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‘Doctor, I would be deeply gratified if you’d accept my humblest apologies for any inconvenience caused to you and your lovely companion by my innocent attempt to provide entertainment.’

The Doctor looked at Vorg’s pleading face, and felt himself feeling sorry for the Lurman. He was simply trying to make his way in life.

‘Don’t worry, Vorg,’ he said, ‘the Miniscope is destroyed. I don’t think the Time Lords need to know anything about it.’

‘I thank you from the bottom of my vascular system. In the spirit of good will between our two peoples, please accept this small token.’


‘Oh dear,’ muttered the Doctor, Vorg’s gift draped across his arms.

‘Oh, Doctor,’ said Jo, perched against the TARDIS console, ‘I know it’s not quite your style, but it was a very kind thing for Vorg to do.’

‘I suppose it was,’ he conceded, walking through the inner doors and heading down the roundelled corridor.

He hung Vorg’s coat in the wardrobe. The red and orange fabrics of the main body clashed horribly with its patches of green, blue, yellow, pink and tweed. He shook his head at the aquamarine pockets and the lemon cuffs. ‘I’ll never wear it though.’

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