His son had always been a little clumsy and accident-prone. Well-meaning, but everything he turned his hand to fell apart. Still, he loved his son, and always tried to support him.
When the Doctor unexpectedly turned up and asked if his son could go traveling, he didn't like the idea, but how could he say no?
The TARDIS began to dematerialize, then its engines ground alarmingly. Suddenly the TARDIS was solid; the doors flung open, his son shoved out.
"Harry Sullivan's son is an imbecile!"
The TARDIS left, and Harry smiled. "Did you give the Helmic regulator a good twist?"
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