead of a handle. Her hands grasped the wheel to open it and turned as hard as , she said Sonic He took out the screwdriver and opened it. Slowly they edged the door open. And their jaws dropped at the image in front of them.