Book: Doctor Who: Shroud of Sorrow. Page 1

“I’m quite clear,” said the Doctor. “It’s not my fault that you don’t understand.

- My name is Lethbridge-Stewart! The stranger declared. - Brigadier Alistair Gord ... No, wait, wait ... It's 1963, right? He paused for a moment to count on his fingers. - Yes exactly! I'm Colonel Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. British army, old man!

“Yes, and, unfortunately, you’re doing just fine with her,” the Doctor sighed.

“By keeping me here, you will lose the planet.

“By keeping me here, you will lose the planet.

- What? No. It was called Bedlam, said the Doctor. - I spent my vacation there. Nice place to get used to roaring and gnashing of teeth. And the porridge there is good, if my memory serves me. Of course, things had gone down the drain by the time I came to visit Peter Street, who had gone mad during the design of the Globe Theater. He finished his work and leaned back, horror on his face. - Eleven o'clock.

- I'm serious!

“It's not about the ball itself,” Ben said. - It is important where I got it. On my first real date with Jane when I was 21 ...

“Once I had a dog that could do that. You'd be surprised how quickly an innovation wears out. He continued aiming the sonic screwdriver at Tess.

“I've been called by many names,” the stranger said, bending over to tickle Tess under the chin. “Theta Sigma, The Coming Storm and, for one awkward weekend, Mabel. He stood facing Mr. Parsons. “But most people just call me Doctor.

“I'd bet my butterfly on that,” said the Doctor.

- You don't work in a hospital, do you? She asked, stepping back. - You yourself are from the hospital. Psychiatry! Therefore, I cannot understand a word from your conversation!

“I'm pretty sure they're not from Mars,” the Doctor said. “And they're not green as far as I can tell. Although the aliens that are indeed from Mars are indeed green, which is interesting. But they are not small. They often w-w-w-w-hiss when they speak.

“I know,” the Doctor said, swallowing hard. - This is for me.