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

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH
‘Hmm Oh, well, if time is relative then memory is an even more distant relation.
Still, it has been such a long time – are you quite sure you left it in here’
‘I can’t think where else it could be; when we parted company you were in such a
hurry to send me off I must have forgotten it in the rush. On that note, why did you have to
go home so badly, Doctor’
‘As is so often an occurrence in my life, Sarah, it was another one of the Master’s
tricks, which I can’t say I include amongst my most precious recollections.’
‘I can’t say I blame you – ah ha!’
Sarah Jane strode forward to the four-poster bed and picked up a small leatherbound
book. She held it in her palm and let her fingers rub the covers and spine. The
Brigadier voiced his curiosity.
‘Is it some sort of album, Sarah’
‘Not quite, Brigadier; it’s my journal. I kept it during my time here in the TARDIS. I
left it here, too, so long ago. I’ve been looking for material for my next novel; and I’ve been
reminded how important it is to have fresh detailed information to draw upon.’
‘Sarah…’ the Brigadier droned with weary resignation.
‘Oh, don’t worry, Brigadier, I’ll change all your names before the publication, I just
haven’t got round to that point in the editing. But I promise I haven’t forgotten which acts
of secrecy I’ve signed.’
It was a definitely displeased throat-clearing from the Doctor that really grabbed
Sarah Jane’s attention, as he placed his hands on his yellow-and-black-striped hips and cast a
stern glance in her direction.
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