"There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea's asleep and the rivers dream, people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice and somewhere else the tea is getting cold. Come on, Ace, we've got work to do."
It was cool afternoon in Perivale. The wind blew, rustling the leaves and the grass of the park where the TARDIS sat stationary, in all its glory.
“What sort of work would that be, Doctor,” said Ace McShane, pulling her jacket around herself trying to keep warm. “Not another cat planet?”
The Doctor grinned and turned to Ace, giving her a wink. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”
He reached into his breast pocket. Frowning, he stopped in his tracks and began searching all his pockets?
“What are you looking for, Doctor?” Ace inquired, not liking the look of worry she recognised on his face.
“Yes, yes. The TARDIS key. I can’t have lost it!” The Doctor was quite worried now. Without the TARDIS key he’d be lost. The TARDIS was his life, and if he couldn’t access it there was no knowing the terrible things that might happen.
“You didn’t leave it anywhere?” Ace asked.
“Of course I didn’t!” snapped the Doctor. Ace looked ahead, seeing the TARDIS.
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