Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

Lupton heard his Spider, the one inside his head, answer,
‘Totally. The crystal is ours.’ A hum of approval went up from
the Spider Council.
The Queen said, ‘You have done well., Prepare to return,
bringing the crystal with you. It will take time to build up the
power. When we are ready the two-legs must perform the ritual
that concentrates his mind.’
Lupton sensed that to these creatures he was no more than a
fly caught in their webs. He made an effort and forced himself to
speak. ‘And what about me? You need me to make the link, to
bring the crystal back. Without me you wouldn’t have recovered
your precious crystal at all. I have been your friend. I must be
rewarded!’
A gasp of horror went up from the Council. ‘A two-legs
dares to claim friendship with the eight-legs, the Noble Ones?’
said the Queen in horror.
Lupton would have spoken again but his Spider intervened.
‘Forgive him, O Queen,’ she said placatingly. ‘He means no
harm, and he has served us well.’
Another Spider spoke. ‘Then his reward shall be to serve us
further. We shall use him in the great work, the conquest of
Earth. That is the secret purpose of the Council.’
The Council Chamber began to dissolve around him. Dimly,
he heard the Queen’s voice saying, ‘We have exhausted our
power. Be ready, be ready...’
Suddenly he was back in his room, on his bed. He sat up
gasping, but the Spider spoke soothingly inside his head. ‘Rest
now. Let the power return to your body and to your mind. Rest,
Lupton.’ Slowly he drifted into sleep, rolling over, face
downwards, his head pillowed in his arms.
After a moment the giant Spider materialised, sitting on his
back. It hopped from the bed, scuttled towards the door and
vanished...