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he wind rushed through Jo Grant’s shoulder-length blond hair as Bessie, the Doctor’s yellow vehicle, tore down the road with him at the wheel.

‘Hurry, Doctor! UNIT won’t be able to cope with the invading forces on their own!’

‘I’m going as fast as she will go, Jo. I’m sure the Brigadier and the UNIT chaps have it under control.’ he said calmly with his natural air of authority.

‘I’m sure they do, Doctor, but the Master worries me’, his companion replied.

‘Don’t worry; I reversed the polarity of the hydloscope. The Master won’t be able to leave in a hurry.’ he said with a twinkle in his eyes, smiling down at the pretty girl sitting next to him.

‘It’s strange to think you two used to be friends, now you seem to be enemies.’ she commented, thinking over the last few times she had come across the evil renegade Time Lord.

‘Yes, you could say went to school together…’

The street around them was quiet, very nearly empty and semi-rural with quaint little shops and cottages adorning each side. But suddenly there was a large banging sound, coming from Bessie’s engine. The whole front half of the car was quickly hidden by a vast cloud of grey smoke. The Doctor stamped on the brakes and the old car juddered to a halt. Jo coughed, the smoke filling her lungs. The Doctor meanwhile had jumped out of the car and revealed the engine. After battling with the smoke, to his horror, he soon saw that several engine parts had completely disintegrated.

‘Bessie my dear, how could you let me down now.’ he said saddened and frustrated.

‘What’s wrong, Doctor?’

‘The car has broken down, Jo,’ he said. ‘I can’t understand it, I built this engine with my own fair hands.’ the Doctor said, running a hand through his shock of white hair.

‘That probably explains it!’ Jo quipped to herself. The Doctor looked up from the bonnet of the car and gave her a serious look, but Jo could hardly contain her laughter.
 
The Doctor sighed. He gazed around desperately and until he saw a curious looking shop. The windows were darkened, though lots of bizarre antiques and junk could be seen. He turned to Jo.

‘I’m just going to see if this junk shop has any appropriate car parts, won’t be long.’ he said.

‘Car parts? You’d better not be there is an invasion going on anytime soon!’ Jo reminded him.
 
‘Thank you, Jo.’ hardly needing to be told.

He headed towards the shop, focusing his eyes in an attempt to see what was inside. When he stepped through the door, he entered another world. A world of dismembered furniture scattered around. Empty picture frames hanging on the walls along with an eclectic mess of other items. The Doctor’s eyes gazed around sharply; he could hardly decide what to look at. Finally, after a bit of hands-on rummaging in cardboard boxes, he found something that, with a little tinkering, would do just the job. And then he heard a voice. It broke the silence, startling him, he immediately stood up. He looked around but the source of the voice could not been seen. Probably at the back of the shop, hidden by all the junk, the Doctor guessed.

‘I’m off now, Mr Jenkins,’ the voice said. It was a woman’s voice, she sounded very young. A teenager, perhaps, the Doctor thought.

‘Alright, Sophie, enjoy your weekend.’ came another voice. It was a man’s voice, he sounded pretty friendly.

‘I will do.’ said Sophie. The girl quickly appeared. She was surprised to see the Doctor, a sign that they didn’t often get customers. The girl was young, nearly seventeen. She had long, brown, wavy hair and wore trendy clothes, and had her hair in pony tails, not helping her already youthful appearance.

‘Mr Jenkins, customer for you.’ she said loudly to the shop owner in the back. Sophie headed to the door and left. The Doctor could hear footsteps and sure enough there was Mr Jenkins. A portly, red-faced man, whose old fashioned and untidy clothes, made him seem years older than he actually was.
 
‘Ah, hello.’ the man said welcoming the Doctor.

‘Good afternoon,’ the Doctor replied, ‘I’m the Doctor. I understand this is somewhat of a long shot, but you don’t have any car parts by any chance?’

‘Car parts? Engine parts you mean. I’m sure we’ll have something in here,’ he said rather bemused by the stranger’s request.

‘Oh, good.’

‘Back in a few moments, maybe you’d like to have a rummage in some of those boxes for what you are looking for,’ the large man said pointing to a mountain of boxes.

‘Yes, alright,’ the Doctor said politely, though he didn’t wish to take up the task of looking through the huge array of boxes.  
 
 
 
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