It was 9:00 on a Thursday evening. Nothing was on T.V., it looked like rain in the morning, and a glowing green cube had just crash landed four meters away from Alice Carter’s driveway
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The voice was coming from a tall, skinny man in a blue suit with a long, brown coat. He dashed towards her and the cube, holding out a strange silver device in his palm.
"Whatever you do, don't touch it!" he cried. He slid to a stop in front of it, then turned and looked at her. He took in a few breaths.
Alice saw the jacket before she saw the man, and her eyes went wide. It wasn’t-
No, it wasn’t. She looked visibly relieved. An odd emotion to have when some Torchwood agent comes in yelling about it being too late, but Alice was that sort of woman.
“It's a giant box from God knows where. Why on earth would I touch it?”
Yes, that was very logical, actually. He cleared his throat, almost embarrassed by the chastisement.
"Right, well, you never know with you lot. Always the curious sorts. But curiosity is definitely going to kill the cat in this case. Or, well, silence it completely." He slipped on his glasses and leaned towards it. "The question is, where did this come from, eh?"
But she leaned towards the thing anyway, still keeping a safe distance, as the only man on the scene didn't appear to have things under control.
"Obviously not here, if that's what you're scanning it with." She looked around, for signs of a support team. "Are you really it, then? Not even any police?"
"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p' loudly as he spoke. "They've all been affected. Looks like everyone within at least a four-block radius. Might even be farther, but I've only run a few blocks so far.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stethoscope, which he gingerly placed on the box, keeping his fingers carefully away from the surface.
Alice rasied an eyebrow at him, as if say "that's clearly not true, as I'm standing right here, in possesion of all my mental and physical capabilties."
You could say a lot with an eyebrow raise, if you were so trained.
The voice was coming from a tall, skinny man in a blue suit with a long, brown coat. He dashed towards her and the cube, holding out a strange silver device in his palm.
"Whatever you do, don't touch it!" he cried. He slid to a stop in front of it, then turned and looked at her. He took in a few breaths.
"It's too late, it's everywhere."
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No, it wasn’t. She looked visibly relieved. An odd emotion to have when some Torchwood agent comes in yelling about it being too late, but Alice was that sort of woman.
“It's a giant box from God knows where. Why on earth would I touch it?”
Clearly, this guy was new.
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Yes, that was very logical, actually. He cleared his throat, almost embarrassed by the chastisement.
"Right, well, you never know with you lot. Always the curious sorts. But curiosity is definitely going to kill the cat in this case. Or, well, silence it completely." He slipped on his glasses and leaned towards it. "The question is, where did this come from, eh?"
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But she leaned towards the thing anyway, still keeping a safe distance, as the only man on the scene didn't appear to have things under control.
"Obviously not here, if that's what you're scanning it with." She looked around, for signs of a support team. "Are you really it, then? Not even any police?"
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He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stethoscope, which he gingerly placed on the box, keeping his fingers carefully away from the surface.
"Interesting."
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You could say a lot with an eyebrow raise, if you were so trained.
"What's interesting? Has it got a cough?"
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