The footsteps echoed like thunder.
“Blast!” The Doctor swore.
“What is it?” Martha asked.
“You remember the Face of Boe?”
She nodded. Giant face in a jar. Last of his kind. She suspected the cat-nun was in love with him, but he hadn’t seemed to noticed.
“Well,” said the Doctor, as a giant faceless head crested the hill. “That’s Boe.”
“Oh.” Martha stared. “What’s so bad about that?”
“I borrowed some money off the left thumb on Pleznit, abut two aeons back. You wouldn’t happen to have half a ton of jade on you? I’ll pay you back, I promise.”