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Doctor Who?

Tina gulped as she pulled the front door to behind her. Quickly she darted out from the shelter of her home and towards the mailbox as she did once a week nowadays. It was just too dangerous.

As she pulled out the letters a honking filled her ears and her face turned white with dread. Terror siezed her as the yellow volkswagen beetle honked and accelerated heading straight for her, no one behind the wheel yet steering still.

She stumbled backwards panicking and tripped over the slightly raised curb. She scrambled backwards as it hurtled towards her. This is it, she thought drearily screwing her eyes up so she didn’t see it happen.

The car suddenly screeched and she opened her eyes as a series of bangs filled her ears. The car stopped inches from her, sparks still flying from the bonnet. She looked behind her and saw a man in a brown trench coat, suit and tie holding a silver stick with a glowing end towards the car.

“Who are you?”

“I’m The Doctor”

“Doctor Who?”

“Just The Doctor”

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