I am making no profit. I intend no infringement. Mel and Dr Who belong to the BBC.
"A boat?" asked Mel, looking at a screen which obscured a concrete wall. Her finger traced golden boat, golden waves, golden drake. Louder, she said, "Harvis was a dry planet."
The Doctor stared at the royal insignia framed on another wall. "I don't think we're on Harvis," he answered, his brow wrinkled.
A uniformed person entered. He handcuffed the doctor and Mel, each to either side of a bench. Explaining neither boat, water, insignia, nor cuffs, he left. Mel asked, as if uninterrupted, "Why not?"
"They like me on Harvis," said the doctor, transfixed by the sight of the handcuff.