Free Skypoint by Phil Ford Page A

it like lichen.
    And there was an eye.
    Toshiko gasped and almost lost her footing on the stepladder.
    The eye stared at her, a large black pupil in a fading blue iris. It had been a beautiful eye once. It was hard to imagine that it had once gazed from anything other than a beautiful face. Now it glinted in her torchlight, set in a mass of decomposing cellular matter.
    Toshiko didn’t have the first idea what could have done this. She just thanked God that it didn’t seem to be around any more. It was time to get Owen. He was the medic; maybe he would have some clue as to what turned human beings into mush like that. She closed the hatch and put the ladder back where she had found it.
    She was almost at the elevator doors when Besnik Lucca stepped out of the darkness.

ELEVEN
    Owen was angry with himself over what had happened with Toshiko. She was a good friend. When it came down to it she was in fact the only good-looking female he had ever been friends with that he hadn’t screwed.
    Maybe that was his problem. Owen had known for years that Toshiko wanted to go to bed with him, and for years he had taken an almost perverse delight in denying her. By the time he’d got over that he had actually started to feel too close to her – he hadn’t wanted to screw things up between them and almost inevitably that was what sex would have done. But things were different now with Toshiko, he knew.
    She loved him.
    He had heard her tell him that after Copley’s bullet had put a hole in his chest and after Jack used that frigging resurrection glove to bring him back for a few minutes – but before they realised Torchwood was going to be stuck with a walking corpse on the payroll.
    I love you.
    Not many women had said that to Owen, fewer still that meant it. And none that had known him as well as Toshiko did. Even the woman he had been going to marry hadn’t known him that well – after all, that had been a different Owen Harper; that had been before Torchwood.
    And maybe that was what got Owen so angry.
    Maybe he could have been happy with Toshiko. If he hadn’t been dead.
    Life was shit. And so was death.
    Ten minutes after she left the apartment Owen decided to go and look for her.
    He took the elevator. And went up.
    The twenty-fourth floor was something special. It wasn’t every apartment block that had its own high-rise park. At least, that was how SkyPoint’s designers had seen it. They called it SkyPark.
    The elevator doors opened onto an open area that had been laid out with plants and trees growing in pots. They hadn’t gone so far as carpeting the floor in artificial turf – thank God – but there was a good-sized pond with koi flickering just below the surface. There was even a small kids’ play area and what Owen guessed was going to be a coffee stall (he thought they probably wouldn’t get the franchise sorted out until the building had rather more residents).
    As he stepped out of the elevator he was pretty sure that Toshiko wasn’t there. There were a few hidden corners to SkyPark, isolated by walls of potted bushes, but his senses told him straight away that he was alone up there. After all, all but a few of the building’s apartments were still empty, and it was a nice day outside – the odds were all against a busy day on the twenty-fourth floor.
    There was always something strange about a park when it was empty, he thought, as he crossed the floor towards one of the benches that had been set to look out across the city below. He guessed it was like any normally busy public place that you came across deserted. It felt eerie and wrong. Like Oxford Street or Times Square in some post-apocalypse movie. He passed through the play area and pushed the small roundabout. It made a quietly oiled sound that was somehow disappointing – he had wanted it to make a sound, to squeal like a banshee or something. Something to add to the surreal feeling of the place.
    ‘It won’t go very fast.’
    The little