The Doctor jumped over the flowered hedge and ran like fire. Because he was on fire. Well, his shoes were. He jumped and cannonballed into the fountain. He came up with a hiss, not of steam, but of pain, he lifted up one dripping Converse and stared at the ring of blisters on his bony ankle.
Donna pushed through the bushes behind him, wearing a flowered sarong, a purple bloom in her hair. She stood there with her hands on her hips and stared at him.
"So who's the genius now, hotshot?" He could still hear the sounds of the luau going on behind her. Polynesian statuary dotted the garden around them.
He held up his foot to her, looking pathetic.
"Yes, I see they're burned. That's what you get when you try to walk on burning coals in cloth shoes!"
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