DR. CONSTANTINE'S GAS MASKS
Hundreds of recently manufactured gas masks, guaranteed to work with out-of-this-world excellency!
All proceeds will benefit London orphans.
"I'm not an orphan!" Jaime protested, stomping his foot.
"There isn't enough room in the ad space to write "London orphans, one non-orphan and his mummy", sweetie," said Nancy, turning to smile at Jaime and ruffle his hair. "But you will never be an orphan ever again."
Dr. Constantine smiled at the two of them as Nancy pulled her son into her arms and held him tight.
Alas, the moment was interrupted by a crash.
Dr. Constantine and Nancy came running to find a little girl on the floor next to a banana peel and a smashed glass bottle.
"Thank you for being helpful, but next time have one of the bigger kids carry that for you, okay, Eugenia?" said Nancy, holding back a sigh.
"My name is Rose!" protested the little girl. "Guess what, Miss Nancy! I can read that bottle! It says "e-t-h-e-r"!"
Dr. Constantine shook his head with a smile, picking up Eugenia- excuse me, Rose- and carrying her away from the broken bottle of anaesthetic. "I can already tell," he said fondly, "that inviting you all to move in is the best decision I've ever made."
"Wait," said Nancy. "We just got back here. So where did the banana peel come from?"
Three thousand years away, a doofy-looking litterer with big ears was having a dance party in the TARDIS, without a care in the world.
Because after they stopped hugging each other, they had a bunch of gas masks lying around, and I always wondered what they did with them!
Also, the Doctor can be quite irresponsible at times. (We don't know what happened to that banana, so of course he ate it!)
(The explosion occurred on January 20th, 1941.)
This story is dedicated to my beloved Nine, whose actor showed me in this episode that there were other people who could imagine what it is like to feel the sorrow and joy of the world as though it were your own. And that is how I became a Whovian.