Even by the standards of this backwater outpost on the edge of the known universe, the bar could only be described as seedy. The establishment itself was rundown and badly in need of repairs. That it was still standing at all seemed more out of habit than any conscious effort on the part of the proprietor, and as for the interior…
It was dank and gloomy inside, full of smoke and shadows, the ideal place to conduct business transactions that were on the wrong side of legal, which was exactly why the Doctor was here.
“I need a memory worm.”