Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
of houses that became sparser as the carriage trundled down the hard-packed earth road toward the Doctor's residence. William couldn't imagine an extended stay in this dreary place, let alone year-round habitation. He missed the dirty, crowded streets of London more than he would have thought possible.
Farris pulled the reigns taut and called for the horses to stop. With a bit of whinnying, they slowed to a walk and then finally halted. Tamara smiled at her brother, then poked her head out of the carriage window to get the first glimpse of the Nichols home. William envied her enthusiasm, for he could muster none for himself. Tamara had a sense of adventure that allowed her to put more conventional concerns aside, to throw herself fully into each moment, each mystery. William could never quite forget that they had responsibilities elsewhere, to the family business and their household. And he certainly did not relish the prospect of encountering another one of the changeling babies. Simply being in their presence made his stomach churn. He was aware that others might think his attitude cruel, but he could not help what he felt. The way his sister behaved, it was almost as though she liked the little monsters.
