"Sleep dust?" Chopra asks.
"Sleep dust," the Doctor replies.
"You're kidding," Nagata says.
"Well, do i look like i'm kidding? Is this a kidding face? Ask the crew of this station if they're kidding. Or what's left of them," he says.
"But sleep dust?"
"Yes. The stuff in the corner of your eye. The stuff you wipe away every morning when you wake up," the Doctor says.
"That's ridiculous. This is getting us nowhere," Rassmussen says.
"Ok, how, Doctor? How can those things be made of sleep dust?" Clara asks.
"Well, when we sleep, the mucus crust builds up in our eyes. Blood cells. That's what dust largely is. Human skin. But your meddling has evolved it. Hot-housed it. What used to be sleep in your eye has turned into a carnivorous life form," He replies.
"You can't just throw accusations like that around!" Rassmussen says.
"So, the longer you're in Morpheus, the more the dust builds up?" Clara asks.
"That's slander!"
"Lying there in those pods, people are a ready-made food source," the Doctor says.
"Well where are they, then?" Clara asks.
"Where's the crew?"
"Digested,"
"Come on, we need to find Deep-Ando," Nagata says.
☆ Time skip ☆
Deep-Ando is looking at a projected schematic of the local area, a corridor joining with another that appears to run all the way round the space station.
"Come on. Oh, come on. Must be an exit here somewhere," Deep-Ando activates his comm "listen to me. Those things, they're everywhere. For the Gods sake, come and get me," there is a roar nearby.
☆ Time skip ☆
"What about us? We've all used the pods back on Triton," Nagata says.
"Not all of us," Chopra says.
"This isn't a good time to be smug, pet,"
"Well, my guess is that the ones you're using are pretty primitive compared to what's going on up here. These are a sort of a Mark Two, yeah?" the Doctor asks.
"Obviously I have tried to improve the process. Speed things up," Rassmussen says.
"You've succeeded there,"
"But how does the dust become those creatures?" Nagata asks.
"You saw what happened. The dust conglometates and moulds itself into humanoid form. It's adaptable. It's clever," the Doctor says as a loud long noise comes from nearby "and it's coming for us,"
"Look, you came to rescue the crew. I'm crew so rescue me!" Rassmussen says.
"How come you're the only one left?" Clara asks.
"Because i hid. I hid in the only place I thought those monsters wouldn't find me. Look, we've got to get out of here!"
"No. We can't leave this place until there's not a trace of dust or your machines left. Or that's it for your lot," the Doctor says.
"Our lot? What do you mean?" Nagata asks.
"Oh, the human race,"
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☆ Alone In this World ☆
Fanfiction*The 12th Doctor is severly underrated, I personally adore the man! I would love to see more people write fanfics about 12 :) little side rant* Before, it was just a man and his box. But one day, he finds someone oddly intriguing on their first enc...
