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Third Doctor Drabbles

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The Doctor drew Yates aside. “Keep an eye on Liz for me, Mike. The disappearance of her friend has rather unsettled her.”

“Of course,” Mike replied, failing to contain his excitement. “I’ll help any way I can.”

The Doctor patted his shoulder. “Good man.” Then he jogged outside to join the Brigadier.

Mike found Liz kneeling beside a mangled mass of metal. “Can I help, Dr. Shaw?”

“You could if I knew what I was looking at,” she sighed.

“It’s a chair, I think.” With a finger he eagerly traced the shape. “I saw something similar sitting in the kitchen.”