You are sat idly on a park bench. You are bored and angry with your dead-end job, moneyless existence, and reliance on newspaper coupons. You stare jealously at some birds in the trees. You wish that you could just fly off with them. Then, suddenly, you see a tall, pole-like man drop from the tree next to you. He is wearing a long jacket and has ruffled, brown hair; what do you do?
I quickly approach the man, and question what he was doing in a tree, wearing a suit like that.
"Yes, Donna, I can see that he’s not dead." The Doctor sasses while bobbing his head from side to side like an angry chicken,
I press my lips together and look to the other man. “So why is he here than” I ask, still speaking to the Doctor.
"I don't know. Why are you here?" The Docto frowns, looking back at the figure. "You can't really kill a disease, Doctor." He smirks grimly.


















