Doctor Who_ The Twin Dilemma - Eric Saward [22]
'He's here. And so are we.'
Peri didn't see the sense of the Time Lord's observation, but bit her tongue, determined not to comment.
‘I can see from your expression that you don't agree.'
'Not at all.' She sounded phoney and unconvincing.
'You're right to criticise. What I have just said contradicts my own methods. But when the villain of this particularly nasty piece of work could be anywhere in the universe, it sometimes pays to use one's intuition. Therefore, I suggest we start by checking Titan Three.'
Peri smiled, delighted to hear that the Doctor was once more making sense.
'And there we are!' he shouted excitedly, the index finger of his right hand, ridged and commanding, as it pointed at the screen.
Peri turned to look but could see nothing but the dust covered surface of the planet.
'There!' he shouted. 'That hump!'
Quickly, the Doctor operated the zoom and the area of interest was enlarged.
'Use your eyes,' he commanded. 'Look at that hump's symetry.
That's no part of nature's handiwork.'
Peri moved closer to the screen. He was right. Its shape was far too regular to have been created by the elements.
'Come on,' insisted the Doctor, as he opened the main door. 'That's where we're going!'
And without another word he was gone. Peri reluctantly followed, wondering why they were walking when they had the TARDIS.
But if she were to play his foil, his Watson, then she would have to learn to repress her own doubts and forebodings.
She only hoped she wouldn't live, or worse still, die regretting it.
Their test completed, Romulus and Remus had been taken to an area in the safe house where they could rest.
Lounging on comfortable couches, they examined the small, black spots created when Azmael had taken possession of their memories.
Although the drug had loosened its grip even further, there were still enormous gaps in their ability to remember, and it frightened the twins.
But what had frightened them even more was the appearance of Mestor. Never in the whole of their short lives had they seen anything quite so grotesque.
Mestor the Magnificent was nearly two metres tall. Everything about him was ugly even to other gastropods. Unlike the slugs found on Earth, Mestor stood upright, using his tail as a large foot.
To aid his balance, he had grown two small, spindly legs, so that when he walked it was necessary for him to gyrate his body from side to side.
The sight wasn't a beautiful one.
Such were the large rolls of fat that covered his body that everything wobbled as he moved. So instead of a neat, mincing gait, he appeared to undulate, like a large beached walrus, desperately struggling to regain the sea.
Apart from his legs, he had also grown two tiny arms and hands which resembled the forequarters of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. And as with that particular dinosaur, they served no useful function, except when he spoke. Then he would gesticulate with them, prodding the air to emphasis a special point.
His face, what there was of it, was humanoid in form. As he did not have a neck, head or shoulders, the features had grown where what would have been the underside of a normal slug's jaw. As though to add to the peculiarity of a gastropod with a human face, the features were covered in a thin membrane.
When Romulus and Remus had first caught sight of him, they thought he had swallowed someone and that the face of the victim was protruding through the skin covering his gullet.
For all we know, they could have been right.
If Mestor had simply been an enormous slug, content to nibble at the vegetation around him, then he would have proved to be nothing more than a curiosity capable of devouring forests.
But there was a little more to him than that.
Not only did he possess an intelligence that would have put to shame the finest brains on Earth, but also a desire to dominate those around him. And like all dictators, he was none too concerned how he achieved it.
Therefore he had kidnapped the twins.
Romulus and Remus Sylvest sat on their couches and contemplated on whether they had