The Horror of Hume

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  • Teen
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  • Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Drama, General, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Mixed, Mystery, Series

CODE BLUE!” shouted Frank as he burst into the manager’s office. “We have to stop, call the whole thing off. Code Blue!” he said again, pointlessly. The manager looked at him through thin gold glasses, his withering gaze magnified in size and contempt.

Frank has no idea what the manager’s name even was, and he was far too frightened to ask. He seemed a man who wouldn’t approve of names, like they were too recent an invention.

“A code blue?” he said. “I was wondering when that’d show up.” He laughed at Frank’s horrified expression. “Well, don’t look so pale, man! This is a major historical event; or so our PR men are saying. It wouldn’t be complete if the Doctor didn’t show up.”

Frank hesitated. “It’s more that he hasn’t shown up. He’s left us a warning, although you might not know what it is. It’s something called a Snapcode”–

“Don’t patronise me,” growled the manager. “I know what Snapchat is. I like the negative stickers; they send the right message to my grandchild.” He took Frank’s phone from him, and nodded slightly. He still looked as contemptuous as before, but there was now an inch of worry in his eyes.

“I see,” he said softly. “So it is a code blue after all. A warning sent through time; like only the Doctor could do. Not him, though,” he said, pointing at the woman’s face at the centre of the code. “Must be one of his companions. Suppose Snapchat’s beyond someone like the Doctor, whatever the size of his brain.”

“So you agree?” said Frank, terrified that the manager might not. “About how serious it is?”

“Oh, it’s a very serious thing. Ruinous. But cancelling the mission? That might be more serious still. It’s not enough that it’s bad, you know. To call this off would take something, well. Catastrophic. Even by the standards of the Doctor.”

He looked harder at the bright screen of the phone.

“Whatever happened up there,” he said at last, “it must of been bad. It’s not like him to leave this brazen a footprint, whatever the impression he likes to give. So the question is what, isn’t it? What could have been so awful that it’s made the Doctor want to use Snapchat?