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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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It was a beautiful but cold day in London. Helen returned to the National Museum from lunch on time, as usual. “Hello Robert,” she called, waving cheerfully to a security guard. “Why all the commotion? I saw the movers parked outside-”

“Dr. Pritchett is bringing in a new collection. Oh, and they’re moving Timothy Thompson’s office.”

“Timothy? Why?”

“Haven’t you heard? He got the new curator position. Professor Garland announced it an hour ago.”

The color drained from Helen’s face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“And they announced it while I was gone?” She frowned angrily. “Of course they did. Cowards.”