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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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Helen leaned forward. “What do you mean ‘lights?’”

“Lights in the sky.” Wilhelm lowered his voice. “My brother and I interviewed several villagers this morning who reported seeing them descend from the heavens, followed by a noise from the forest.”

“What kind of noise?”

“As if the sky was falling.” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. “It’s just a story. You’d be surprised how many times we’ve heard similar tales.”

“I wouldn’t actually. Could you take me there?”

He looked surprised. “Right now?”

“As I said, I’m a scholar myself,” she stood up, “and there’s no time like the present.”