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There are cobwebs across the entire entrance now. The group stands a few feet away to examine the webs.

"Oh, that's bad."

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

"I don't know, but I don't like it.", Tilira mutters, sidestepping closer to Yaz.

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

The Doctor scans the webs.

"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.", Robertson gripes.

"These spiders can. Those aren't normal cobwebs. They know we're here and they're trying to seal us in.", Odessa explains. She ignores his burning glare.

"They're trying to make the whole hotel their web.", Jade adds.

"And we're the flies. We're not leaving. 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?"

"Kitchen?"

"Lead on.", The Doctor takes hold of Odessa's hand, just in time for her to miss confronting Robertson who had stalked over to her.
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The kitchen is lit with bright striplighting.

"Ah, good. This'll do. Okay, thinking. Need to be quick, spiders are moving fast. Why is this hotel the epicentre of spider activity?", The Doctor thinks out loud.

"Wait! Nobody talk until you tell me what you're all doing here. Spiders. Plural?"

"Very plural. Sorry, I don't know who you are."

"Oh, really? Cos you must be the only person on the planet that doesn't.", Robertson scoffs.

Odessa rolls her eyes and clenches her jaw at his narcissism.

"Is it a bad time to mention that neither Alfi or I do either?", Tilira asks, a smirk on her face. Before Robertson can reply, the Doctor speaks.

"Are you Ed Sheeran? Is he Ed Sheeran? Everyone talks about Ed Sheeran round about now, don't they?"

"Him and Taylor Swift. Love her. And Lana Del Rey. And the Weeknd. And- you know what, I'll show you later.", Odessa assures the smiling blonde.

Tilira and Alfi look between the three with confused expressions.

"Who are they talking about?", Alfi asks Tilira who only shakes her head, not knowing either.

"I'll show you later, too.", Odessa leans over to say. The two former citizens of Kybermetropolis nod in understanding.

"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 mutters to Odessa who shakes her head.

"Nah. Not that important."