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The sound of something slithering over the roof sent a ripple of fear up his spine.



The hideous apparition paused momentarily it's shape illuminated by the moonlight flooding the hallway behind it.
The light snapped on and John cringed away from the sight it reveled.
'Don't mind me,' said Mrs Aston.
John studied his housekeepers curlers and the green sludge covering her face. If it was an anti wrinkle cream he could tell her that it was FAR to late to attempt to stem the tide.
'What are you doing up here, Mrs Aston?'

Only one person knew the truth of course and she was at least four hundred years in the (possible) future.

John swiftly left the room, if only she knew the truth she would be gone not even stopping to pack her bags. Esme where are you? thought John, I so need you here with me. His mind ran back over the events of Esmes dissappearence. If only I'd been quicker I might have saved her. Now who knows where she is.



'Phew, that was close,' he said, as he looked around at the street he'd landed in. He'd managed to engage the stealth device, but even so the engines had blasted the area with frost and a gaping hole stared back at him from the compartment carrying his deadly cargo. He just hoped none of them had stirred from their induced hibernation; that none of them had escaped...




She began to put together a terrible plan. This would make him suffer the way she had...

[edited bloomin typo lol]

It was the last thought he had as Mrs Aston had finally decided what to do.
She crept in the study holding a large frozen leg of lamb. As she took one look at her employer she nearly abandoned her plan, but seeing the empty brandy bottle and the note beneath his hand she resolutely swung the joint and cracked his skull.
She then went back into the kitchen and disposed of the murder weapon by putting it into the oven and roasting it.
Now to get the note and proceed with the next part of her cunning plan.........
However, when she went to retrieve the note, it had vanished. All she could see was a faint green glow where the note had been...

'I need back-up' he thought, and scrambled towards the communicator button. Just as he reached it,


The Constable glanced at the shiny silver uniform that proclaimed Axon Fenderblast a Captain of I.C.E. Corp. He sighed heavily; this was going to be a long night.
'You can tell me all about it at the station,' soothed Constable Gurns.
'But you don't understand!'
'I understand all right,' muttered the Constable. 'Just how much have you had to drink tonight sir?'
Captain Fenderblast drew himself up in indignation.
'I am on duty, Constable!' he declared outraged. 'I have not been drinking!'
'No, sir, I'm on duty. You've had one to many at whatever party you were attending.'
'I haven't been to a party!'
Constable Gurns lifted an eyebrow.
'Then why are you in fancy dress?'



Something outside the window caught her attention and when she looked up she came eye to eye with the most unlikely of creatures.


Luckily for Mrs Ashton a pile of books and papers had hidden John from the window and the constable never even noticed. It was just as the constable was rounding the rose beds out onto the street that John gave a stir.



"Well, that's all this morning. I'll be off then"
He turned and walked away as quickly as he could feeling rather unsettled.

Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away...



But there had been little choice, the bond she had with the ‘Creatures’ was unique, she had their trust and the ‘Creatures’ did not trust easily.....

Axon returned to the frigate, exhausted and filthy. At least he had managed to track down all his missing passengers who were all safely locked in their quarters, the temperature slowly returning to the optimum level to keep them inactive once more.
He ran his hands through his hair then quickly wished that he hadn't - or at least that he had washed them first. Whatever it was that he had fallen into trying to restrain the last creature was starting to burn holes in his suit.
A pinging noise from the corner attracted his attention - the machine had finished translating the letter. He smiled, and a few flakes of dried manure fell off his face. Now he could find out what was going on around here. A few more flakes fell down as he thought about questioning his former assistant, trapped in the sick bay.
A red glow outside alerted him to the fact that the most important thing was to get John out of the house quickly.

Poor John is being left in suspense in there..."
& Poor Patti is imprisoned , and probably drugged, in the sick bay waiting to be tortured for information.....


is it going to be destroyed by Lieutenant Custard?
Is Axon or Custard the real baddie? (is or are ???)



John was woken up abruptly by a loud clattering and banging outside his window. He tried to focus but he couldn't seem to see anything clearly. At first he though his eyes weren't working, but slowly he realised that it wasn't his eyes that were giving the problem at all.