Fish Fingers and Custard Issue 1 - Fish Fingers and Custard Fanzine
Fish Fingers and Custard Issue 1 - Fish Fingers and Custard Fanzine
Fish Fingers and Custard Issue 1 - Fish Fingers and Custard Fanzine
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<strong>Fish</strong> <strong>Fingers</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Custard</strong> <strong>Issue</strong> 1<br />
‘Doctor, I still don’t underst<strong>and</strong>. What are we looking for?’<br />
‘I’m not sure,’ he said simply, ‘but there’s something. Something so big I can’t see<br />
the edges, something wrong across all of space <strong>and</strong> time that I can’t see yet, like<br />
an iceberg with all the sharp bits hidden underneath. Amy, I’m going to have to<br />
ask you to be as quiet as you can, as I need to concentrate on this.’<br />
She nodded, <strong>and</strong> he flashed her a brief, reassuring smile.<br />
‘Be right back.’<br />
The Doctor closed his eyes <strong>and</strong> listened.<br />
He filtered out the ever-present murmur of the TARDIS, too low for humans to<br />
hear, as much a feeling as a sound, as familiar to him as the beating of his hearts.<br />
There was the bird-quick patter of Amy’s pulse, the liquid rustle of cloth on her<br />
skin as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, her eyes fixed on him. She<br />
exhaled, <strong>and</strong> he heard the whispering hiss of molecule against molecule before<br />
that too faded to the white noise of irrelevance.<br />
Under that, under everything, was the ever-present rhythm, the sound of the<br />
universe itself as it slipped from one moment to the next, now frozen <strong>and</strong> inert,<br />
laid bare for him to examine. The Doctor filtered out everything but that, the<br />
constant susurrus that was the movement of time itself...<br />
...<strong>and</strong> flinched at the missing notes.<br />
On Andrestra Quintus in the year 4600, a child fell from a hotel balcony <strong>and</strong> never<br />
hit the ground.<br />
The Fourth Sontaran Army vanished before battle with a cadre of the Rutan Host<br />
could be joined, their weapons unfired, their final cries not of fear or rage but of<br />
childish confusion. It would have gone down in history as the only time any of that<br />
race had retreated, had any mention of the Fourth Army remained. The Consular<br />
of the Rutan cadre was executed soon afterwards for inexplicably deploying to an<br />
empty battlefield.<br />
In the Hephaestus Nebula, a star disappeared. Four ancient civilisations froze to<br />
death, unable to remember ever having been warm.<br />
The Doctor could hear it. His fingers tightened, the sound of shifting muscle<br />
deafening to his heightened senses. Across a thous<strong>and</strong> systems, across a million<br />
years, he could hear them opening like tears in fabric, like mouths hungry <strong>and</strong><br />
waiting.