"An ancient evil from the dawn of time? It took over the proto-Paracastrians and
manipulated their evolution to its own ends? That's a bit of a cliche, isn't it?"
Welcome home Wil. And here's your welcoming committee: a platoon of armed Paracastrians,
a fire-breathing temptress with a dotty dad, and several dozen bounty hunters all after
your head. It's just like you'd never been away.
Paracastria has changed much in the years since the Doctor's last visit; the natives
have taken over and cast all humans into a subservient role. But why have they done this?
And moreover, why are they locking people up and experimenting on them? And why is there
a daytime curfew?
Overtaken by events, will the Doctor be unable to prevent a clash that has been brewing
since before the Paracastrians grew legs? Can he rescue his friends before the situation
gets entirely too hot for comfort?
But there's someone else on Paracastria... Someone who should have left a long
time ago. Someone who may, just may, have caused this whole situation to come about.
This is another round-robin story featuring the 8th Doctor.
Certain characters in this story (mentioning no names) may be copyright the BBC, and/or
Fox, and/or Virgin Publishing. Each chapter is © its author, as credited below.
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