much of an effect. Every time he coughed, he felt as if his chest and throat were on fire as he brought up more burning phlegm, and the reverberations sent shockwaves through his brain.

He lay on the sofa and sweated his way through Richard amp; Judy. It crossed his mind to get a flu jab — it might just hold off the worst of it, he thought. But in truth he felt too ill to move and there was no way he could get to the surgery. He tried to phone Iuean Evans, but each time he dialled the surgery the line was busy. Then he tried Iuean’s mobile, but that was either switched off or on silent, because he wasn’t answering. Eventually the phone slipped out of Bob’s fingers because they were so sweaty, and he couldn’t be bothered leaning down to pick it up off the floor.

He watched all of Scrum V through a daze, coughing and retching painfully. In one particularly bad fit, he found his tissue speckled with red and green matter. He was coughing so hard his throat was raw. He slumped back into the cushions with a groan. His head was pounding. The rumble of traffic outside his window seemed to shake the entire house as if an express train was running past continuously.

Eventually, he heard his mobile phone ringing. He fumbled around with one hand beneath the sofa, picked up the phone and flipped it open. ‘Iuean?’

‘Bob, how’s it going?’ boomed the familiar voice.

‘Bloody awful. I feel like hell.’ He broke off to cough again, bringing up more phlegm striped with red. ‘Oh, God, sorry … I don’t think I’m gonna be in for the rest of the week, Iuean.’

‘Bob, we need you here,’ said Iuean. His voice sounded strained. ‘It’s absolute bedlam! They’ve been coming in bloody droves. Chest infections, coughs, flu, whatever you want to call it. Nothing adds up, but they just keep coming. We’ve had to turn some away. We’ve redirected them to Blackweir. One or two I sent direct to St Helen’s.’

Bob struggled to sit up. ‘Hell, Iuean, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was that bad. Sounds like they’ve got what I’ve got.’

‘So what are we looking at here? An epidemic?’

‘Have you checked with the surrounding practices?’

‘I wanted to talk to you first. I’ve already had someone from the local press sniffing round.’

‘OK.’ Bob paused to cough again. ‘You’ll have to keep accurate records of how many patients come in with flu symptoms.’

‘Yes, I know that. I’ve already got Letty on it. We can only declare it an epidemic if 400 people per 100,000 of the population are diagnosed.’

‘I don’t think it’ll get that far,’ Bob assured him.

‘So what do you think it is?’

‘Iuean, I haven’t the foggiest!’ Bob thought for a moment about telling Iuean about his visit from Owen Harper. But Iuean sounded genuinely worried, and Bob feared that the involvement of a government official taking blood samples would only alarm him further. Harper had said it was only precautionary, but it was still confidential. And, at the end of the day, it could all just be a local phenomenon. ‘It’s probably a virus or something, anyway,’ he said weakly.

‘Well, that is what we tell people when we don’t know what’s bloody wrong with them.’

‘Look, give me tonight. Let’s see how I am in the morning. If I can, I’ll come in.’

‘No, stay where you are. You sound rough. You need to get better. We can manage. If necessary I’ll bring a locum in and we’ll get by. I just hope this was the worst of it today.’

‘Thanks, mate.’ Bob dissolved into more coughs and closed the phone. He felt sorry for Iuean, but he really was in too bad a way to go into work again. He fell back on the sofa, eyes squeezed shut, coughing and holding his chest as if it was about to crack open.

‘What if it wasn’t attacking us?’ said Toshiko.

‘Mr Dead down there was trying to strangle Gwen, in case you hadn’t noticed,’ responded Owen. ‘In my book, that constitutes an attack.’

‘But was he?’ asked Toshiko. She looked at each of them in turn. ‘Attacking her, I mean. You’ve all seen the footage. He grabbed her, certainly. Pulled her down from the steps. But what then?’

‘I thought he was gonna kiss her,’ said Jack. He shrugged. ‘Well, I would’ve.’

‘I’m not that kind of girl,’ said Gwen with a weak smile. ‘I mean, I don’t date corpses as a rule.’

‘What about Rhys?’ asked Owen.

Gwen gave him two fingers without even looking.

‘I thought it was trying to see her,’ continued Toshiko. ‘Its eyes were all shrivelled up and gone, but it was going through the motions, almost trying to peer at her …’

Jack clicked his fingers. ‘And then it says “water hag”, right?’

‘Twice, so far as we can tell. Or something very like it.’

Jack leant against Toshiko’s workstation with a frown, lips pursed, considering.

‘Maybe he mistook Gwen for some old hag,’ Owen suggested. When Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, he added, ‘No, seriously … the first thing he does when he wakes up after forty years dead is roll off the autopsy table and see Gwen. Or, at least, a blurred version of Gwen. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to see her clearly. But maybe he could tell she was a woman — small, long hair. That would be enough.’

‘But a hag?’ Gwen repeated. ‘Thanks very much.’

‘We don’t know what the last thing he saw before he died was, do we?’ Owen said. ‘Maybe it was some evil old witch with a knife.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Or maybe,’ said Toshiko, ‘he was trying to warn us about Sally Blackteeth.’

Owen frowned. ‘Who?’

‘Professor Len used the term “water hag”, I’m sure of it,’ Toshiko said. ‘He was telling us about the local legends surrounding Greendown Moss. Evil spirits who live in stagnant water.’

‘It’s worth checking,’ Gwen said. ‘I’ll contact the professor and see what he says.’

‘It still won’t tell us what brought the corpse back to life, though,’ Toshiko said.

‘That’s assuming he was really dead,’ said Jack.

‘As opposed to just pretending for forty years.’

‘Hang on,’ Owen raised a hand. ‘When did “it” become “he”, please?’

‘Well, you did say the body was male,’ Toshiko said.

‘It is.’

‘And we don’t have a name, do we?’

‘No.’

‘So it doesn’t seem fair to carry on referring to him as an “it”.’ Toshiko stared at them. ‘In my opinion.’

‘That’s all right for you to say,’ Gwen replied. ‘It wasn’t you he was leering at.’ She shuddered and reached for her coffee. ‘I can still smell that thing’s breath.’

‘I’m just saying, that’s all,’ Toshiko protested. ‘We can’t be certain of anything, can we?’

‘We can’t even be certain it’s properly dead this time,’ Owen agreed. ‘I’d have placed bets on it before. Now, I’m not so sure. Anyone want to give me odds?’

‘Owen, half its head’s missing now.’

‘Lengthens the odds a bit, I’ll agree, but …’

‘We need to know exactly what reanimated that body,’ announced Jack, standing up. ‘Any ideas before I let Owen loose on it again?’

‘I don’t mind going in with the knife, so long as someone else holds it down,’ Owen said.

‘Won’t be necessary. Ianto’s strapped it down. It’s secure.’

‘All right, but just for the record I think I should tell you I’m not happy carrying out an autopsy on a patient that needs restraining while I do it.’

‘Everyone!’ Ianto’s voice came up from the Autopsy Room, sounding urgent. ‘You’d better get down here quick!’

Owen dodged past Jack and took the stairs three at a time. Jack clattered after him, with Toshiko and Gwen on his heels. ‘It better not be coming back to life again,’ Jack warned. ‘It’s getting kinda personal now!’

Ianto, a bucket by his feet and a pair of rubber gloves on, was pointing at the corpse.

The body was still on the table, securely strapped down. It wasn’t going anywhere, and neither did it appear

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