The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who

Inside Pt. 6

The unsurprising revelation that Alex Industries provided the drugs that Durham Industries used on their employees came to light, every worker and even their boss unknowingly had the drugs slipped to them by unknown people from Alex Industries.

It shocked John and Mary, understandably, and through talking with them, they didn't notice anyone that shouldn't been in the complex, even if there's four thousand employees, they're good at knowing which one's which.

"How are they sneaking in the drugs?" Lila wondered as she looked through the boxes of the drugs. Unmarked, no label, looked like a plain box people buy from box stores to use for shipping, nothing about it would've given a hint of something wrong, unless someone went through it when they shouldn't.

Seeing how the complex's huge with only one entrance and exit, nobody's sneaking in the pallets of boxes without someone raising questions.

Though, with the hidden hallways, they'd probably have their own hidden entrance and exit that nobody knows about that they're able to keep from the employees.

Good questions, no answers.

Theodore's checking through the logs of every employee that worked in Durham Industries, seeing the logged side effects they experienced since they've started unknowingly taking the drugs delivered from Alex Industries.

Seeing the varied side effects and the notations from people who oversaw writing the logs, made him sick, and in disgust, he shut the log in his hands, before tossing it on the pile.

John's looking through the pile for his and Mary's logs, wanting to know what was written about them, and seeing his friends among the logs, made his stomach queasy, and his dark green eyes watery at the sight of seeing how Sykes lost his appetite from the drugs.

He stopped eating.

Nobody helped him.

Whoever's responsible for drugging him didn't do anything to help him when he stopped eating.

They let him starve.

A boorish man, but he was still one of the nicest people John's known in the complex, once he got to know people, and they killed him.

Wrote it off as a mistake in dosage, nothing more.

Seeing his starved body resting on his bed, that look in his face, it's disheartening, but John hoped he died without feeling every bit of his body shutting down.

Going through the logs, John's hands slowly ramped up as they sorted the logs, seeing familiar names on them.

He continued until he spotted his name, reaching for the log, he immediately opened it. He saw the dosage they gave him and the effects he suffered from the drugs.

"...He's been talking to people who weren't there, doesn't seem aware of people's absence, repeats the same dialogue every day," John read the log on himself, seeing how someone noted the actions he took, talking to people who weren't there anymore, without realizing, and repeating the same tasks every day.

Reading the log, John's blood boiled, and he dropped his log on the ground in a huff, rubbing his throbbing forehead.

The log laying at his feet, John lowered his hand from his face, he felt Mary's soft hand on his shoulder, as she stood next to him.

"They won't get away with it, John," Theodore promises him.

Softly snorting, John looked over at the pile of logs left in a corner thoughtlessly, for all he knew, there's people in those logs he didn't even know because under his drug induced state, he didn't recognize them. He could've been talking to them like they're people he knew, he wouldn't know.