“The name’s Bond. James Bond.” The man offered his hand.
“Nice to meet you. I’m the Doctor. What brings you here?”
“Some rather unpleasant people were chasing me, so I ducked into the first doorway I came to. It seemed unlikely they’d follow me into something labelled ‘Police’.” Bond looked around. “I must say, this isn’t what I expected.”
“It’s my spaceship. Can I drop you somewhere?”
“The British Embassy if you’d be so kind. Perhaps we could stop at a bar along the way? I could use a Martini.”
“Let me guess; shaken, not stirred?”
“Have we met before?”