By Paul Henry / in , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , /


The name’s Doctor, the Doctor. The security of this entire planet is at stake. Can we rely upon you? I’m not where I wanted to be, but I can work with this. Woah! Fro Jo Po! What? I don’t suppose you’ve seen anything weird around here? You believe this is alien? What’s the plan? You trust me, don’t you? AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Have I got to answer that? Where are we? Paris, 1943 Oh no. Something’s coming for me. I can feel it. Let it come. Cos we’re your mates. Family. Get away from them! I didn’t know things could get into the TARDIS. Neither did I. What have you brought here, Doctor? I don’t know.


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