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Holby
July 17th 3083
Programme of Interdimentional Social Sciences

"Professor!"

Wesley Hungerton practically leaps over the desks in order to hand the astonished man a recording. He puts it onto the nearest speaker.

"This is from..." he glances at the chip. "Candidate 8? You've received a transmission from the doctor."

He frowns as the sound comes through.

"What on Earth is that..." He turns it up.

".... *thump*.... *scraping noise*.... Ma... wow... meeeeooooowl!"

The professor turns to Hungerton.

"I believe that is his cat. Switch on the feline translator and we'll see if there's anything useful."

A few flicked switches later they stand quietly and listen.

"Meee-eee-ow"

"[Good grief, that's even bigger than I remembered]"

"Mah! Wowl!"

"[Hey, you did say you wanted a big boy]"

"Meeeeeoooooow! Maowowowowowow!"

"[Ay carumba, put that there again please.]"

The professor sighs, pulls out the chip and hands it to Hungerton.

"We spend thousands of pounds making that pen transmit across space and time, and all we get is four hundred and twenty minutes of cat sex. Sometimes I do wonder why we bother. Are we ready to get the first candidate?"

Hungerton nods fervently.

"All is set sir. Shall I initiate the beam?"

***

In a completely different Holby time, a local MP stepped through a portal that normally took him to London, saving him no end of rail fares.

There was a flash of green light, the fading out of a white beam, and he disappeared.