Even in the darkness of the control
room, the light from the glowing screen glinted off the high forehead.
“So, Doctor…!” the words were exclaimed in
mock surprise.
Doctor Who looked back, feeling slightly
nonplussed at having been caught out by such an elementary mistake as putting the life support pack into the capsule first.
The cocoon chair turned to face her,
revealing some very familiar facial features.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I…”
“I know exactly who you are” interrupted Doctor Who, tetchily.
“They told me you were assassinated in San
Francisco…”
“Yes, this is my thirteenth life.”
“You
only live twelve, Doctor Who...”
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