I watch the Doctor and Tegan ahead of me as we enter the factory. The Doctor puts his arm around her back, and points something out to her about the architecture of the building. I know it’s an innocent gesture, but I'm so jealous I can barely stop myself from trying to tear her to pieces and not letting anyone get between the beautiful Doctor and me. But years at that hell of an English Public School have taught me restraint, if nothing else. So I keep a stiff upper lip, and bite it until I taste blood. The Doctor must never know.
