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the physics of sorrow
mine.
“We’ve got some more
serious plans as well. The
Doctor will arrive shortly,
I’ve given him the Yellow
House, we’ve f ixed it up.
He’ll be doing experiments
there. Regression therapy
. . . regenerat ion of cel l
memory ...a sanatorium for
the past, gentle electroshock
stimulation ...He’ll explain it
to you better himself. But
we urgently need fabricators
of the past.”
For a moment it crosses
my mind that some Anti-
Gaustine has implanted
himself in Baby Cakes. And
my every thought occurs to
him sinisterly turned upside-
down. For the first time, I
want to stop, to give up, to
jump ahead in time. Turning
back is not always innocent.
The past can be a dangerous
place.
“Quite dangerous,” Anti -
Gaus t ine’s voi ce adds .
“Incidentally, the Yellow
House is not far from here
at all and if we open the
window, we’ll hear a very
familiar...”
I didn’t hear whether he
said “voice” or “howl,”
because I got up and hurled
myself through the window
headfirst. That always helps
with nightmares.