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mad world. Not quite as dramatic as finding that somewhere here there was a villain from her<br />
past with a big base and a vast cine projector, but if it worked, then what the hell? She clapped<br />
her hands together and addressed her new audience. 'I was wondering if you, ah, might be interested<br />
in singing a song with me?'<br />
'They won't be, you know,' murmured the Fairy.<br />
'I thought you said –' Bernice began. But her voice was drowned out by a great shout from the<br />
audience. 'Oh yes we are!'<br />
'Oh no you're not!' called the Fairy.<br />
'Oh yes we are!' called the audience.<br />
'Well, that's fairly definite,' Bernice tried again. 'They're largely in favour, so –'<br />
'Oh no they're not!' cried the Fairy. He turned back to Bernice as the audience shouted back<br />
again. 'Sorry. I love that bit. I could go on like that for days.'<br />
'But you aren't,' Bernice told him. 'Because we're just going to sing this bloody song and then<br />
I'm going to hop into that audience –'<br />
'Hop in? You didn't mention hopping anywhere!'<br />
Bernice was silent and still for a moment, containing herself. 'Another wish, then, if that's what<br />
it takes.'<br />
'Another wish? It's your last one, you know.'<br />
Bernice looked at him levelly. 'I have to get out of here. Do it.'<br />
With a little glance skywards, he did so, bouncing the wand off her shoulders once more. There<br />
was a flash. 'But do take the sweets,' the Fairy advised.<br />
'Yes.' Bernice nodded, eager to get this over with. 'If you want. And then I'm going to find the<br />
exit, and I'm going to go home. So. Music, maestro, please!'<br />
From nowhere, a band, a bit heavy on the brass and slightly off key, began to play. Bernice<br />
grabbed her broomstick and pointed out each word on the piece of paper as she and the Fairy<br />
Godfather sang the song.<br />
Surprisingly, the audience sang too.<br />
Row, row row your boat,<br />
Gently down the stream.<br />
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,<br />
Life is but a dream.<br />
Bernice glanced back to the horse as she started the second verse. She couldn't quite believe<br />
that she was doing this.<br />
A crowd of academics, summoned by Stokes's cries, had arrived to encircle him, and watch an<br />
alien sit astride his chest, eating a sandwich, utterly ignoring those around him.<br />
'I'm fine,' Stokes assured everyone, though none of them had asked. 'Odd-looking sort, isn't<br />
he?'<br />
Stokes's perspective, looking up the creature's nose, wasn't ideal, but even from that angle, he<br />
could tell that this wasn't a species that humans had encountered before. Although basically<br />
humanoid, the thing was blue, for a start, and had six multi-jointed fingers on each hand. It had<br />
no toes, although the pads of its feet looked very flexible and plastic. It wore only a rough loincloth<br />
made of rags and its chest showed a slight drift of white fur over a complicated, crisscrossing<br />
ribcage. It had high cheekbones, sharp teeth and piercing and intelligent, if feral, green<br />
eyes. From the back of its lobed head straggled a long twisted mass of white hair.<br />
It finished the sandwich and licked every spot of it from its fingers. Then it looked around itself,<br />
as if suddenly aware of the presence of others. It cried out in a series of guttural syllables, a chain<br />
of sounds that moved incredibly fast.<br />
'A highly complex language,' murmured Otterbland. 'Could this be –?'<br />
'A Perfecton!' Wagstaff giggled. 'A living Perfecton!'<br />
'That's impossible!' Owl whispered. 'After all these centuries?'<br />
The academics started to argue again, and several of them produced recording devices, moving<br />
to try to get a good holoshot of the creature. 'Excuse me!' called Stokes. 'Hello?'<br />
They ignored both him and the increasingly frantic arm motions and jabberings of the creature.