It was going to be a lovely day for the grand opening of the hotel. The weather would be perfect, the food and drink would be divine and everyone would enjoy the party. This was not speculation, according to Roth Daker the owner of the Daker hotel, this was fact. Everyone was going to leave the hotel gossiping about how incredible the hotel was and how pleasant their time there had been.<br/><br/>And if they didn't, someone was getting fired.<br/><br/>"Miserable sod," muttered Roy, one of the hotel's engineers, as he fastened one of the nuts on the main engine in the boiler room. "I hope something heavy falls on him."<br/><br/>"Come on Roy, you can hardly blame him from being on edge," his assistant Ted spoke as he helped the grumpy engineer with his work. "He's just a bit stressed. A big show like this would get to anyone, even Mr Daker."<br/><br/>"That doesn't give him the right to give us the chop if his day gets spoiled," he replied. "It's not as if we haven't done everything we can to make sure this goes down as planned. He should know what we're having to deal with. We're engineers, not miracle workers."<br/><br/>"Funny business though, ain't it?" Ted assistant spoke as he helped Roy lift one of the heavy energy sustaining quadron fiber rods and slid it into the engines reactor. "I mean, first there's that falling statue that ended up taking out the stair case, then the electronics on levels four through eight start playing up and that business with the lavatories. I never even knew they could do that."<br/><br/>"Don't remind me. I was on the clean up team," Roy grunted before the engine let out a satisfying clang as the rod slid into place" Alright works done. Radio in that we're going back up."<br/><br/>"Gotcha," Ted replied and lifted his communication wrist band to his mouth. "Oi Bob, we're done here. Where do you want us to go next?"<br/><br/>"I hope it's not to work on that control matrix again," Roy muttered. "I am sick to death of Dakers telling me how perfect he wants the damn weather."<br/><br/>Ted didn't reply. He was distracted by something. His wrist band had started making a peculiar hissing noise that almost sounded like words. He tapped the wrist band with a frown. "Hello, Bob?"<br/><br/>The hissing sound continued. It was strange, although it was not uncommon for some communication devices to experience interference in some underdeveloped parts of the hotel, the bands that the engineers wore around their wrist were state of the art, completely capable of cutting through any disruption with ease. If it was experiencing difficulties, then it was either broken or something was very wrong.<br/><br/>"Bob can you hear me?" Roy asked as he lifted his own wrist band to mouth. Like Ted, his communication device let out the same hissing noise.<br/><br/>"Maybe we damaged them when working on the engine?" Ted suggested, but sounded unsure.<br/><br/>"Maybe Dakers just bought some cheap crap?" Roy muttered. "Wouldn't surprise me. He's wasted millions on this project of hi-"<br/><br/><em>"How... dare you..."</em>A voice suddenly crackled through their wrist bands.<br/><br/>"Bob?" Ted asked with alarm. "Bob, is that you?"<br/><br/><em>"How...dare...you!"</em>The voice crackled again.<br/><br/>"Bob are you mucking about with us?"<br/><br/><em>"HOW DARE YOU!"</em>The voice roared, evident fury in its words/<br/><br/>"Uh...Roy," Ted mumbled nervously. The floor had begun to move beneath their feet as the lights in the room blinked on and off. The engine began to whine and screech as screws and bolts shot off it like bullets. Roy took one tentative step towards the engine, as if planning to attempt a repair, and as he did the entire room became bathed in blood red light.<br/><br/><em>"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU!"</em><br/><br/>The engineers took one look at each other before bolting for the door on the far side of the room. Whether it was an engine malfunction or not, the two didn't care. Whatever was happening, they wanted no part of it.<br/><br/>As they ran the floor tiles under their feet began to peel away and float into the air around them. The voice from the wrist bands was still screaming as they fled. Every step they took seemed to make it grow louder and louder.<br/><br/>Roy threw himself at the door when they finally reached the exit. His body slammed into it with an almighty crash, but the door did not give way.<br/><br/>"No, no, no, no, no!" Roy whimpered as he clawed at the door in an attempt to break it down. He could hear something roaring behind him and the sound of Ted screaming in fear, but Roy did not turn around to find out why. Especially when Ted began to scream and agony and beg Roy for help.<br/><br/>Just before Roy was torn away from the door, he felt something close around his body with a touch as wet and cold as mud. Out the corner of his eye, he saw burning red eyes that glared at him with an inhuman anger.<br/><br/>He had no time to scream for help. Not that it would have done him much good if he had. It would be hours before anyone found what remained of their bodies.<br/><br/>And by then it would already be too late.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Doctor Who Lost Memories:<br/>The Stone Ghosts</span></strong></span></div><br/>"Now everyone, there is one crucial thing that Mr Dakers wants from you tonight," The Head Waiter spoke to the crowd of waiters and waitresses that stood before the grand double doors leading to the ball room, currently buzzing with activity. "The one thing Mr Dakers demands from each and every one of you, is a smile."<br/><br/>"Now can we do that?" The Head Waiter asked unable to keep the patronizing tone out of his voice. "Can we all smile for Mr Dakers?"<br/><br/>"Yes sir," the staff replied, struggling to keep their voices even. The Head Waiter was well known as being unable to make friends among the staff he commanded.<br/><br/>"Splendid!" The Head Waiter cheered and applauded lightly before kicking open the double doors to reveal the bustling crowd that lay beyond. "Well then, get out there and make those customers happy. For Mr Dakers!"