Its coiled guts of cogs and dials spilt down through the smoke. The apparition of Quences flickered and vanished. Tremors of anger shuddered through the House, flooring most of them, including the remaining Drudge. The Cousins had huddled around the Loom plinth, clinging to it like children clinging to their mother. Dorothée, her face black with soot, had appeared beside Leela on the gallery. 'This way!' they called. 'We've blown a hole in the mountain!' The Cousins abandoned the Loom and stampeded towards the stairs. The agents went with them, ignoring Ferain's protests. Satthralope was crawling on the floor. Cracks spread around her. 'Gone away,' the old woman cried. 'The House no longer listens. It's no longer in me.' She shrieked as the wooden ring on her finger burst into flame. The Doctor ran at her, but she pushed him away. 'I am the Keeper of the House!' She was climbing up into the palm of her chair. Fire had caught in her skirts. 'My House!' The wooden fingers of the chair closed and crushed her in its fist.
