The Unquiet Dead
The TARDIS jerked in mid-flight through the Time Vortex, alarms ringing, causing her two passengers to tighten their grips on the console. It was utter mayhem as the two passengers piloted the magnificent ship.
"Hold that one down." The Doctor ordered Seren, as he stretched over the console and pressed two buttons down on opposite sides of the console.
"I am holding this one down!" Seren snapped back, in a similar position as the Doctor though not covering quite as much due to her tiny frame.
"Hold them both down!" he yelled in response.
"It's not going to work." Seren told him, stretching across her half of the console and pressed the button.
"Oy, I promised you a time machine and that's what you're going to get." The Doctor snapped at her. "Now, you've had a look at the future, now let's have a look at the future. 1860. How does 1860 sound?"
"What happened in 1860?" Seren asked, history never having been her strongest point. However, that probably had more to do with her teacher being dryer than the Sahara dessert.
"No idea. Let's find out." The Doctor said, shaking his head as much as he could while piloting the ship. "Hold on, here we go!" he had an excited look on his face, despite his spread out position over the console, as they hurtled through the Vortex.
Landing roughly, the duo were tossed to floor. As soon as the engines fell silent, they began laughing as they got back to their feet.
"Blimey!" Seren cried chuckling lightly.
"You alright?" The Doctor asked with a smile, getting to his feet and going to the monitor to see where they landed.
"Yeah, I think so." Seren said, coming to stand beside him and have a look at the monitor as well. "Nothing broken at least. Did we make it? Where are we?"
"I did it!" the Doctor exclaimed happily. "Give the man a medal. Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860."
"That's so weird." Seren said softly. "It's Christmas."
"All yours." The Doctor told her with a smile.
"But, it's like… think about it, though." Seren said in a soft voice, pondering. "Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You two can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."
"Not a bad life?" The Doctor commented, crossing his arms and leaned against the console.
"Better with two." Seren said, making him all smile. "Come on, then." She clapped him on the arm and headed to the door, startling the alien.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" he called out to her in surprise.
"1860." Seren replied with a smile, turning to him on the ramp.
Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella." The Doctor told her, gesturing to her 21st Century clothes that she had been wearing since she had joined them.
Seren looked down at her jean skirt, sleeveless blouse and high-heeled sandals and nodded, the man had a point.
"There's a wardrobe through there." He said, gesturing to the main doorway just off the console room. "First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Go on."
As she turned and headed out of the console room to follow his directions to the Wardrobe, she heard the faint "Hurry up!" from the Doctor as he watched her go before shaking his head, knowing from years of experience with Companions that it would likely take her as long as it would, and not a moment less.
Entering the massive and magnificent Wardrobe, Seren looked around in wonder at the clothes from various times in history, and even those that had a distinct futuristic tone.
"Okay, 1860. I need mid-19th Century fashion." She muttered to herself as she walked along the rows of clothes.
At her feet, there was a golden light, creating a path through the massive area.
"TARDIS?" Seren asked, looking at the ceiling in confusion.
There was the sound of a giggle and Seren got the distinct impression that the sentient time-traveling ship was up to something.
With a slight frown, she shrugged and followed the light. She walked for a few minutes, coming to a stop at a row of fashions from the mid-19thCentury, complete with all types of accessories, shoes, etc.
"Wow." She breathed in amazement, barely holding back the urge to squeal. She ran a hand over the different dresses. "What to choose?" she glance up. "Any suggestions?"
One of the dresses glowed slightly with a golden hue and the tiny brown-haired woman took it of the row and held it up, looking at it.
"This one?"
The place the dress had been hanging glowed in response, and another giggle echoed in her mind.
"Okay." Seren said with a smile, picking out the matching accessories before quickly changing and putting up her hair.
Once she had changed, she returned to the console room, where the Doctor was working under the console. He looked up when the woman entered, appropriately coiffed and attired for the time-period.
Seren was dressed in a TARDIS blue silk satin dress embroidered with silver, with short silver capped sleeves and a square neckline, matching silver and sapphire blue bracelet ab dangling earring set, her long hair pinned up in rolls at the back of her head with a thick curled tendril hanging over her shoulder, and a pair of TARDIS blue 5" heeled vintage laced ankle boots* on her feet. She refused to wear the 19th century boots, high school drama classes teaching her that they were incredibly uncomfortable, not to mention doing absolutely nothing for her small height of 5'1. Over top the dress, she had a velvet silver cloak with the cord tied at her throat* and the hood down.
"Blimey!" he said jumping out from the space between the controls, eyes wide as he took in the woman's appearance.
"Don't laugh." Seren warned, pointing her finger at him with a small laugh.
"You look beautiful." he said truthfully, before adding, "considering."
"Considering what?" she asked with a slight frown.
"That you're human." He said, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Seren said, before taking in his appearance, which hadn't changed. "Aren't you going to change?"
"I've changed my jumper." He replied. "Come on!"
He moved to go outside but was stopped by Seren.
"You stay here. You've done this before." She said, walking past him and going to the door. "This one's mine."
She opened the door and looked out, gingerly stepping onto the freshly fallen snow as the Doctor walked out behind her.
"Ready for this?" The Doctor asked with an encouraging smile, holding his arm out to her.
She nodded and looped her own through it.
"Here we go." He said with a bright smile. "History."
They walked down the street as a small choir sang 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen'. They paused for a moment, Seren looking around in wonder as the Doctor spotted a man holding a newspaper. He let her go and went over to the man. Seren followed him and watched as the Doctor handed the man a few coins and took the paper in exchange.
Seren walked beside the Doctor as he opened the paper and looked at it.
"I got the flight a bit wrong." He told her as he lowered the paper a few seconds later.
"I don't care." She replied with a wide smile on her face as they continued walking with the Doctor beside her.
"It's not 1860, it's 1869."
"I don't care."
"It's not Naples."
"I don't care."
"It's Cardiff."
Seren stopped in her tracks, her smile fading, as the Doctor continued walking.
"Right." She muttered before hurrying to catch up with him.
They walked for a while, Seren getting over her dismay at being in Cardiff, they were in 1869 and she was going to enjoy it, when they heard screams.
"That's more like it!" the Doctor exclaimed with a smile, tossing the paper over his shoulder as they ran towards the theatre, where the screams were originating.
They ran inside, fighting against the crowd that was fleeing. The squeezed their way into the auditorium and looked up, seeing a blue gas entity flying around the upper viewing gallery.
"Fantastic." The Doctor breathed, earning an eye-roll from Seren as he ran to the stage.
The entity disappeared for the moment as an old woman and she collapsed as the Doctor reached the stage.
"Did you see where it came from?" the Doctor asked the well-dressed man on the stage.
"Ah, the wag reveals himself, does he?" the man growled crossly as he walked towards him slightly. "I trust you're satisfied, sir!"
"Oi! Leave her alone!" Seren cried out, making him turn to her and saw that an old man and a young girl were carrying the woman out. "Doctor, I'll get them!"
"Be careful!" The Doctor yelled to her as she followed the pair carrying the body. He jumped onto the stage and walked to wards the well-dressed man. "Did it say anything?" the Doctor asked him, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "Can it speak?" "I'm the Doctor, by the way." He added, waving slightly.
"Doctor? You look more like a navvie." The man muttered in response.
"What is wrong with this jumper?" the Doctor asked exasperatedly, looking at the unimpressed man beside him.
Outside, the young girl and the older man were putting the old woman in the hearse.
"What are you doing?" Seren cried, running up to the girl.
"Oh, it's a tragedy, miss." The girl said, blocking Seren's attempts to get around her to look at the old woman. "Don't worry yourself. Me and the master will deal with it. The fact is, this poor lady's been taken with the brain fever and we have to get her to the infirmary."
Seren rolled her large eyes and pushed the girl aside, putting a hand on the woman's pale cheek.
"She's ice cold." Seren said, before putting two fingers on the woman's pulse point to check for a pulse as she used the wrist of her other hand to check for breathing. "No pulse. No breath. She's dead." She turned to the girl, who looked slightly guilty. "What did you do to her?"
Seren, so focused on the girl in front of her, didn't see the old man come up behind her and put a pad of cloth over her mouth and nose. The time-travelling Welshwoman struggled for a few seconds, elbowing the man in the stomach and kicking his leg with the back of her heel. He groaned at the impacts but held firm to the tiny woman until she slumped in his arms, the effect of the Chloroform knocking her out.
"What did you do that for?" Gwyneth asked in horror.
"She's seen too much." Sneed replied matter-of-factly. "Get her in the hearse. Legs."
Gwyneth knelt down and picked up the woman's legs as the pair put her in the back of the hearse with the body of the dead old woman.
Inside the theatre, the blue entity appeared again with a loud screech, flying around the auditorium as several people screamed once more and began running for the doors. The entity flew around above their heads for a moment before flying into one of the gaslights that hung on the walls.
"Gas." The Doctor breathed. "It's made of gas." He looked around and noticed that Seren hadn't returned.
The Doctor jumped off the stage, followed by the well-dressed man, and headed outside. He looked around, and saw a young woman close the back of a hearse behind an unconscious Seren.
"Seren!" The Doctor yelled, running to the road before stopping.
"You're not escaping me, sir!" the man cried, following them as he rambled on. "What do you know about that hobgoblin, hmm? Projection on glass, I suppose. Who put you up to it?"
"Yeah, mate. Not now, thanks." The Doctor said, as he went to nearby carriage. "Oi, you!" he said to the driver, running around the side and getting in. "Follow that hearse!"
"I can't do that, sir." The driver protested.
"Why not?" the Doctor asked as the well-dressed man came to the door.
"I'll tell you why not. I'll give you a very good reason why not. Because this is my coach." He blustered to him.
"Well, get in then!" the Doctor said exasperatedly as he pulled the man in.
"Move!" the Doctor yelled to the driver once the man was inside and the door was closed.
The driver cracked his whip and the carriage began to move down the street.
"Come on, you're losing them." The Doctor urged the driver as he looked out of the window.
"Everything in order, Mr. Dickens?" the driver called back to them.
"No! It is not!" the man snapped as the Doctor eyes widened and they looked at the man whose carriage they were in.
"What did he say?" The Doctor asked, looking at the man.
"Let me say this first. I'm not without a sense of humor…" the man said, not noticing the expression.
"Dickens?" the Doctor asked, turning slightly in the seat to look at the man next to him.
"Yes."
"Charles Dickens?" the Doctor clarified.
"Yes."
"The Charles Dickens?"
"Should I remove the gentleman, sir?" the Driver asked.
"Charles Dickens? You're brilliant, you are. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. We've read them all. Great Expectations, Oliver Twist and what's the other one, the one with the ghost?" The Doctor exclaimed excitedly, like a kid at Christmas.
"A Christmas Carol?" the man, Dickens, asked.
"No, no, no, the one with the trains." The Doctor said. "'The Signal Man', that's it. Absolutely terrifying!"
"The best short story ever written. You're a genius." The Doctor continued.
"You want me to get rid of him, sir?" the driver asked again.
"Er, no, I think he can stay." Dickens replied.
"Honestly, Charles. Can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan." The Doctor said, excitement pouring off him in waves.
"What? You're a big what?" Dickens asked confused by the context of the term.
"Fan. Number one fan, that's me." The Doctor replied, gesturing to himself.
"How exactly are either of you a fan?" he asked, looking at the man in confusion. "In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?"
"No, it means fanatic, devoted to." The Doctor explained. "Mind you, I've got to say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what's that about? Was that just padding or what? I mean, it's rubbish, that bit."
"I thought you said you were my fan." Dicken said, taken aback at the criticism.
"Ah, well, if you can't take criticism…" The Doctor said. "Go on, do the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up." He shook his head, saying, "No, sorry, forget about that." He turned to the driver, "Come on, faster!"
The driver cracked his whip and the carriage began moving faster.
"Who exactly is in that hearse?" Dickens asked, taking in the worried looks that were now on their faces.
"My friend." The Doctor said. "She's only 23. It's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger."
"Why are we wasting my time talking about dry old books? This is much more important." Dickens asked indignantly. He called out to the driver, "Driver, be swift! The chase is on!"
"Yes, sir!" the Driver cracked his whip a few times, making the horses pick up speed.
"Attaboy, Charlie."
"Nobody calls me Charlie." Dickens told him.
"The ladies do." The Doctor said with a smirk.
"How do you know that?" Dickens asked surprised.
"I told you, I'm your number one…" the Doctor began.
"Number one fan." Dickens muttered. "Yes."
Reaching the house, Sneed and Gwyneth carried an unconscious Seren inside to the Chapel of the Rest.
"The poor girl's still alive, sir." Gwyneth said. "What are we going to do with her?"
"I don't know!" Sneed snapped in exasperation as they gently put the girl down on a covered table. "I didn't plan any of this, did I. It isn't my fault if the dead won't stay dead."
"Then whose fault is it, sir?" Gwyneth asked, despair written on her face and clear in her voice. "Why is this happening to us?"
Gwyneth turned and walked out of the chapel and into the hallway, followed by Sneed who locked the chapel door. They didn't see the gas lamps flare slightly, nor did they hear the whispered voices.
"I did the Bishop a favor once." Sneed said to Gwyneth a few minutes later as they walked down the hallway, after removing their cloaks. "Made his nephew look like a cherub even though he'd been a fortnight in the weir." He put a hand on Gwyneth's shoulder to stop her rapid pace and gently turned her to look at him. "Perhaps he'll do us an exorcism on the cheap."
Before Gwyneth could reply, there was a knock on the door.
"Say I'm not in." Sneed told her. "Tell them we're closed. Just, just get rid of them."
Gwyneth nodded as Sneed ran back down the hall, out of sight as Gwyneth took a deep breath, and went to the door.
Seren woke up with a slight groan, sitting up and rubbing her forehead to alleviate some of the building tension that was side effect of being knocked out. Behind her, blue gas from the gas lamp mounted on the wall flew into a young man that was lying in a casket. Hearing a strange groaning sound behind her, she whirled around. Her eyes went wide as she saw the last remnants of the gas entity enter the young man, who sat up and turned to face her.
"Are you all right?" Seren asked, cautiously. The young man looked at her, groaning as he slowly got out of the casket. "You have got to be kidding me. Zombies." She groaned as she quickly got off the table and back away from the advancing zombie.
She turned and ran to the door, trying the knob only to find it locked. With her heart racing, she turned and looked back at the zombie, only to find another rising from a casket; this one was the old woman she had seen in the hearse.
Seren swore colorfully in Welsh, absently grateful that no one could hear the very unladylike words. She grabbed a vase from the table beside her and, removing the lilies that were in it, threw it at the advancing male zombie. Unfortunately, all it did, aside from break on impact, was cause the male zombie to stumble slightly.
She turned and banged on the door.
"Let me out! Let me out!" she screamed, hoping someone could hear her. Hearing the groaning zombies get closer to her, she turned around and faced them. "Okay." She muttered to herself. "I am not going to wait for someone to rescue me, though it would be nice help would arrive soon."
She looked around and saw a chair not far from her. She grabbed it and slammed it against the wall, breaking off the legs and holding one stick in each hand. As the male zombie approached her, reaching a hand out towards her, she smacked it with one of the sticks before swinging the other one to hit him across the face. He stumbled back slightly as the female advanced on her.
Seren ducked the outstretched hand, and swiped the woman's legs out from beneath her, making her fall backwards. Seren straightened up and held the make shift short staffs in front of her as the male advanced on her once again, over his momentary shock.
As she faced him, the door opened behind her and the Doctor reached out and pulled her back towards him.
"I think this is my dance." He said as he stood in the doorway, keeping his arm around the woman.
"It's a prank. It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence." Dickens muttered disbelievingly, looking over their shoulders.
"No, we're not. The dead are walking." Seren said, glancing briefly at the man before turning to look at the zombies.
The Doctor looked down at his beautiful and feisty Companion. "Hi." He said with a bright smile.
"Hi." She replied just as brightly, still having a tight grip on the makeshift staffs in her hand, ready to use them at a moment's notice. She looked at Dickens once more and turned to the man beside her. "Who's your friend?"
"Charles Dickens." The Doctor replied brightly.
"Okay." She said, turning back to the corpses.
"My names the Doctor." The Time Lord said. "Who are you?"
"Failing." The male corpse said with the voice of many. "Open the Rift. We're dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us. Argh!"
The beings possessing the corpses screamed as they leave the two host bodies, returning to the gas lamps that lit the room. Seren winced as she heard the screams, dropping the sticks to the ground and covering her ears to block out the horrible sound. Once the gas entities left them, the bodies of the dead pair collapsed to the ground. She cautiously lowered her hands, letting out a sigh of relief when there was no more screaming.
"We should get them back into their coffins." Seren suggested after a moment, looking at the corpses on the ground before looking at the three men and the young serving girl.
The Doctor and Seren went over to the body of the old lady and crouched down, Seren by the head and the Doctor by the legs.
"On three." Seren said, getting a nod in response. "One. Two. Three."
They lifted the old woman and gently put her in an open coffin, the serving girl hurrying over and putting the arms properly as the Doctor went to the male corpse. Dickens and the undertaker joined him.
"What's your name?" Seren asked the young serving girl as the men placed the male body in the corpse.
"Gwyneth, miss." She replied softly, glancing at her for a moment before looking away.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Gwyneth." Seren said softly, a gently smile on her lips as she looked up at the young girl. "I'm Seren."
"It is nice to meet you, miss." Gwyneth said to her softly.
"And who is the elderly man?" Seren asked, watching the men.
"Mr. Sneed." Gwyneth said and began making her way out of the room. "I will go make some tea for everyone."
"Right." Seren muttered as the serving girl left, the Doctor coming to stand beside her.
"Seren." The Doctor said warningly, recognizing the tone the young brunette was using.
Seren didn't reply, and he let it go. If Seren was going to rant at the old man, then he wasn't going to stop her. After all, the man did drug her, put her in a room with walking corpses and then take off. He knew there were some who had ranted at people for a lot less.
A short while later, they were all in the living room and Gwyneth was pouring tea for them all.
"First of all, you drugged me," Seren ranted at Sneed, who was sitting on an arm chair and watching the brunet who had a walking cane in her hand as she paced in front of him. "And then you kidnapped me… and don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wander, you dirty old man!"
The Doctor, standing by the fireplace, held back his chuckles though he couldn't keep the amused smile off his face. The woman really was something else.
"I will not be spoken to like this!" Sneed said, insulted at the accusation as Gwyneth began serving the tea.
"Then you stuck me in a room full of zombies!" Seren continued, ignoring the interruption. "And if that wasn't enough, you swan off and leave me to die! So, come on, talk!"
"It's not my fault! It's this house." Sneed cried out defensively. Seeing their eyes on him, he continued, shifting slightly in nervousness. "It always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother until three months back, and then the stiffs…" at Dicken's raised eyebrow, he amended, "the er… the dear departed… started getting restless."
"Tommy-rot!" Dicken snapped, taking a sip of his tea.
"You witnessed it!" Sneed reminded him. "Can't keep the beggars down, sir. They walk. And it's the queerest thing, but they hang on to scraps..."
"Two sugars, sir, just how you like it." Gwyneth said softly to the Doctor, handing a cup of tea to him, which he took with a smile of thanks and looked at her retreating back curiously.
"…One old fellow who used to be a sexton almost walked into his own memorial service. Just like the old lady going to your performance, sir, just as she planned." Sneed said to Dickens, giving examples of others who had walked off after dying, trying to convince the author of the truth if the words.
"Morbid fancy." Dickens denied, standing up.
"Oh, Charles, you were there!" The Doctor snapped, getting tired of the man's constant denial of what was right in front of him.
"I saw nothing but an illusion." The author stated firmly, standing tall, with his head held high.
"If you're going to deny it, don't waste our time. Just shut up!" The Doctor snapped at him, causing the author to deflate slightly from his adamant stance.
"What about the gas?" Seren asked, letting go of her irritation at the man for the moment.
"That's new miss." Sneed admitted, slightly relieved that he wasn't being yelled at by the younger Welshwoman. "Never seen anything like that."
"Means it's getting stronger, the Rift's getting wider and something's sneaking through." The Doctor explained as they all looked at him.
"What's the Rift?" Seren asked, looking at him.
"A weak point in time and space. A connection between this place and another." The Doctor explained. "It's the cause of ghost stories, most of the time."
"That's how I got the house so cheap. Stories going back generations." Sneed said in realization, as Dickens left the room. "Echoes in the dark, queer songs in the air, and this feeling like a shadow passing over your soul. Mind you, truth be told, it's been good for business. Just what people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine."
With that, they fell silent as Gwyneth gathered the teacups and saucers, placing them on a tray and taking them out of the room. The Doctor left the room as well as Seren, who followed Gwyneth to the pantry.
The woman walked in just as Gwyneth lit a gas lamp and blew out the match. She went to the sink and looked for a rag that she could use to wash the dishes.
"Please, miss, you shouldn't be helping." Gwyneth protested as Seren picked up a rag and a dish. "It's not right."
"Don't be silly. Mister Sneed works you to death." Seren said with a gentle smile.
Gwyneth gestured for the rag and dish that were in Seren's hands. She handed them to her and stepped back slightly as she asked curiously, "How much you get paid?"
"Eight pound a year, miss." Gwyneth replied, causing Seren's eyes to widen in shock.
"How much?" she asked, her shock coloring her voice. The value of the Pound in the 1800's was such that being paid eight pounds a year was quite a big deal, especially for a maid, which is essentially a minimum wage job.
"I know. I would've been happy with six." Gwyneth admitted.
"So, did you go to school as well?" Seren asked.
"Of course, I did." Gwyneth replied, turning to face her. "What do you think I am, an urchin? I went every Sunday, nice and proper."
"I didn't mean to be rude, I was just curious." Seren hurried to explain, earning a nod in understanding. Seren frowned as Gwyneth's reply to school filtered through her head. "wait, once a week?"
"We did sums and everything." Gwyneth replied, pausing for a moment before continuing in a whisper, "To be honest, I hated every second."
"Me, too." Seren admitted, giggling. "My sister on the other hand, loves school. Though we both do enjoy reading. Give us a good book any day."
"Don't tell anyone…" Gwyneth said after a few moments, "but one week, I didn't go and ran on the heath all on my own!" She finished with a small laugh, a hand on her mouth as if the very idea had been outrageous and she couldn't believe she had done it.
"My god-sister, Rose, did plenty of that." Seren told her, as they giggled lightly. "She used to go 'round the shops with her mate Shareen. They used to go and look at boys."
Gwyneth lost her giggle and looked completely scandalized.
"Well, I don't know much about that, miss." She said with a straight face and turned back to the sink, washing the dishes.
"Oh, times haven't changed that much." Seren teased the young serving girl as she poked her slightly in the waist. "I bet you've done the same."
"I don't think so, miss." Gwyneth said, not looking away from her work.
"Come on Gwyneth, you can tell me." Seren said. "I bet you have your eye on someone."
"I suppose. There is one lad. The butchers' boy." Gwyneth admitted, turning to the traveler. "He comes by every Tuesday." She got a dreamy look in her eye. "Such a nice smile on him."
Seren sighed in response.
"I like a nice smile." Seren said with a slightly dreamy sigh of her own, remembering the stories her parents and grand-parents used to tell of their relationships. "Good smile, nice bum." She added seriously, making Gwyneth stop giggling and stare at her in shock.
"Well, I have never heard the like!" Gwyneth said, the shocked look on her face sending Seren into a fit of giggles.
"Ask him out." Seren said. "Give him a cup of tea. It's a start."
"I swear it is the strangest thing, miss." Gwyneth said softly. "You've got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing."
"Maybe I am." Seren replied. "Maybe that's a good thing. You need a bit more in your life than Mister Sneed."
"Oh, now that's not fair." Gwyneth said softly. "He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to me to take me in because I lost my mum and dad to the flu when I was twelve."
"I'm sorry." Seren said gently, feeling guilty for her assumptions.
"Thank you, miss." Gwyneth said softly. "But I'll be with them again, one day, sitting with them in paradise." She had a look of hope on her face. "I shall be so blessed. They're waiting for me. Maybe your parents and god-father are up there waiting for you too, miss."
"Maybe." Seren said softly, her voice slightly pained at the memory of her parents and her god-father who were taken too soon. She shook her head slightly and turned to Gwyneth, asking curiously, "Who told you they were dead?"
"I don't know." Gwyneth replied shiftily, turning back to the dishes. "Must have been the Doctor."
"My god-father died years back, and my parents slightly more recently." Seren said.
Despite the conversation, Seren was slightly confused. She knew that the Doctor wouldn't just tell anyone about her parents and god-father, in fact she had only told him about her parents. Even if he did tell her about her parents, how did Gwyneth know about her god-father as well?
"But you've been thinking about them lately more than ever." Gwyneth replied, glancing at Seren.
"I suppose so." She admitted softly. "How do you know all this?"
"Mister Sneed says I think too much. I'm all alone down here. I bet you've got dozens of servants, haven't you, miss?"
"No." Seren scoffed as the two of them laughed lightly. "No servants were I'm from."
"And you've come such a long way." Gwyneth said, her laughter fading as she looked at the brunette.
"What makes you think so?" Seren asked, her own laughter fading as well as she looked at her.
"You're were born in Cardiff, but you moved to London with your younger sister after your parents' death." Gwyneth said, looking into Seren's eyes as the brunette was unable to look away from the penetrating gaze. "I've seen London in drawings, but never like that. All those people rushing about half naked, for shame. And the noise…" she flinched slightly as if she could hear the noise herself, "and the metal boxes racing past. And the birds in the sky… No, they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you, you've flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you've seen. The darkness… The Big Bad Wolf." She stumbled back, hitting the shelf behind her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, miss."
"It's alright." Seren said shakily, her eyes wide.
"I can't help it." Gwyneth explained desperately, afraid of what the woman may do to her. After all, it was 1869 and those who were different were never accepted. "Ever since I was a little girl, my mam said I had the sight. She told me to hide it."
"But it's getting stronger, more powerful, is that right?" The Doctor's voice came from behind them, making Gwyneth jump as Seren turned to look at him.
"All the time, sir." Gwyneth replied quietly. She frowned, her expression pained. "Every night, voices in my head."
"You grew up in Cardiff?" Seren asked her and getting a nod in reply.
"You grew up on top of the Rift." The Doctor said and turned to Seren. "Just like you and Siwan." He turned back to Gwyneth. "You're part of it. You're the key."
"I've tried to make sense of it, sir." Gwyneth said. "Consulted with spiritualists, table rappers, all sorts."
"Well, that should help. You can show us what to do." The Doctor replied.
"What to do where, Doctor?" Seren asked with a frown.
"We're going to have a séance." He informed them.
"Oh dear." Seren muttered as they walked out of the pantry.
Several minutes later, they were all back in the living room, seated around the table.
"This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists, down in Butetown. Come… we must all join hands." Gwyneth said with a smile, holding her hands out.
"I can't take part in this." Dickens said, standing up from his seat between Seren and Gwyneth.
"Humbug? Come on, open mind." The Doctor reminded the author.
"This is precisely the sort of heap mummery I strive to unmask." Dickens retorted. "Séances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze box concealed between the knees. This girl knows nothing."
"Now don't antagonize her." The Doctor warned. "I love a happy medium." He added with a smile to Gwyneth, who was sitting next to him.
"I can't believe you just said that." Seren said with a slight laugh, sitting beside Sneed.
"Come on, we might need you." The Doctor told Dickens, who huffed and sat back down between Seren and Gwyneth.
"Good man." The Doctor said to him, before turning to Gwyneth. "Now, Gwyneth… reach out."
"Speak to us." Gwyneth said. "Are you there? Spirits, come. Speak to us that we may relieve your burden."
They heard whispers around them.
"Can you hear that?" Seren asked, straining her ears.
"Nothing can happen. This is sheer folly." Dickens insisted.
"Look at her." Seren said, looking at the serving girl.
Gwyneth was rocking in her seat, looking at the ceiling.
"I see them." She breathed, still looking up. "I feel them."
They looked up as tendrils of gas began floating down above their heads.
"What's it saying?" Seren asked.
"They can't get through the Rift." The Doctor replied before turning to the medium. "Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Now, look deep. Allow them through."
"I can't!" she cried.
"Yes, you can. Just believe it. I have faith in you, Gwyneth." The Doctor told her firmly. "Make the link."
Gwyneth closed her eyes concentrated.
"Yes." She breathed, her eyes snapping open as several blue outlines of people appeared behind her.
Dickens stared at the outlines, his mouth dropping open in shock.
"Great God!" Sneed exclaimed, taking in the outlines. "Spirits from the other side!"
"Other side of the universe, you mean." Seren said, glancing at him before looking back at Gwyneth.
"Pity us. Pity the Gelth." The vapored beings said in the voices of two children in unison with Gwyneth. "There is so little time. Help us."
"What do you want us to do?" The Doctor asked calmly.
"The Rift." The Gelth and Gwyneth replied in unison. "Take the girl to the Rift. Make the bridge."
"What for?" the Doctor asked with a frown.
"We are so very few - the last of our kind. We face extinction."
"Why, what happened?" Seren asked concerned.
"Once we had a physical form like you, but then the War came." The Gelth explained.
"War? What war?" Dickens asked, speaking up for the first time since the Gelth appeared.
"The Time War." Seren and the Doctor exchanged looks, Seren's sympathetic while the Doctor's sad. "The whole universe convulsed. The Time War raged. Invisible to smaller species but devastating to higher forms. Our bodies wasted away. We're trapped in this gaseous state."
"So that's why you need the corpses." The Doctor stated.
"We want to stand tall, to feel the sunlight, to live again. We need a physical form, and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste. Give them to us."
"But we can't." Seren protested. "It isn't right."
"It could save -" the Time Lord started to say, turning to look at her.
"No. The dead are not theirs to use. If they really wanted to learn to live so badly they could do it on their planet. They could learn to adapt." Seren said firmly. "Those things coming to Earth makes no sense unless they wanted to take it over using the dead to do it."
"Open the rift. Let the Gelth through. We're dying. Help us. Pity the Gelth."
With their final plea, the Gelth disappeared back into the gas lamps as Gwyneth collapsed across the table.
"Gwyneth?" Seren called, standing up and walking over to the unconscious girl.
She helped the unconscious girl up from the table top and knelt next to her, checking her pulse.
"All true." Dickens muttered faintly. "It's all true."
"She's all right." Seren said after a few seconds, standing up gracefully. "She's just unconscious from the link." She turned to Sneed, "Is there somewhere she can rest? Somewhere that I can still keep an eye on her?"
"A-aye miss." Sneed stuttered, finding his voice. "There is the chaise longue by the wall."
She nodded and turned to the Doctor. "Can you take her and put her on it so that she'll be comfortable?"
The Doctor nodded and picked up the girl in his arms, carrying her to the chaise and laying her down on it. Seren sat on the edge of the chaise while she argued with the Doctor about using Gwyneth as the Gelth had asked. During the argument, Seren periodically checked on Gwyneth. It didn't take very long before the young maid had gone from complete unconsciousness to a more sleeping state in indication that she would wake shortly, while the Doctor explained what had happened to Sneed and Dickens. Sneed, who had been standing as the Doctor explained, sat back down at the table, while Dickens went for a bottle of Sherry and poured himself a generous serving before taking a large sip as he stood by the fireplace.
A few minutes later, Gwyneth woke up with a confused look on her face.
"It's alright." Seren soothed, as the girl moved to sit up. "You just sleep."
"But my angels, miss..." Gwyneth said weakly. "They came didn't they? They need me?"
"They do need you, Gwyneth." The Doctor agreed. "You're they're only chance of survival."
"I've told you, leave her alone." Seren snapped, turning and glaring at him. "She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles." She took a goblet of water and handed it to Gwyneth. "Drink this."
Gwyneth took small sips as the Doctor sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall.
"Well, what did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they?" Sneed asked, still very confused.
"Aliens."
"Like foreigners, you mean?" Sneed asked.
"Pretty foreign, yeah." The Doctor said. "From up there." He gestured upwards.
"Brecon?" Sneed asked in surprise, eyebrows raised.
"Close." The Doctor said. "And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then, they're weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes."
"Which is why they need the girl." Dickens concluded.
"They're not having her." Seren growled before Dickens even finished his sentence.
"But she can help. Living on the Rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through." The Doctor explained, trying to convince her that Gwyneth was the only one who can save the Gelth.
"Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts but beings from another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers." Dickens said, his expressions crossed between fascinated and incredulous as he moved to sit at the table.
"Good system." The Doctor pointed out. "It might work."
"You can't let them run around inside of dead people." Seren protested, standing up and walking over to the Doctor.
"Why not?" the Doctor asked. "It's like recycling."
"Seriously though, you can't." Seren snapped.
"Seriously though, I can." The Doctor snapped back.
"It's just wrong." Seren protested passionately. "Those bodies were living people. We should respect them even in death."
"Do you carry a donor card?" The Doctor asked, turning to face her as the rest of them watched the argument that was similar to the one that had occurred while Gwyneth was unconscious.
"No, I don't." Seren said angrily. "You want to know why? Because I can't! And that's completely different!"
"It is different, yeah. It's a different morality." The Doctor snapped at her with a growl. "Get used to it or go home." Seren looked away with a sigh, bitter tears in her eyes. The Doctor sighed and put his hands on her shoulders, gently making her look at him. "You heard what they said." he said softly. "Time is short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the last of the Gelth could be dying."
"I don't care." Seren said adamantly, shaking her head. "They're not using her."
"Don't I get a say, miss?" Gwyneth asked her softly, sitting up on the chaise.
"Look…" Seren said, turning to look at the young girl. "You don't understand what's going on."
"You would say that, miss, because that's very clear inside your head, that you think I'm stupid." Gwyneth said to her with a wry smile.
"That's not true." Seren replied, slightly affronted and shaking her head.
"Things might be very different where you're from," Gwyneth said, looking at the brunette earnestly. "but here and now, I know my own mind, and the angels need me." She turned to the Doctor. "Doctor, what do I have to do?"
"You don't have to do anything." Seren told her gently, resigned to the fact that there was nothing else she could do.
"They've been singing to me since I was a child, sent by my mam on a holy mission. So tell me."
The Doctor smiled as Seren tightened her jaw in anger. She was getting a bad feeling that she couldn't explain.
"We need to find the Rift. This house is on a weak spot, so there must be a spot that's weaker than any other." He walked towards the table were the two human men were sitting. "Mister Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?"
"That would be the morgue." Sneed replied after a few moments of consideration.
"No chance you were going to say gazebo, is there?" Seren muttered just loud enough for the three men to hear as she sat beside Gwyneth on the chaise, making them look at her.
Not waiting any longer, they stood up and made their way to the basement morgue where the Rift was at its strongest point. Sneed opened the lock and stood back as they all walked in to the cold room, several recently deceased bodies lying on metal tables with white sheets covering them.
"Urgh. Talk about Bleak House." The Doctor commented, taking in the room.
"The thing is, Doctor, the Gelth don't succeed," Seren said, coming to stand in front of him as he looked at her. "I know they don't. I know for a fact there weren't corpses walking around in 1869."
"Time's in flux, changing every second." The Doctor told her. "Your cozy little world can be rewritten like that." He snapped his fingers. "Nothing is safe. Remember that. Nothing."
"Doctor, I think the room is getting colder." Dickens said slowly.
They looked around and noticed the dropping temperature, as whispers became louder.
"Here they come." The Doctor said, as a Gelth came out of a gas lamp and stood beneath a stone archway.
"You've come to help." The Gelth said in a child-like voice. "Praise the Doctor. Praise him."
"Promise you won't hurt her." Seren pleaded as the Gelth continued.
"Hurry! Please, so little time. Pity the Gelth."
The Doctor walked forwards, stopping directly in front of the Gelth.
"We'll take you somewhere else after the transfer. Somewhere you can build proper bodies. This isn't a permanent solution, all right?" The Doctor told the Gelth.
"My angels. I can help them live." Gwyneth said.
"Okay, where's the weak point?" the Doctor asked, glancing at Gwyneth before looking back at the arch.
"Here, beneath the arch."
"Beneath the arch." Gwyneth repeated, moving to stand beneath the arch, the gaseous Gelth floating behind her.
"You don't have to do this." Seren pleaded with the girl one more time, standing in front of her and squeezing her hands.
"My angels." Gwyneth said, putting her hands on Seren's face.
"Establish the bridge. Reach out to the void. Let us through!" The Gelth said as Seren stepped back from the archway.
"Yes, I can see you. I can see you. Come!" Gwyneth said, her gaze unfocused.
"Bridgehead establishing."
"Come to me. Come to this world, poor lost souls!"
"It is begun. The bridge is made." Gwyneth opened her mouth with a gasp as a blue gaseous form came out. "She has given herself to the Gelth. The bridge is open. We descend." The Gelth said as the sweet blue apparition turned flaming red with sharp teeth, its voice hardening and deepening. "The Gelth will come through in force."
"You said that you were few in number." Dickens said, his hands clenched into fists.
"A few billion. And all of us in need of corpses." The Gelth said as the cadavers on the metal tables got up as they became possessed by the Gelth.
"Oh, Gwyneth… stop this!' Sneed pleaded with an unresponsive Gwyneth who was standing beneath the arch in a wide-eyed daze. "Listen to your master. This has gone far enough. Stop dabbling, child, and leave these things alone, I beg of you."
"Mister Sneed, get back!" Seren, watching as Sneed tried pleading with the girl, called out in warning as a Gelth-possessed corpse grabbed him from behind.
The Doctor pulled Seren away from the zooming Gelth and Dickens stepped backwards in alarm. The possessed corpse snapped Sneed's neck, and they watched in horror as a zooming Gelth inhabit his body through his mouth. Once the Gelth was inside him, the previous corpse moved back as Sneed raised his head and looked at them with blank ice-blue eyes.
"I think it's gone a little bit wrong." The Doctor pointed out obviously.
"Really, Doctor? You think?" Seren exclaimed looking at him incredulously.
"I have joined the legions of the Gelth." Sneed said, his voice coming out as an echo. "Come, march with us."
"No." Dickens breathed in fear.
"We need bodies. All of you... Dead. The human race…. Dead." The Gelth said in unison as they slowly walked them.
"Gwyneth, stop them! Send them back now!" The Doctor called, Seren behind him, as they slowly walked backwards.
"Three more bodies. Convert them. Make them vessels for the Gelth."
The possessed Sneed backed the two time-travelers up against a metal gate.
"Doctor, I can't... I'm sorry. This new world of yours is too much for me. I'm so…" Dickens cried out in terror as the Doctor opened the metal gate and closed it, keeping the Gelth from being able to reach them.
"Give yourself to glory. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth." The possessed corpses reached their hands through the gate in an attempt to reach them, but they stepped back and out of their reach.
"I trusted you. I pitied you!" the Doctor told them angrily as Seren beside him clutched his arm tightly.
"We don't want your pity. We want this world and all its flesh." The Gelth replied in unison.
"Not while I'm alive." The Doctor growled.
"Then live no more."
"I told you so!" Seren snapped at the Doctor, her anger momentarily overriding her fear.
"I am so sorry." He said softly, looking at her with sorrow-filled eyes.
"It's 1869. How can I die now?" Seren asked in confusion.
"Time isn't a straight line. It can twist into any shape." The Doctor explained. "You can be born in the twentieth century and die in the nineteenth and it's all my fault. I brought you here."
"It's not your fault." Seren said reassuringly. "I wanted to come."
"What about me?" the Doctor pointed out. "I saw the Fall of Troy, World War Five. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. Now I'm going to die in a dungeon… in Cardiff!" He trailed off in dismay.
"Hey! I grew up in Cardiff, remember? Don't knock my city." Seren reminded him, before she turned to look at the Gelth through the metal. "But, it's not just dying. We'll become one of them." Seren thought about her sisters, her brother-in-law, her niece and nephew, the Tyler family, Mickey, and all her loved ones. There was no way she was going down without a fight. She looked up at him and said, determination written all over her face and in her voice. "We go down fighting, yeah?"
"Yeah." The Doctor replied.
"Together?" Seren asked, linking her fingers with his.
"Yeah." The Doctor said with a smile, before adding sincerely. "I'm so glad I met you."
"Me, too." Seren replied, looking up at him with a smile.
They turned to the gate, looking at the Gelth as Dickens ran in, a handkerchief held against his mouth and nose.
"Doctor!" he yelled. "Turn off the flame, turn up the gas! Now, fill the room, all of it, now!"
"What are you doing?" the Doctor asked with a frown, as he and Seren let go of each other's hands.
"Turn it all on." He ran to a lamp and turned off the flame. "Flood the place!"
"Brilliant. Gas." The Doctor breathed, his eyes wide as he realized what Dickens' was suggesting.
"What, so we choke to death instead?" Seren asked, incredulous.
"Am I correct, Doctor?" Dickens asked, turning off another lamp. "These creatures are gaseous." He covered his mouth with the handkerchief again as gas began filling the room.
"I get it." Seren breathed, understanding dawning on her face as the corpses left them and turned around. "Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host. Suck them into the air - like poison from a wound!"
"I hope… oh Lord." Dickens breathed as the corpses began stumbling towards him. "I hope that this theory will be validated soon… if not immediately."
"Plenty more!" The Doctor exclaimed as he ripped a gas pipe from the wall.
Almost immediately, the corpses went rigid as the Gelth left the corpses with high-pitched shrieks. As soon as the Gelth left them, the corpses collapsed on the ground in heaps.
"It's working." Dickens said as the Doctor and Seren left the alcove.
"Gwyneth, send them back. They lied. They're not angels." The Doctor said loudly to her.
"Liars?" Gwyneth asked in a dazed voice.
"Look at me. If your mother and father could look down and see this, they'd tell you the same." The Doctor said to her as Seren covered her face with her hand. "They'd give you the strength. Now send them back!"
"I can't breathe." Seren choked, her hand still on her mouth.
"Charles, get her out." The Doctor told the author, who moved to take Seren's arm.
"I'm not leaving her!" Seren cried, shaking Dickens' arm off.
"They're too strong." Gwyneth told them.
"Remember that world you saw? Seren's world? All those people. None of it will exist unless you send them back through the rift." The Doctor said firmly, yet softly
"I can't send them back." Gwyneth repeated through clenched teeth. "But I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here." She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a box of matches. "Get out."
"You can't!" Seren cried out running to her, only to be held back by the Doctor.
"Leave this place!" Gwyneth demanded pleadingly.
"Seren, get out. Go now." The Doctor told her as she continued to struggle against him. "I won't leave her while she's still in danger. Now go!" he pushed her towards Dickens, who grabbed the brunette's arms and pulled her out of the morgue.
"This way!" Dickens yelled, as they ran down the hallway coughing. They ran out of the house and into the cold night.
Behind them, the Doctor ran out of the house, flying across the street as the house exploded in flames. Seren and Dickens ran over to him as he stood up, brushing the debris off his hands and turned to look at the flaming house. He turned back to Seren, who looked at him with wide sad eyes as she took in the distinct lack of the servant girls' presence.
"She didn't make it." Seren said softly, not as a question, but rather as a fact.
"I'm sorry. She closed the rift." The Doctor said softly, sorrow in his voice as he looked at the blaze.
"At such a cost." Dickens said, his voice equally soft as he looked at the blaze. "The poor child."
"I did try, Seren, but Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes." The Doctor explained softly.
"What do you mean?" Seren asked confused, looking at the alien as Dicken turned to look at them.
"I think she was dead from the moment she stood in that arch." The Doctor admitted.
"But she can't have... She spoke to us." Seren protested, "She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?"
"'There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.' Even for you, Doctor." Dickens said before the alien could reply to Seren's question.
They turned back to watch the blazing house.
"She saved the world." Seren said softly. "A servant girl. No one will ever know."
"We will know." The Doctor said softly, reaching out and taking Seren's tiny hand in his larger one, squeezing it gently before putting his arm around her. They stood in silence for a few minutes before he said softly, "Come on, we should get going."
Seren nodded and the group of three began walking down the street, the Doctor with his arm still around her. They walked in silence until they reached the TARDIS.
"Right then, Charlie boy," the Doctor said, taking the key out of his pocket. "I've just got to go into my…" he gestured to the box. "er, shed. Won't be long."
"What are you going to do know?" Seren asked Dickens as the Doctor looked at the two of them, the key in the slot.
"I shall take the mail coach back to London, quite literally post-haste. This is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them. After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital." He spoke with excitement, his eyes bright.
"You've cheered up." The Doctor commented to him with a smile, stepping back from the TARDIS.
"Exceedingly!" Dickens agreed with a chuckle. "This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just started. All these huge and wonderful notions, Doctor. I'm inspired. I must write about them."
"Do you think that's wise?" Seren asked.
"I shall be subtle… at first." Dickens reassured her. "'The Mystery of Edwin Drood' still lacks an ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this Earth. "The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals". I can spread the word, tell the truth."
"Good luck with it. Nice to meet you. Fantastic." The Doctor said, shaking the legendary author's hand before turning back to the TARDIS and unlocking the door.
"Bye, then, and thanks." Seren said, shaking the man's hand as well before reaching out and kissing his cheek.
"Oh, my dear… How modern." Dickens said bashfully, a slight blush grazing his cheeks at the brunette's bold move. "Thank you, but, I don't understand… In what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?"
"You'll see. In the shed." The Doctor replied, as he opened the door and moved to enter.
"Upon my soul, Doctor," Dickens said, causing them to pause and look at him as he continued. "It's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you still haven't explained. Answer me this... Who are you?"
Seren looked at him, wondering what reply he would give him.
"Just a friend, passing through." The Doctor replied with a smile after a moment's pause.
"But you have such knowledge of future times…" Dickens said before continuing hesitantly, "I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you. My books, Doctor… do they last?"
"Oh yes!" the Doctor replied with a bright smile.
"For how long?"
"Forever." Seren said softly, with a gentle smile.
Dickens' smiled at them, though they could see he didn't entirely believe them but was grateful they had answered him.
"Right. Shed." The Doctor said with a chuckle, gesturing with his thumb to their transport. "Come on, Seren." He turned back to the TARDIS and opened the door as Seren moved to follow him.
"In the box? The both of you?" Dickens asked in incredulous surprise.
"Down boy." Seren said with a smirk on her face.
"See you." The Doctor said, entering the TARDIS, followed by the brunette woman.
"Doesn't that change history if he writes about blue ghosts?" Seren asked, shutting the door behind her as the Doctor walked up to the console.
"In a week's time it's 1870, and that's the year he dies. Sorry. He'll never get to tell his story." The Doctor replied as she removed her boots and walked over to him.
"Oh, no. He was so nice." Seren said softly as the two of them watched Dickens on the monitor.
"But in your time, he was already dead. We've brought him back to life." The Doctor reminded her gently. "And he's more alive now than he's ever been, old Charlie boy. Let's give him one last surprise."
He pressed a few buttons on the console as they exchanged smiles. Outside, Dickens watched the TARDIS dematerialize with astonished eyes. He laughed with wondrous excitement and walked through the alley and to the main street.
He could hear a choir singing 'Hark the Herald Angels' as he walked, enjoying the cold night air.
"Merry Christmas, sir." A man called to him.
"Merry Christmas to you." Dickens' replied joyously before crying out loudly. "God bless us, every one!"
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