"I'm sorry, sir. He passed away a few months ago. In his sleep. It was peaceful."
The Doctor clutches to the phone like a lifeline.
"He always made us pour you an extra brandy, if it makes you feel better."
It doesn't, not really, he used to like brandy but this body doesn't.
"Sir?"
The Doctor ends the call, because she doesn't understand the importance.
If the Brigadier saw the Doctor now, he would be disappointed. He ran instead of talking to people. The Brigadier'd try to make him face facts once, to fire Jo (how could he have thought of that) and he couldn't do it.
Coward, any day.
That way of doing things is over.
Done.
I'll do you proud, Brigadier.
I'm going to