Savannah Tyler

The Unquiet Dead: Chapter 13

The Doctor, Savannah, Rose and Charles Dickens meet Gwyneth and Mr Sneed.

Hope you like it!

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Rose's POV

I started to hear voices from nearby and figured out it was the old man and serving woman. I was still asleep, or unconscious, so they sounded funny. I couldn't hear them properly, as it was like I was listening to them from under water, but I could just make out what they were saying.

"The poor girl's still alive, sir! What're we going to do to her?", the woman asked, sounding almost frantic.

"I don't know!", came the panicked reply of the man, "I didn't plan any of this, did I? It isn't my fault the dead won't stay dead!"

The words sent ice through my veins. I tried to listen in for more information, as I could feel myself fading fast.

"Then who's fault is it, sir?", the woman asked, her voice getting quieter. "Why is this happening to us?"

Then there was nothing, as I slipped back in to the darkness.

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The Doctor's POV

The carriage pulled to a stop outside of a funeral parlour. I jumped out of the coach first, before then offering a hand out to Savannah, not letting go after she climbed out. We waited for Charles to exit, before walking up to the front door together, the writer nocking on the door. When there was no answer, he nocked again. The door finally opened to reveal the serving woman Savannah and I had seen push Rose into the hearse. I felt Savannah squeeze my hand tightly and I narrowed my eyes slightly at the servant.

The woman gave us a meek look and said quietly, "I'm sorry, sir. We're closed."

Dickens huffed, "Nonsense! Since when does an undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on schedule. I demand to see your master."

"He's not in, sir," she lied, and started to close the door.

Suddenly, before it could properly close, Savannah let go of my hand and slammed the door back, glaring fiercely at the woman who was starting to look scared.

"Listen you, we saw your kidnap my sister. You looked right at us as you did it, so don't lie. I knows she's here! I WANT my sister back, do you understand me!?", Savannah yelled towards the end, stepping closer with every step, scaring the woman even more.

I smiled slightly, looking down at Savannah.

However, I glared again at the woman when she didn't tell us where Rose was.

"I don't know what you're talking about, miss. Honestly," the woman said, looking apologetic.

Savannah slammed her hand down onto the door again, making the woman jump in shock.

"Don't lie to me!", Savannah growled.

"Summon the master!", Dickens demanded.

"I'm awfully sorry, Mr Dickens, but the master's indisposed."

I looked behind the servant woman, as I saw a lamp flaring up behind her, like those at the opera house. I asked her, with a knowing look, "Having trouble with your gas?"

Dickens and Savannah looked at the lamp, Dickens demanding, confused, "What the Shakespeare is going on?"

'That's what I'd like to find out,' I thought.