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Marion quickly shut the door behind her.

"Did you see it? Did you find him?" Robertson asked frantically.

"Yes, and no," Marion answered his questions as quickly as he asked them.

The Doctor got really close to Robertson's face, "Where's Kevin," he finally asked.

In lieu of an answer, the Doctor said, "We need to move out of this area, quick. It's too dark, too deserted. Spiders love that. We need to go somewhere bright and busy,"

"No, no, no, no, no. We need to get as far away from that thing as possible,"

"I'm with him," Ryan said pointing to the man who spoke.

"So's the Doctor. That's more or less what she just said!" Marion said with a sigh.

"I know the way out!" Najia spoke up.

"Everyone follow Yaz's mum"

Najia reminded the Doctor that she had a name that wasn't "Yaz's mum," and the group followed her out of the hallway.

"Hey Doctor," Marion said, "about that psychic paper that you tossed me, can I keep it, or was it just for the illusion. Do you need it back?"

"No. It's yours. Honestly, I can't think of a time when you didn't have it. You used to wave it about when one of my stories wasn't quite adding up. 'The ultimate fake ID' you called it. For the longest time, I thought that it was some clever thing you'd invented yourself until-" the Doctor stopped talking as if she had caught herself saying something she shouldn't.

"Until what?"

"Nevermind. Don't worry about that,"

The Doctor said it with a smile and in a tone that should've made the statement sound like the kind of thing a person might say when asked why their game history suggests they were up at 5:00 AM playing Animal Crossing when there's a Midterm that day; but her eyes made it seem a bit more serious.

Marion knew that this particular incarnation of the Doctor was currently going through a phase where she dealt with negativity by shoving negativity in a box, tossing it into the sea, and hoping that no one is nearby when it eventually washes back to shore and decided not to press her on it and therefore her assertion that there was "nothing to worry about" a was iffy at best. However, now was not the time to call her out on it.

It didn't feel right to demand explanations from the Doctor. Sure, the Doctor might have known her for at least a few thousand years if what she said was to be believed, but Marion had only known the Doctor for 8, maybe 9 hours. Somehow, it was surprisingly easy to act casual around the Doctor as if she'd known her for more than that, but even so, Marion didn't feel it was her place to get the Doctor to open up. Besides, perhaps the Doctor felt that same way as she did at the thought of telling the future in-depth. And even if that all wasn't the case, now was simply not the time.

Najia led them back towards the main entrance and they began to head down the escalator.

The Doctor and Najia made it on the ground first and stared at the door in horror. Ryan looked where they were looking, trying to see what all the fuss was about. "Oh, that's bad,"

The entrance to the hotel was covered by curtains and curtains of cobwebs. There were so many streams of nearly translucent white that it looked like a sprinkler system with the water spray frozen in mid-air. The outside of the hotel could only barely be seen through the silk, and that was only because there was still daylight. Had it been night you would've clearly been able to see nothing at all.

The Doctor strode over to the webs to take a few readings from it with the rest of the group not far behind.

"We just came in that way. How have they done so many webs so fast?" Yaz asked in disbelief.

"Doesn't matter how they did it. What matters is that we were only away for about 10 minutes and they managed to do so," Marion said, attempting to listen for the sound of spidery feet just in case.

"Never mind that, let's just get through them," reasoned Graham.

Robertson looked at the webs in what he surely thought was a critical way as he assumed that he had "solved" the mystery. "No, this can't be happening. This is a protest. One of those eco-protests, huh? This isn't spiders. Spiders can't do that,"

"We've passed the realms of 'can' and are firmly standing in the realms of 'did'. And with all due respect, if you're doing something that you think might make people protest in a way that's THIS elaborate, you should probably stop doing it, but that's beside the point. This," Marion gestured to the veil of cobwebs, "was done by spiders. Not humans, spiders,"

The Doctor stopped scanning and looked at the readings on her screwdriver, "Not normal spiders, and not normal cobwebs. They know we're here and they're trying to seal us in,"

"They're trying to make the whole hotel their web," Jade said in horror.

"And we're the flies!" the Doctor realized looking at Jade. She turned back to the rest of the group, "We have to find out why they're here and stop them getting any further. We need to find a safe haven. Yaz's mum?" she turned to Najia, asking her if she knew of any place.

Najia thought for a second, "Kitchen?" she offered.

The hotel's kitchen was a large, long room. To the left of the entrance were the stoves and hot plates, and further back, a corridor filled with metal shelves with kitchen stuff to prep for the grand opening. Across from where they came in was a silver service elevator. The walls and ceilings were white and seemed even brighter due to the fluorescent light bars on the speckled ceiling. In the center of the room were two long metal counters one being black and one being dark grey.

The Doctor made her way farther from the doors, "Ah, good. This'll do. Okay, thinking. Need to be quick, spiders are moving fast. Why is this hotel the epicenter of spider activity?". Instead of bringing up the fact that it was probably his fault, Robertson began shouting.

"Wait! Nobody talk until you tell me what you're all doing here," he paused as if finally realizing what the blonde woman had said, "Spiders. Plural?"

"Very plural," the Doctor leaned over the counter, "Sorry, I don't know who you are,"

The man laughed in that way that very annoying people who think that their super important and everyone and their mother should know and respect them. "Oh, really? Cos you must be the only person on the planet that doesn't"

"Are you Ed Sheeran?" the Doctor said in a way that could almost seem genuine if not for the overdramatic way she moved, "Is he Ed Sheeran?" she turned to Marion with an exaggeratedly questioning look "Everyone talks about Ed Sheeran round about now, don't they?"

Robertson explained who he was in a grandiose tone; all the while staring at the Doctor in irritation as she leaned on the table gave him a glazed over look like he was a teacher giving a lecture on something that she'd already learned twice and hadn't cared about the first time, "I am not Ed Sheeran. I am Jack Robertson and this is my hotel. Just one hotel in an incredibly successful chain of hotels, which is just one small part of my business portfolio, as featured in Fortune Global 500. Does that ring a bell?"

"Should I look impressed right now? Is that impressive?" the Doctor asked Marion in the same tone she had asked if she was speaking to Ed Sheeran.

"It depends on if you care about that sort of thing," Marion said with a shrug.

"Do you?"

"No,"

"Should you?"

"Probably not"

"He's running for President in 2020," Graham offered.

"Ed Sheeran?"

"No! Him. Robertson, aren't you,"

Robertson was clearly becoming even more frustrated. He gestured with his hand towards Graham, "I haven't declared my intentions yet. But, look, we're talking about spiders!" he said the last part through gritted teeth.

"See? Typical politician. Avoiding the question," Graham said as Ryan nodded in agreement.

"I am not a politician. I'm a businessman and I know how to run things,". His eye twitched slightly as he spoke.

"I've heard you're only running cos you've hated Trump for decades," Jade said, shaking her head.

"Please...don't mention that name. Look, I was just attacked by a spider the size of a bathtub, and it's all her fault," he said pointing at Najia.

"I told you. I know nothing about this," the woman in question pleaded.

"Mum, don't even talk to him. He fired you," Yaz told her mom, raising her voice slightly as she spoke.

The Doctor moved to stand in front of Najia. "What? He didn't. You didn't. You can't be President if you fire Yaz's mum,"

"Najia" Najia reminded her.

"She's right you know, you can't legally become president if you fire Yaz's mom. It's written in the constitution. Invisible ink you know," Marion joked.

"I thought you said this was only your second trip?"

Marion looked at the Doctor in confusion. "What? Did I actually write that?"

"You snuck something on the paper in invisible ink, I know that much,"

"Well, now I've got to do that don't I,"

Robertson's level of agitation seemed to grow. "I don't know what you're talking about. But once again, let's talk about spiders and how my hotel is full of giant ones. I Hate spiders, phobia hate,"

"Oh, man, me too. And there's loads knocking about right now," Ryan replied.

"I will not have them in my hotel,"

"Well, what do you expect us to do then?" Marion asked sarcastically, "write a formal cease and desist? Who would we even send it too? Spiders don't own property. They haven't got a mailing address. High school doesn't even offer Araneaen as an elective anymore. It was the first to go along with Home Ec. and 'shop,"

"You know, you're running for President, it could be espionage, you know, targeted directly"

"At you by Russians", Ryan cut Graham off.

"That's possible. There are a lot of people that would like to see me dead," Roberston replied slowly, looking like he was mentally going through a list of such people.

"Funny, that,"

"See?" he said pointing at Najia.

"They don't need giant spiders. They'd just pop a tiny poisonous one on your pillow," Jade replied in a matter-of-fact sort of way.

Marion and Ryan flinched at the thought.

"You've really got to stop saying things like that," Robertson said nervously.

"So what do we do now," Yaz asked turning to the Doctor and surprisingly Marion.

"Why are you asking them?"

"Cos they're in charge, bro,"

"Says, who?"

"Says us," Ryan, Yaz, and Graham said at the same time.

"How do you all know each other", Najia asked.

"They met on a train,", Marion said without missing a beat.

"Right, we need two things. Plans of the hotel and a captive spider," The Doctor started looking around at the group. All eyes turned to Robertson.

He realized that people were looking at him and raised his eyebrows,

"I'm not going near that spider,"

"Here's the plan," Marion said, putting her palms together and pointing them outward, "Jade, Ryan, Graham," she pointed to the three of them, "You're on spider duty. Robertson, The Doctor, Najia, Yaz, and I will find the plans. He," Marion gestured towards Robertson, "does not strike me as the kind of man who keeps his stuff well organized, so we're going to need extra eyes looking through the paperwork,"

Marion spoke quickly and tried to sound as convincing as possible so hoping that they would take her word for it and that Team Spider didn't need another member. This was partially because she wanted to stay with the Doctor, and partially because she, and this may come as a big shock, wanted to delay personal confrontation with spiders for as much as possible.

' I mean, sure there's going to be spiders either way, but I'd rather deal with spiders that I can run from instead of spiders that I'm advised to run towards...'Planet of the Spiders is going to SUCK isn't it,"

"What are we waiting for," she clapped her hands, "let's GO!"

The hotel's office was a large room. There were three lamps. One of the walls, one on the desk still wrapped in plastic, and one on the floor. The one on the floor wasn't bright, but that was okay seeing as there was plenty of natural light coming in from the window. The walls were brown with a large art piece on the wall made of grey, square, stones. There was a plant in the windowsill and in the corner. There was a computer monitor on the desk and the room had several grey chairs. On the opposite side from the plant, there was a filing cabinet that would, presumably, contain the paperwork.

"I'll get the keys," Robertson said moving towards the desk.

"No need!" The Doctor cheerfully said as she waved her sonic at the cabinets, making them come open with an audible click.

Robertson looked like he was about to say something when Marion cut him off, "Instead of asking how she did that, how about you focus on finding the plans," Marion grabbed a grey file and slapped it on the desk in front of him before grabbing a file of her own, sitting on one of the grey chairs, and flipping through the papers. " Employment Contract, Employment Contract, Invoice, Construction Bill, Material Invoice"

The Doctor grabbed a slate grey folder and flipped it open. There, folded in quarters, were the plans for the hotel. She opened it and began to examine the plans.

"That can't be accurate. It doesn't even have my panic room marked on it," Robertson stated looking over her shoulder. The Doctor and Yaz looked up at him in annoyance.

"Eh, sometimes plans won't include panic rooms for secrecy reasons," Marion pointed out with a shrug.

The Doctor looked up from the blueprints and at Najia, "Any issues with spiders before today, Najia, here or at home?" she said in that quick and serious way of hers.

"My home?" Najia asked in confusion.

"One of your neighbors had a spider problem. The link between both places is you,"

"I knew it," Robertson said pointing aggressively at Najia, "And I'm going to litigate you until your last breath, Nadia.,"

"It's Najia. And I've done nothing,"

"Are you sure?" the Doctor said, looking down at the plans.

"I'm sure," Marion said quickly, "this isn't Najia's fault,"

"Sorry, but who are you? How'd you know my daughter? Why have I never met you before?"

"Oh, not now," Yaz sighed at her mother.

"Yes, now. It's not a difficult question,"

"It's a bit of a long answer,"

"Well, I've got time,"

"But I haven't, not right now," The Doctor said sharply.

"They met on a train a while ago," offered Marion.

"Are you two seeing each other?" Najia asked, looking between her daughter and the blonde woman.

Yaz let out an embarrassed groan. The Doctor paused for a second to look at Yaz, squinting her eyes slightly as if in thought, "I don't think so..." she scrunched her nose in confusion, "are we?"

Yaz shook her head in disbelief, "We're friends,"

"Hmm," the Doctor nodded.

"I owe the Doctor my life, quite a few times over. Marion too," Yaz said looking up at her mother.

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"Please can we not have this conversation now?" Yaz glanced at Roberston, "And not in front of him,"

"Oh, I'm enjoying this," he stated.

"Please shut up," Marion said, looking up from a document she had found. A building permit of some kind. ' Just in case he tried to deny that he knew about the coal mine, there's got to be SOMETHING in here proving 100% that he knew about it.'

"How long did it take you to build this hotel?" the Doctor asked.

"Five years. We have fifteen of these hotels throughout the world now. Repurposing former industrial sites into luxury leisure venues," He sounded like he was talking to a potential investor as if he didn't know how to talk about his hotels without pitching the idea of them to someone.

"Repurposing?" the Doctor asked, "What was the site before?"

"I don't have... clarity on that," It didn't take knowledge of the future to know that he was lying.

"I do," Najia said, calling attention to herself. Everyone turned to look at her. "I do. Coal mines. This was mining land,"

"I don't think-"

"That's true, you don't," Marion stood up from the couch and held up the documents she had been searching through and began speaking quickly, "As you know Robertson, these days it's hard to find real estate that isn't over a coal mine here in the UK so of course your hotel is on top of one. Another thing that I'm sure you know is that you can't really do that without building permits, inspection notes, documents, that sort of thing. In short, you'd have to fill out a lot of paperwork,"

Marion pointedly shook the sheet she was holding, "This is an inspection note verifying that this mining land is structurally sound enough to build a hotel with 15 or less floors. This one has 11 so you're in the clear. And what's this" Marion, gasped in mock surprise, pointing at cursive squiggles at the bottom of the page "your signature. Now, I could ask you why you tried you lie to us, but I'm not really interested in the answer,"

"What I'm interested in," the Doctor said, getting close to Robertson's face, "is what's in these mines, and how do we get to them,"

Like always, Najia took the lead. The entrance to the mine was at the end of a long and winding service corridor which they had to go through an employees-only entrance to get through. The fluorescent light bars gave off an electronic hum that was just loud enough to be annoying and they occasionally flickered. They passed a door that their guide took note of.

"We've just passed the entrance to the back of the spa. We should be here now,"

"You're not going down there. It's too dangerous," Robertson said from the back of the line where he had remained since they left his office.

Marion reached into her back pocket and held up the wallet without opening it. "This is all part of the crisis investigative process," she said walking backward for a couple of seconds so that she could face him.

"I eat danger for breakfast," the Doctor said over her shoulder. She leaned down to talk to Yaz.

"I don't, I prefer cereal. Or croissants. Or those little fried Portuguese," she trailed off "Never mind, it's not important,"

Just a little bit further and Robertson began to speed up so that he could be in front of them. He pushed past them and walked towards the door, "Ha! See? Look at this," he pointed to a number of signs, "Keep out. The danger of death. You are not authorized to go in here,"

"That's what you think," Marion said putting emphasis on the word, "you,"

"Dude," the Doctor reached into her coat and pulled out her screwdriver. "I've all the authorization I ever need," she pointed it at the keypad and it sparked.

She turned to Marion and beamed, "I call people dude now! You've rubbed off on me haven't you!" she joked, bumping her elbow against Marion. This probably would've meant more to Marion, if not for the fact that, as you know, Marion has only known the doctor for about half a day vs. the Doctor's 1.3 million.

' Wait, that doesn't sound right mathematically. A human can't live that long unless maybe I only show up for adventures and then leave? Then again, a human typically can't survive having her head cracked open on a cathedral floor.' Marion was drawn out of her thoughts by a noise behind her that made her turn.

They heard footsteps behind them and turned to see Jade.

"Marion, Doctor, I need to speak with you,"

"You can tell us on the way, Jade," Marion said, "The only thing more suspicious than a door with a do not enter sign is a door with a do not enter sign that someone denied existing. We're about to investigate and you're welcome to come!"

She pushed open the door and held open for the Doctor, who walked through.

"Oh, sure, it's a party. Everybody can come," Robertson said mockingly as he held open the door and beckoned Yaz and Jade inside.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "I think I've seen these spiders before,"

"But you," Robertson snapped slamming his hand in front of the door to block Najia from entering.

"You're not the boss of me anymore," Najia said and ducked under his arm and into the room. Robertson followed after her.

Yaz reached up into a circuit breaker box and flipped on the lights making the rest of the shaft visible. It looked the part of a mineshaft, a rounded tunnel made of grey stone with yellow lights guiding the people inside through the shaft. There was an odd rotting smell in the air. ' The Landfill' Marion's brain supplied.

"Nice work Yaz!" the Doctor complimented"

"No, not nice work. None of you are allowed down here," Robertson growled.

"We're crisis investigators Robertson. Remember?" Marion said slowly as if talking to a small child.

"Are all your hotels built on repurposed sites?" the Doctor questioned.

"Well, that's the business. I mean, every city in the world, big or small, has an area that they want repurposed. Maybe it's not too pretty, maybe it's never been used, maybe it's an industry that's died. We go in and we help them figure it out. We get a good deal, but we give them world-class facilities. It's a win for everybody,"

"A network of mining tunnels could explain how the bigger spiders are moving. The question is, does that make your hotel their target or their base?"

"Base," Marion said quickly, "It's their base,"

Najia scrunched up her nose, "What is that smell?"

They passed through a tunnel into the cavern where something hung upside down, covered in cobwebs. There was something off about this, but Marion couldn't quite put her finger on it. The Doctor approached it slowly.

"You guys, stay back. Keep an eye out for me Marion," The Doctor turned the cocoon to find an exposed face,"

"It's my bodyguard, Kevin. Look what they did to him!" Robertson said, covering his mouth.

Yaz looked at the cocoon more closely, "Why are they being stored in cocoons"

"Food," Mutely, she wondered why she wasn't as scared as she should have been. She walked towards Kevin and put her hand near his note.

"He's alive," she exclaimed, "the spiders didn't cover his nose or mouth or anything. Help me get him down!"

Marion handed the Doctor the knife and held up Kevin by his shoulders. She heard the sound of silk snapping and repositioned herself so that she was carrying the man and keeping him from slamming into the ground and breaking his neck. She gently placed him on the ground in the middle of the room away from the walls.

"He's not awake yet, and we're going to need to be running around. We can't carry him. It won't be safe. Yaz, pass me the garlic powder,"

Yaz handed it to her and went to investigate a nearby tunnel.

"What the hell are you doing?" Robertson yelled.

"Shut up," Marion said without looking at him. She twisted off the top of the shaker and shook a large circle around the still unconscious bodyguard.

"We can't take him with us I'm afraid. But this'll keep him safe. Spiders don't like garlic or vinegar, remember. A sprinkle of this and a splash of that could keep him from getting eaten,"

She wrote him a quick note letting him know to stay in the garlic circle and not to smudge it. She was thankful that her pen's ink glowed slightly. Assuming he was literate, Kevin would easily be able to stay safe until the authorities could arrive. As an afterthought, she left behind the bottle of vinegar with a note telling him to douse himself with it just in case.

"Spiders don't eat people," Jade said, sounding less like she was trying to remind them and more like she wanted to convince herself.

Marion got back to her feet and put the empty garlic shaker back into her bag, "They haven't eaten them yet. They're bigger than they should be and incredibly confused about what's going on,"

"Guys?" they heard Yaz calling from another tunnel.

"You don't need to go any deeper!" Robertson called after them, trying to keep them from seeing what he had done.

"How many times do I have to ask you to shut up?" Marion asked with a glare. Behind her, she heard his clothes move. For a second, she thought to tell him not to grab the gun, but ultimately, decided against it. ' That spider is doomed to die either way. It seems wrong to let it suffer. Then again, we're all doomed to die...but then again, the death isn't from our own bodies crushing us to death from our own wait but then again..." Marion realized that she was messing with the bandana enough for it to come loose and so she re-tied it and rejoined the group.

"It's landfill," Jade said.

"Is that what that smell is? It goes on for miles," Najia exclaimed.

The Doctor waved her screwdriver, "And down," she said, reading how deep it must go.

"Your hotel is built on a landfill," Najia said to Robertson in disbelief.

"I have a lot of companies, okay? JLR does corporate waste disposal. They're very efficient, very highly rated internationally," Robertson replied once again sounding like he was giving a pitch.

"You fill up disused mines with landfill waste and build a luxury hotel on top?" the Doctor said sharply, looking down into the pit.

"Smart business planning. Perfect vertical integration,"

"All your hotels are built this way?" Nadia asked. Before Roberston could give an answer, The Doctor tore him a new one.

"Not quite perfect, I'm afraid. Not quite efficient. A blocked-in site pumping out methane and sulfides and trichloroethylene, never mind the specialist material that hasn't been properly preserved. A soup of toxic waste, incredibly badly managed. I mean, there's no outlet for it. It's just building and marinating and becoming more and more toxic. It's a botched job," she turned to Marion, "Is what you were talking about when you said, 'The hotel was built on a bad spot'?"

"Yes," Marion responded with a nod.

"I didn't-" Robertson suddenly, realizing what the Doctor had said, turned to Marion, "How did you know about this. Are you the one who told Frankie? Was it you that she was on the phone with?"

Marion was confused, "What do you mean 'on the phone with'?" she asked.

Najia answered, "When I walked in, Frankie was telling Robertson all about this. Then, her phone started to ring. She picked it up and then said that she had to leave and that it was important and she was gone,"

' Another mysterious phone call.' she thought to herself.

"No," she flippantly, "I have my sources. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that this," She gestured towards the landfill. She paced a bit as she spoke, her words getting faster and her voice rising in pitch ever so slightly like it always did when she was angry or frustrated, "is horribly unsafe, not to mention probably illegal. Aren't you supposed to at least toss a few tons of dirt or concrete over a landfill before you build something over or near it? I doubt that just the mines would be enough. I mean barring the door and the tunnels, this is all more or less exposed. I don't even want to think about what this is doing to the local water table and the SOIL CONAMIN-."

"Okay, all right, you're right," Roberson waved his hand to cut her off, "That's why I came here. Apparently JLR was a little overzealous in cutting corners and worried about keeping the bottom line instead of doing the right thing. But I just sign the contracts, okay? I expect other people to do their jobs. This is not on me,"

"It is on you!" Marion said, all but shouting, "You sign the stuff, you put the name on the stuff, you fund the stuff, you should at least check it over for fuck's sake. Don't you care? I doubt you let the people you buy property from you use that excuse! You plan to run for President? You think you can get away with not reading that shit!" Marion had very little tolerance for environmental damage caused by negligence and even lower tolerance for it from a man who claimed to be running for office in her country (and even lower tolerance for the man that was currently president but that wasn't important).

Robertson scoffed, "Look, I'm going to pay you all off. You'll never have to work again,"

Marion made a frustrated noise.

Najia turned sharply towards him, "I like working. Do you know the worst thing?" She pointed at the landfill, "bits of this is leaking out above here. It's in my kitchen. My husband's right, it is a conspiracy. Do you have any idea how annoying it is when my husband's right?"

"Look, I've never even been down here. It doesn't even add up,"

"It does for me," Jade said, understanding dawning on her, "JLR Disposal. JLR takes the waste from our lab. Our aborted experiments and our spider carcasses,"

"And they're all in there," The Doctor said with a gasp "Your spider carcasses in his toxic waste,"

"Not my fault! I didn't know anything about spider carcasses!"

"Course you didn't. You just avoid taking any responsibility," Jade turned her back to Robertson and began pacing. "I'm running through our work, stuff we shut down. Spiders bio-engineered for stronger cobwebs, prolonged life,"

"Because spiders can keep growing as long as they live," the Doctor said in realization.

"What if," Jade said in horrified realization, "our waste included something that we thought was dead, but was still just alive?"

"And with enough food in all that waste to survive, and enough toxicity to mutate and to keep on growing,"

"In other words," Marion said turning to face Robertson, "Thanks to your poor business practices, the hotel, and south Yorkshire is infested with giant spider mutants. I hope that you bought something real nice with the extra buck-and-a-half JLR saved from cutting corners,"

Next Chapter: Where DO, I Know You From

Robertson: *Breathes*

Marion: For the love of God, SHUT UP

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