Tim's Story
Tim looked up as the man and woman entered the comic book shop. He was wearing a brown pinstripe suit and brown coat. She was a blond girl wearing the typical costume of those that lived on the city estates.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Ah, yes," said the man. "I'm looking for a comic."
"Any one in particular?"
"Hmmm…I was looking for one from the seventies."
"What," Tim tried to reply.
"It contained a story by John Smith…I think it was in a publication called-,"
"Spaced Out."
"Bingo!"
"Have you got a copy?" asked the girl.
"Erm…I'm not sure, I'll have to take a look out back. If you just wait there a moment."
Tim disappeared into the back of the shop, through a dark blue door above which was nailed a wooden sign with the words police call box painted on it.
"That's odd," said Rose, pointing it out.
"Probably a fan of the series," replied the Doctor, absentmindedly flicking through the comics on show. "Ooh, this one is new. I didn't know they'd made one of than incarnation."
"So that fop is you?"
"Used to be."
"Don't you think he look like-,"
"Nah. Only a vague resemblance…you get some doubles in several million years."
"Doctor," Rose tapped him on the shoulder. "Did you just see what passed by the window?"
"What?"
"I think it was one of those creatures."
Tim emerged from the back room holding up the comic sealed in a plastic dust cover.
"I've got it! Hey," he called out as the two customers rushed out the door.
The Doctor popped his head round the door for a fleeting moment.
"Sorry, got to go…I'll be back."