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Season two, episode one.
New Earth - Part Two.
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Lynnette felt nauseous.
Her head throbbed in pain and she winced when the blaring sound of an alarm echoed through the lab through the tank...
The tank.
She let out a horrified gasp, eyes snapping open as she stared at the man in front of her. His face was scrunched up as he struggled to wake. They were squished together, stuck inside a tiny tank filled with hundreds of wires and medicines and more.
"Doctor, Doctor!" She gently shook his shoulders, forcing him awake.
He furrowed his brows, horror settling over him. He screamed, "Let us out! Let us out!"
Suddenly Cassandra appeared, eyes smug and venomous, "Aren't you two lucky there was a spare. Standing room only. You should thank me, you two can be together forever now."
"You've stolen Rose's body," Hissed the Doctor.
Lynnette glowered, "And you're going to regret it."
She rose a brow, "Over the years, I've thought of a thousand ways to kill you two, and now that's exactly what I've got. A thousand diseases," Oh, god, "They pump the patients with a top-up every ten minutes, you've got about three minutes left. Enjoy"
"Just let Rose go, Cassandra," Tried the Doctor.
"I will, as soon as I find someone younger and...less common. Then I'll junk her in the waste," She was so careless.
Rage flamed in Lynnette, "I'm going to fucking kill you."
Cassandra took a step back, quickly regaining her composure, "Now, hushabye - It's showtime."
Another familiar voice rang out, the Matron's, "Anything we can do to help?"
Taking her place beside the man she called 'Chip', the sly woman straightened her back, eyes narrowed and confident, "Straight to the point, Whiskers. I want money."
The response was almost coy, "The Sisterhood is a charity, we don't give money, we only accept."
"Every scammer ever," Muttered Lynnette, feeling the Doctor warp his arms around her waist as the two watched the interaction intently, trying to find a way out.
Huffing, the woman glared, "The humans across the water pay you a fortune and that's exactly what I need. A one-off payment, that's all I want. And perhaps a yacht. In return for this, I will tell the city nothing about your institutional murder. Is that a deal?"
