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With a familiar echoing sound effect, a TARDIS materialises in the hotel lobby-- but no, don't worry, it isn't a new Doctor arriving.
It's an old Doctor re-arriving. (But not old, you understand, as he's still a sprightly 756.)
The Fourth Doctor steps out, dressed from head to toe in safari beige, the outfit topped with a brown Stetson and an extra-long (even by his usual standards) camouflage scarf. Just to make things a bit stranger, he has a brown leather whip in one hand and a half-eaten ice cream cone in the other.
"Come on, then!" he calls back into the TARDIS, getting ice cream on his upper lip as he turns his head.
It's an old Doctor re-arriving. (But not old, you understand, as he's still a sprightly 756.)
The Fourth Doctor steps out, dressed from head to toe in safari beige, the outfit topped with a brown Stetson and an extra-long (even by his usual standards) camouflage scarf. Just to make things a bit stranger, he has a brown leather whip in one hand and a half-eaten ice cream cone in the other.
"Come on, then!" he calls back into the TARDIS, getting ice cream on his upper lip as he turns his head.