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forget all about it.
    At the back of his mind, though, he still had a nagging worry, an echo of Lukas Samuel Carnes’s not unreasonable question: what was an M-TEK and how had he saved Lukas from it?
    To which the answer was obvious.
    He hadn’t.
    So Lukas was still in danger (if the psychic paper was to be trusted), and he had to save him.
    Oh, and another question needed an answer.
    How had Lukas’s little brother Joe known to call him ‘Doctor’?
    So… Luna Piena or getting embroiled?
    It wasn’t much of a decision was it? Food was nice, but a mystery, that was far better.
    He wondered how Donna was getting on and whether he should stop by and tell her he might be busy for a couple of days.
    Nah, she was probably best left alone to do family stuff.
    And so he turned around and headed up the side street
    after the two boys.
    On the penthouse suite floor of the Oracle Hotel, Dara Morgan and Caitlin were staring at a bank of flat-screen monitors, connected to the computer, by the fibre-optic cables which Terry Lockworth and Johnnie Bates had died setting up earlier.
    On most of the screens was a sine wave, pulsating rhythmically, as if the computer were breathing. Which it was. Sort of.
    But on the largest, central screen was an image, a photo, taken from CCTV cameras that had been automatically hacked into and enhanced to almost perfect resolution, according to the parameters the computer had been set to.
    ‘Madam Delphi,’ Dara Morgan asked. ‘What is this?’
    His finger traced the outline. It was a tall blue box standing in a Chiswick alleyway between two dumpsters.
    ‘The TARDIS,’ replied a strong, feminine voice, echoing across the room, the sine waves on the other screens pulsating and changing as it spoke.
    ‘He is here,’ Caitlin said. ‘Already.’
    Dara Morgan nodded enthusiastically. ‘Five hundred years, as the legends foretold. The Chaos Bringer.’
    ‘Five hundred and seventeen years, one month, four days,’ corrected Madam Delphi. ‘We did not allow for cosmic shift five hundred years ago. That was a tad…
    unfortunate.’
    Caitlin addressed the computer. ‘But Madam Delphi, there have been other attempts…’
    ‘And because of that cosmic shift, because the universe
    breathes shallow breaths as well as deep ones, the alignments have never been perfect.’
    ‘But on Monday all will be perfect.’ Dara Morgan stroked Madam Delphi’s surfaces. ‘And you will have your revenge.’
    ‘On the Doctor. On mankind. On the entire universe,’
    Caitlin said excitedly.
    ‘Oh sure,’ Madam Delphi pulsed her sine waves.
    ‘Absolutely. Love the revenge thing, my darlings. But especially on the Doctor.’
    It was 5pm in the UK. So, in sunny New York, the Big Apple shadows stretched as the midday sun beamed down, covering the city in an unusually humid blanket.
    This was not good news for the inhabitants of the MorganTech office block on 52nd and Seventh. The air conditioning had failed a few hours earlier, and the automatic drinking fountains had ceased pumping cool water into the water coolers. The main reason for this was that all the power in the block was off. The main doors had failed first, followed by the phones, IT equipment, air-con and so on.
    It had taken Melissa Carson on reception a few minutes to twig that everything had gone wrong. She tried calling maintenance. Obviously, as everything maintenance maintained had failed, there was no way to get maintenance to maintain anything. This had annoyed Melissa, so she had committed the corporate crime of leaving her desk to find someone.
    Instead, what she found – other than stalled elevators probably containing rapidly dehydrating passengers, and
    internally locked electronic doors – was a pile of dust on the floor by a junction box in the basement. Presumably maintenance had been doing something to the wiring and had fused the systems. It didn’t occur to Melissa (and why should it?) that the ashes she was wiping casually off her