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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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“This is Galactic Heritage, come in?”

Helen pressed a button on River’s vortex manipulator. “Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” The man’s voice fizzed with static. “Please confirm your situation.”

“This planet is shaking itself apart. I’m not sure how long we have, but we need to evacuate the local inhabitants as soon as possible.”

“Copy that. Is this River Song?”

“No,” Helen blushed, “I’m a friend of hers. Helen Sinclair.”

“Right. Get your people together. We’re tracking your signal and we’ll contact you soon.”

“I understand.” She scanned the area. “I hope Mariam and Yeva haven’t gotten too far.”