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[OOM: Shetland is for ponies, not Cybermen. What do you do with several hundred of the things until it's time to use them?]
The door opens from a rather grubby-looking transportation terminal of some kind in Scotland. Brushing some of the harbourside damp out of his hair, Wells steps into Milliways. "Boats again," he mutters. "I fucking hate boats."
The door opens from a rather grubby-looking transportation terminal of some kind in Scotland. Brushing some of the harbourside damp out of his hair, Wells steps into Milliways. "Boats again," he mutters. "I fucking hate boats."