Welcome To Rapid-Eye City, Chapter 6: A Wave Of Trouble
“I was going for maybe a bridge, but I guess…this…works?”
Holding a new rope and wearing his Intuitive Optitudes, The Para-Doctor stands next to a tree on one side of a large river. Some of the branches extend over the river, as The Para-Doctor surveys the area again.
“So I can’t get a bridge. You want me to use this rope and swing across the river…” He throws the rope around the branch and pulls, tightening the knot. “Though not in the way you expect, dreams do come true, I guess.” He then runs toward the river and pushes off, gracefully swinging over the river. More than halfway across, he lets go of the rope and lands on the other side, barrel-rolling into a recovery.
“Not bad,” The Para-Doctor says, smiling at the rope.
<Doctor, can you hear me?>
The Para-Doctor’s gaze shoots upward. The voice is Jack’s, but he is nowhere in sight. The voice isn’t even in the Para-Doctor’s head; it is simply in the air.
“Jack, is that you?” The Para-Doctor asks.
<Yeah, and River’s here. You disappeared from the club! What happened?>
“One of the inmates from the Retussaron ship is loose. He attacked me at the bar and got away. How fast can you get to the TARDIS?”
<We’re already on the way.>
With that, the Para-Doctor nods and runs back to the TARDIS.
“No more bars for you, Doctor,” Tara says.
In the TARDIS, The Para-Doctor, Pete, Jack and River stand around the center console as Tara pulls up information on Harbuir.
“Very funny, Tara,” The Para-Doctor says. “Alright, so his name is Harbuir. An Abeatora, the first of his kind. He can create Abeata, these flying creatures that infect the water supply with diminutive eggs. That’s why he was locked up on the ship. He poisoned the water supply on the planet Jaer, and people started giving birth to these Abeata left and right, dying during the process.”
“And the more Abeata there are, the faster they can poison the water?” River asks.
“Exactly.” The Para-Doctor looks at the leftmost display but catches a horrified Pete in his peripheral. “Pete, what’s wrong?”
Pete says nothing. He darts up the left flight of stairs and down a hallway, shouting Belle’s name.
