Chapter Twenty-Four
“Wait,” Dave shouted. “I can hear something.”
“We don’t have time,” Carrie called back as she ran. “Those two will come around any minute. We need to get out of here and rescue Toodles and Rogue before the placktoids do something terrible to them.”
A few steps later, she checked that Dave was following. He wasn’t. He was rummaging in the unconscious Narcissus’ pockets. Carrie stopped.
“Dave,” she yelled down the corridor. “What are you doing? Come on!”
But he didn’t answer. He’d found what he was looking for. He went to one of the doors and, after trying a few keys, unlocked it.
“Thank goodness,” said a woman’s voice. She had a clipped accent. “I thought you might be one of those awful Beeb execs gone mental. But I heard the scuffling and thought it was safe to ca
