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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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“You both seem confused about who’s alive and who’s dead.” The Doctor frowned. “Which leads me to suspect members of staff have been murdered repeatedly, only to come back to life later.“

“I…don’t know what you mean, Sir,” Fredrick stammered, looking to Mary for support.

“It’s because he’s posh,” Mary giggled. “Using all those scientific terms - ‘coming back to life,’ indeed.”

In the distance, a grandfather clock chimed midnight. Time slowed and a woman screamed. The Doctor blinked and when he opened his eyes, Fredrick lay on the floor with tire marks across his chest.

He was clearly dead.