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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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Sally leaned back in a chair, flipping through live-feeds sent from the black casket on the TARDIS control room floor to the ship’s scanner. Occasionally she would pause on an image but, not seeing what she was searching for, she’d eventually move on.

A purple Beetle appeared on the screen. “Wait,” Sally stood to get a better look, “that’s the Doctor.” She shook her fist in triumph. “Finally! Harcourt will be so pleased. And he’s with a woman.” She pulled a TCE from her pocket. “Time to collect her.”

The thing in the casket screamed in pain as she passed.