nothing to do. Because of the white sheet in the window, no customers came to bring laundry and the tenants on the upper floors didnât want to have anything to do with the people living below them â not until the all-clear was given.
Missie Grierson spent much of her time in Alisonâs room and the children, free from the everyday toil of their trade, moped around the first and second floors like three lost lambs. Tom found himself sitting with Morag in the kitchen. In fact, since his run-in with The Doctor, he couldnât seem to go anywhere without her trailing along after him, looking up at him in some kind of bewildered awe. Clearly she had been very impressed by the way heâd handled himself. Heâd sneaked off to the kitchen to try to think about what was happening and what he might do to escape from here but Morag had still found her way to him. He hadnât the heart to tell her to clear off. She was clearly worried and wanting reassurance.
âDo you think Alisonâs going to be all right?â she asked him fearfully for perhaps the sixth time that day.
He nodded. âMissie Grierson says sheâs loads better. She reckons itâs her chicken broth thatâs done the trick, but I know itâs the antibiotics . . .â He glanced at her. âThe, er . . . Sassenach pills,â he corrected himself.
âYou saved her life,â said Morag, almost as though she thought he might not have realised this. âSheâll always be in your debt.â
Tom shrugged. âShe doesnât owe me anything,â he said. âIt was just lucky I had the pills with me. See, I had this ear infection a while ago but it went away by itself. Iâd kind of forgotten I had them.â
âWell itâs lucky you did. Whatâs an ear infection?â
âOh itâs just . . . you know, when you get earache.â
âLike when youâve been listening to Cameron?â said Morag brightly and Tom grinned.
âYeah, that would do it,â he agreed.
Morag studied him intently. âCameron says youâre a bampot,â she said.
âYeah, I know he does.â
âHe says that you keep going on about being from the future.â
âOnly because itâs true,â insisted Tom.
âBut . . . how could you be?â
âI donât really understand it myself.â He thought for a moment. âRemember when I first met you on the Royal Mile? And I said Iâd had a fall?â
She nodded.
âWell, thatâs what happened to me â only when I began to fall I was in 2012 . . . and when I landed I was here, in 1645. Itâs like I just . . . fell through time.â He frowned. âI told Cameron all this but he didnât believe me.â
âI believe you,â said Morag, solemnly.
Tom smiled at her. He reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone. âSee, I showed him this,â he said, âI thought it might convince him if I could make it work, but of course I couldnât get a . . .â He broke off in surprise as he saw that the phoneâs icon was now illuminated. It was only weak: a couple of bars, but it was a signal.
He didnât waste any time wondering how such a thing could be possible. He pressed his contacts button and hit his dadâs mobile number, noting as he did so that the battery level was already dangerously low. He lifted the device to his ear and listened intently. There was the longest pause and then a ringing tone. It sounded very far away and, Tom thought, it ought to . It was travelling hundreds of miles across hundreds of years. He waited, hardly daring to breathe.
âWhat are you doing?â asked Morag, mystified.
âIâm phoning my dad.â
âBut what . . .?â
He waved her to silence. The phone rang again and again and he began to think he was wasting his time. Thenâ
âHello?â His dadâs voice: faint,
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