Moving Pictures (Discworld 10)

'It's you!'

'I'm me! It's . . . something else! It's just having to use my shape!'

'What shape does it normally use?'

'You don't want to know!'

'Yes I do! Why do you think I asked?' she yelled, as they stumbled through the broken seats.

'It looks worse than you can imagine!'

'I can imagine some pretty bad things!'

'That's why I said worse!'

'Oh.'

The giant spectral Ginger passed them, flickering like a strobe light, and smashed its way out through the wall. There were screams from the outside.

'It looks like it's getting bigger,' whispered Ginger.

'Go outside,' said Victor. 'Get the wizards to stop it.'

'What're you going to do?'

Victor drew himself up to his full height. 'There are some Things', he said, 'that a man has to do by himself.'

She gave him a look of irritated incomprehension.

'What? What? Do you want to go to the lavatory or something?'

'Just get out!'

He shoved her towards the doors, then turned and saw the two dogs looking at him expectantly.

'And you two, too,' he said.

Laddie barked.

'Dog's gotta stay by 'is master, style of fing,' said Gaspode, shame-facedly.

Victor looked around in desperation, picked up a fragment of seat, opened the door, threw the wood as far as possible and shouted 'Fetch!'

Both dogs bounded away after it, propelled by instinct. On his way past, though, Gaspode had just enough selfcontrol to say, 'You bastard!'

Victor pulled open the door of the picture-throwing room and came out with handfuls of Blown Away.

The giant Victor was having trouble leaving the screen. The head and one arm had pulled free and were threedimensional. The arm flailed vaguely -at Victor as he methodically threw coils of octo-cellulose over it. He ran back to the booth and pulled out the stacks of clicks that Bezam, in defiance of common sense, had stored under the bench.

Working with the methodical calmness of bowel-twisting terror, he carried the cans by the armload to the screen and heaped them there. The Thing managed to wrench another arm free of two-dimensionality and tried to scrabble at them, but whatever was controlling it was having trouble controlling this new shape. It was probably unused to having only two arms, Victor told himself.

He threw the last can on to the heap.

'In our world you have to obey our rules,' he said. 'And I bet you burn just as well as anything else, hey?'

The Thing struggled to pull a leg free.

Victor patted his pockets. He ran back to the booth and scrabbled around madly.