In the dark, a figure made its way across the damp lawn. A silhouette against the fog, stumbling over ditches and tufts of grass, as it approached the old stone cottage. The gate groaned in the chill air as it was pushed back on its hinges against the picket fence. A cold, grey fist reached out to rap on the front door.
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Wonderful introduction of the Doctor, too.
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