Sarah Jane chuckled to herself. If this had been only a year ago, Stuart would've been the one intervening.
The doorbell rang. Sarah Jane put down her morning paper, heading for the door, and opened it.
A forty something man of about 6'4, dressed in a police uniform, accompanied by Clyde, stood before her. Hazel eyes and brown hair, nothing particularly remarkable there.
'Afternoon, officer. What seems to be the problem?'
'You ought to keep a closer eye on your kids, Mrs Langer,' he said, sounding like he'd had one too many cigarettes. 'He was caught trespassing around that recent crash site.'
Sarah Jane flashed Clyde a stern glare, for more than one reason.
'If it reoccurs, I'll be bringing him down to the station.'
'I understand. I'll have a few words with him.'
'All right. Thank you, Mrs Langer,' the officer said, turning back to his car.
Sarah Jane and Clyde headed into her house, shutting the front door behind them.
'Mrs Langer?'
'You wouldn't have blown up in my face, and besides, Mum still doesn't know about all of this.'
Sarah Jane sighed, shooting him a 'fair enough' look. She began up the stairs-
'What are you-'
In the attic, Sarah Jane and Clyde studied the image of the police officer on Mr Smith's screen.
'Stuart Norman Milligan. Joined the Ealing MPS in 1987. Has a high, but fair arrest record. He has resided in London since 1975.'
'Okay,' Sarah Jane said.
Pause.
'Why would the police be interested in something that could potentially be alien?' asked Clyde.
Another pause.
'What did Stuart actually arrest you for doing down there?'
The look in Clyde's eyes told Sarah Jane a fair deal.
'There was something there. I noticed it just as he caught me.'
Sarah Jane glanced at Mr Smith, then back at Clyde, smiling smugly.
'I thought so.'