Nyssa worked furiously alongside the robot nurses to triage the influx of wounded. The Time War had come to this planet, as it had to many others, bringing misery and destruction in its wake.
“Controller Nyssa?” A man was pushing his way through the crowd. Middle-aged and attractive, he had short brown hair and compelling blue eyes.
“I’m…Doctor Foster.” He offered his hand.
She declined, but smiled in greeting. “Are you a medical doctor?”
He nodded. “Graduated from Gloucester with top marks. You look like you could use some help.”
“Yes,” Nyssa replied, gratefully. “We’re a bit overwhelmed.”