Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH
‘Any word, Benton’
Benton started from his paper-trail focus, nearly knocking the top sheets from the
stack, and then stood at attention. He glanced over at the space-time telegraph gifted to
UNIT from the Doctor, which the Brigadier had brought along to Geneva in case of
emergency. He met his commanding officer expectant gaze and shook his head.
‘I’m afraid not, sir. There hasn’t been so much as a whisper from the Doctor.’
‘Oh. Well, we’ll just have to keep waiting then.’
‘Sir, it’s been weeks since I sent the signal on the telegraph and the Doctor’s visiting
less and less these days. I mean, his box is working again, isn’t it He can come and go as he
pleases and it’s not like he has to come back. Do you think he’ll even come’
‘Mr. Benton, after these years of knowing the Doctor, I can only say that when he
finds the time, he’ll come. We can only hope for the best. After all, good things come -’
Lethbridge-Stewart paused mid-platitude as a loud, droning howl shook the air and a
tall, dark blue and battered wooden Police Box focused into view and solidified into reality
with a solid thump. The Brigadier permitted himself a pleased smile and he finished his
statement: ‘– to those who wait.’
One of the long wood-panelled double doors of the TARDIS creaked open and the
tall, lean shape of the Doctor, his woodmoss-green floppy hat covering his curled dark hair
and multi-coloured scarf encircling his neck and shoulders, emerged. He was clad in a light
grey great coat with chocolate velvet patches on the upper lapels, elbows, and around the
cuffs. Beneath the coat he sported a white shirt, a dark red cravat, and a wheat hued
waistcoat with dark vertical and horizontal stripes. The Doctor’s light grey trousers perfectly
matched his coat, and with his dark boots completing the ensemble, the Doctor looked ever
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