“Remind me why we are playing Twister, Tegan,” The Doctor said, moving his hand to the spinner. He gave it a whirl. The little black hand raced around the wheel until finally landing on yellow. “Not yellow,” groaned the Doctor, as he struggled to move his hand underneath Tegan and onto a yellow spot. Tegan moved ever so slightly and purposely bumped into him, sending him crashing to the ground. “Ouch,” he said, sitting up rubbing his arm, “That’s cheating, Tegan.”
“It just proves it. I am more flexible than you, Doctor,” she said, smiling as she helped him up.