Character: Romanadvoratrelundar. Page 1

The teacher once told Romana that she had no imagination. For the next week, she diligently imagined things falling on his head, just to prove how wrong he was.

When Romana first opened the TARDIS textbook, instructions for the alarm kettle fell out. The luck ended there.

She thought about it a little more. Oh yes. K-9, of course. It fits perfectly. And he even likes it.

- Oh, just perfect. The doctor pretended not to be impressed at all. - Then just shy.

He threw a stone into the river.

- And in the end, - the Doctor picked up, jumping briskly to his feet, - that we are already full of readiness to help.

“Which wouldn't have appeared here if you hadn't thought of it,” she snapped.

- Oh-oh, did you show it to the vet? - The doctor behaved so foolishly that Romana involuntarily giggled.

It would be worth talking to him. Rather, listen ... if you have enough stamina, - Romana fell silent, made sure that the Doctor was not within earshot, and modestly added: - You see, I am just his assistant.

These words were followed by a thud, a sigh, and then the air machine flew in silence.

- I'll tell you something about him, and this was not on any schedule. You can break any law if you want, and if you're smart enough you can get away with it.

- I'll tell you something about him, and this was not on any schedule. You can break any law if you want, and if you're smart enough you can get away with it.

- Ah, that's it. - Romana sent information to the junk: she clearly will never be useful to her.

“Where you are,” she said. - In your pocket.