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She sniffs a bit indignantly. “I haven’t needed anyone looking after me in a long time.” Completely denying the entire Ruby White incident. “That was my sonic. It’s a…

"I wish you wouldn’t." It was out of her mouth before she really had time to think about what she was saying. It didn’t make it any less true though. "You told me your goodbyes back in that skinny body with the hair." She makes a motion to indicate it sticking up. "If you’ll be here… For a time. I don’t see any reason for goodbyes."

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"Lead the way, Doctor," She shakes her head, willing to follow his instinct. "And no, I think he was built wonderfully, just if I replace his drive system with something more available to me on Earth, I’ll be able to fix him easier in the future. It’s not as though I have all of time and space to find parts in."

The Doctor started in the direction of the warehouse, hands shoved his his coat pockets. “That would work, but it would be a lot of unnecessary work for you, Sarah. I can leave you extra parts in case he breaks down again.” He chuckled.

"That would help, thank you." She says softly. It’s just not in her character to stay angry with him.  It feels so good to be with him again, even though she knows when he leaves, she’ll be broken - maybe even worse than before. "So what do you think it is? Why would they be here, in this abandoned town?"

"Remind me before I leave, then." He thought it over as he made his way towards the building. Nearly there. "Perhaps it’s a place where they can be out in the open with no one to worry about, or there’s something in this town’s history that attracted them, or need a place to take over the world undetected," Four suggested with a shrug.

"That makes sense." Sarah chuckles softly. "Wouldn’t it be nice to run into a group of aliens that’s not here with a world domination plot?  I think it would be quite a novelty." She follows along behind him, pushing aside everything else for the moment but what they’re doing. Loosing herself in the adventure of the moment.

“It would be a pleasant change,” he agreed, “but I doubt that will happen. At least I don’t have one,” Four muttered as he took hold of Sarah’s hand, gently pulling her along until they reach the entrance to the warehouse. “Let’s see if they’re home. Shall we?” He turned to grin at her.

"Are you going to tell me not to wander off?" She grins back and moves into the doorway of the building, peering through the darkness. "Yes, you’re one of the only ones I’m afraid. It seems as though, for a backward little planet, we garner more than our share of attention. You’d think there’d be more places to conquer than Earth.  Or do all the planets out there have the same troubles? I mean the ones we stopped on it seemed to be mainly internal strife with them."

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She sniffs a bit indignantly. “I haven’t needed anyone looking after me in a long time.” Completely denying the entire Ruby White incident. “That was my sonic. It’s a bit easier to hide than a screwdriver.”

She walks around the room, running her hand against the rondel like installation on the wall opposite the painting. “So no chasing Nessy through London this time?” She smiles. “This is so much like your old TARDIS… Well the main control room anyway.”

“Are you sure?” He asked in a quiet voice, shifting his gaze to the forgotten cane that was leaning against the wall. “Possibly. Less questionable.”

“Sadly, no. That was a one time deal, I’m afraid.” He chuckled, remembering. “Perhaps it is. Perhaps it isn’t. The circle-things, a long-time favorite. Does it bring back memories?”

Her unhappiness with how things had gone found odd times to rise.  She wished it wouldn’t. She hadn’t actually resented how things had turned out in a long long time.  It was over and done and she’d accepted it, but sometimes it just came out. “I got very good at not having anyone to depend on before the children started working with me, and afterwards, well they were still my responsibility ultimately.”

She shakes her head, pushing aside whatever residual emotion had risen in her. “Of course they do. I missed it. Them.” She smiles. “Less of the coral and glass that was popular with you later.”

"The joys of children," he chuckled. "Always were independent, Sarah. Think that increased over the years, with or without the children."

"Good ones, I hope." There were a mix of good and bad things that happened during their adventures, and he hoped what she was remembering the better ones. "Never cared for redecorating. Never liked it when I saw it next."

"Still a journalist, Sarah? Doing anything other than that?"

"I hesitate to call myself a journalist any more." She smiles slightly. "More often providing disinformation to keep the public calm - and I don’t even draw a salary for it.  Plus doing what we always did." She shrugs. "I think I’ve ended up doing more technology reviews than anything else of late when I do end up writing.  Oh and then there’s having my computer make certain that Nasa’s Mars probes don’t find the damned Osiran Pyramid."

"Oh Doc…" She shakes her head for almost forgetting. "I told you before, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world." She doesn’t add the rest. That it was worth getting her heart broken for.  Only she and Rose needed to know that.  Not that Rose had her heart broken in the end.

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"Lead the way, Doctor," She shakes her head, willing to follow his instinct. "And no, I think he was built wonderfully, just if I replace his drive system with something more available to me on Earth, I’ll be able to fix him easier in the future. It’s not as though I have all of time and space to find parts in."

The Doctor started in the direction of the warehouse, hands shoved his his coat pockets. “That would work, but it would be a lot of unnecessary work for you, Sarah. I can leave you extra parts in case he breaks down again.” He chuckled.

"That would help, thank you." She says softly. It’s just not in her character to stay angry with him.  It feels so good to be with him again, even though she knows when he leaves, she’ll be broken - maybe even worse than before. "So what do you think it is? Why would they be here, in this abandoned town?"

"Remind me before I leave, then." He thought it over as he made his way towards the building. Nearly there. "Perhaps it’s a place where they can be out in the open with no one to worry about, or there’s something in this town’s history that attracted them, or need a place to take over the world undetected," Four suggested with a shrug.

"That makes sense." Sarah chuckles softly. "Wouldn’t it be nice to run into a group of aliens that’s not here with a world domination plot?  I think it would be quite a novelty." She follows along behind him, pushing aside everything else for the moment but what they’re doing. Loosing herself in the adventure of the moment.

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Normally when he’d go running off, he wasn’t expecting to run into old companions - especially not her. Or the impact it would have on him.

So there he was, in a ghost town in the middle of nowhere, researching some aliens who had made their…

She stopped stalk still when she heard her name quite certain she was dreaming. Or maybe one of whatever was here had hit her in the head and knocked her cold. Wouldn’t have been the first time for that.  Her eyes widened as he skidded to a stop in front of her, her hand coming up but hesitating to touch him. “Is it… Is it really you?”

His own hand reached out to take hold of her outstretched one, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Sarah. It’s me.” It was good to hear her voice, to even see her again. “Jelly baby?” He offered, his free hand moving towards his pocket where he kept the candy.

God, how was she supposed to react. Laugh, cry, yell. Take the jelly baby and spit in his eye.  His touch made her shiver. “It’s you.” She worried her lip with her teeth. It was painfully obvious that he hadn’t expected to see her again. Meeting her was simply coincidence. This wasn’t a heartfelt reunion. There was something about that reality that made her heart ache and her stomach twist.

Still it wouldn’t do to let him see that. She forced a smile and nodded, taking the candy he offered, in an effort to restore normality. “I don’t need to ask what brought you.” She was proud of how steady her voice sounded, how normal. “Same thing that K-9 had me looking into.  Alien infestation?”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at her expression, his eyes searching her face. Something didnt seem right; had he done something wrong? She didn’t seem all too happy at the moment, though she did take the candy so he took that as a good sign.

Popping a few pieces into his mouth, he gave a nod. His eyes lightened up at the mention of his - well, her - dog. “How is he, how is K-9? But yes, alien infestation. Been here for a while, but only recently been active after being dormant.”

"K-9… Needs repair or he’d be here with me." Sarah frowned. "It’s hard to find the right parts for him.  I’ve had to beg the Brigadier more than once." She chewed the candy, "All he knew was there was an active alien presence, I was going to check it out and tip UNIT off if I couldn’t manage on my own."

There, that sounded normal didn’t it? He had no idea. No idea that he’d left her in Aberdeen. No idea that she’d had no money, so had to depend on the Brigadier to get her home.  How hard it had been to readjust.  How she’d had to live off her Aunt’s good will and the Brigadier’s kindness of making her the UNIT ‘media relations officer’ for a time, until she mended fences with Clorinda.

The bus tickets. Burst pipes. Trying to be normal when you didn’t feel as though you fit any more. She still didn’t.

She’d just gotten good at faking it.

Even when she looked for him everywhere. Always straining to hear the sound of the TARDIS.

She’d almost gotten over him.  Almost stopped looking. Then she’d moved to Moreton Harwood and received K-9.

'Give Sarah Jane my fondest love.' That's all it had taken and she'd been back on the same hook.  Looking. Wondering if he'd come back. Hadn't he said he would. He never said goodbye, only until we meet again.

His eyebrows furrowed at the news of his condition, a feeling of concern and disappointment crossing his features. “I have the parts needed to fix him in the TARDIS. What’s wrong, exactly?” He inquired.

“Sarah Jane, begging>? Now there’s a sight one doesn’t see everyday,” he said, half mocking, half teasing. My, good thing he likes you.” He grinned at that, giving her hand a squeeze as he returned the candy to his pocket. “Shall we join up, for old times sake? It would go my h quicker,” he proposed.

The Doctor watched her carefully, a frown replacing the grin. “Sarah..? Is something wrong? He hasn’t shut down completely, has he?” He was worried, both for K-9 and for Sarah.

"No, he just can’t move… forward." It came out almost as a bark of laughter, how much more appropriate of metaphor for where she found herself could there be. "I was considering replacing his drive system with something a little more terrestrial, but it’s even less dependable than what he’s got now."

She needed to get control of her emotions. “Yes, I think it’s a very good idea. Us teaming up.” One last time, one last adventure and this time she would demand he say goodbye. Maybe that would be enough to let her move on. To let her settle back into this life she’d been left with.

He laughed at that, imagining it. He should feel sorry for the dog, not laugh at him. “Are you saying he was built improperly?” He replied, defensively. He built K-9 with care, precision and love.

“Wonderful. I’m tempted to go visit the Brigadier now, like old times. Say, let’s check out that building over there,” he pointed to an a banded factory warehouse down the ways of them. “Unless you’d prefer one of the closer buildings.”

"Lead the way, Doctor," She shakes her head, willing to follow his instinct. "And no, I think he was built wonderfully, just if I replace his drive system with something more available to me on Earth, I’ll be able to fix him easier in the future. It’s not as though I have all of time and space to find parts in."

The Doctor started in the direction of the warehouse, hands shoved his his coat pockets. “That would work, but it would be a lot of unnecessary work for you, Sarah. I can leave you extra parts in case he breaks down again.” He chuckled.

"That would help, thank you." She says softly. It’s just not in her character to stay angry with him.  It feels so good to be with him again, even though she knows when he leaves, she’ll be broken - maybe even worse than before. "So what do you think it is? Why would they be here, in this abandoned town?"

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Normally when he’d go running off, he wasn’t expecting to run into old companions - especially not her. Or the impact it would have on him.

So there he was, in a ghost town in the middle of nowhere, researching some aliens who had made their…

She stopped stalk still when she heard her name quite certain she was dreaming. Or maybe one of whatever was here had hit her in the head and knocked her cold. Wouldn’t have been the first time for that.  Her eyes widened as he skidded to a stop in front of her, her hand coming up but hesitating to touch him. “Is it… Is it really you?”

His own hand reached out to take hold of her outstretched one, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Sarah. It’s me.” It was good to hear her voice, to even see her again. “Jelly baby?” He offered, his free hand moving towards his pocket where he kept the candy.

God, how was she supposed to react. Laugh, cry, yell. Take the jelly baby and spit in his eye.  His touch made her shiver. “It’s you.” She worried her lip with her teeth. It was painfully obvious that he hadn’t expected to see her again. Meeting her was simply coincidence. This wasn’t a heartfelt reunion. There was something about that reality that made her heart ache and her stomach twist.

Still it wouldn’t do to let him see that. She forced a smile and nodded, taking the candy he offered, in an effort to restore normality. “I don’t need to ask what brought you.” She was proud of how steady her voice sounded, how normal. “Same thing that K-9 had me looking into.  Alien infestation?”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at her expression, his eyes searching her face. Something didnt seem right; had he done something wrong? She didn’t seem all too happy at the moment, though she did take the candy so he took that as a good sign.

Popping a few pieces into his mouth, he gave a nod. His eyes lightened up at the mention of his - well, her - dog. “How is he, how is K-9? But yes, alien infestation. Been here for a while, but only recently been active after being dormant.”

"K-9… Needs repair or he’d be here with me." Sarah frowned. "It’s hard to find the right parts for him.  I’ve had to beg the Brigadier more than once." She chewed the candy, "All he knew was there was an active alien presence, I was going to check it out and tip UNIT off if I couldn’t manage on my own."

There, that sounded normal didn’t it? He had no idea. No idea that he’d left her in Aberdeen. No idea that she’d had no money, so had to depend on the Brigadier to get her home.  How hard it had been to readjust.  How she’d had to live off her Aunt’s good will and the Brigadier’s kindness of making her the UNIT ‘media relations officer’ for a time, until she mended fences with Clorinda.

The bus tickets. Burst pipes. Trying to be normal when you didn’t feel as though you fit any more. She still didn’t.

She’d just gotten good at faking it.

Even when she looked for him everywhere. Always straining to hear the sound of the TARDIS.

She’d almost gotten over him.  Almost stopped looking. Then she’d moved to Moreton Harwood and received K-9.

'Give Sarah Jane my fondest love.' That's all it had taken and she'd been back on the same hook.  Looking. Wondering if he'd come back. Hadn't he said he would. He never said goodbye, only until we meet again.

His eyebrows furrowed at the news of his condition, a feeling of concern and disappointment crossing his features. “I have the parts needed to fix him in the TARDIS. What’s wrong, exactly?” He inquired.

“Sarah Jane, begging>? Now there’s a sight one doesn’t see everyday,” he said, half mocking, half teasing. My, good thing he likes you.” He grinned at that, giving her hand a squeeze as he returned the candy to his pocket. “Shall we join up, for old times sake? It would go my h quicker,” he proposed.

The Doctor watched her carefully, a frown replacing the grin. “Sarah..? Is something wrong? He hasn’t shut down completely, has he?” He was worried, both for K-9 and for Sarah.

"No, he just can’t move… forward." It came out almost as a bark of laughter, how much more appropriate of metaphor for where she found herself could there be. "I was considering replacing his drive system with something a little more terrestrial, but it’s even less dependable than what he’s got now."

She needed to get control of her emotions. “Yes, I think it’s a very good idea. Us teaming up.” One last time, one last adventure and this time she would demand he say goodbye. Maybe that would be enough to let her move on. To let her settle back into this life she’d been left with.

He laughed at that, imagining it. He should feel sorry for the dog, not laugh at him. “Are you saying he was built improperly?” He replied, defensively. He built K-9 with care, precision and love.

“Wonderful. I’m tempted to go visit the Brigadier now, like old times. Say, let’s check out that building over there,” he pointed to an a banded factory warehouse down the ways of them. “Unless you’d prefer one of the closer buildings.”

"Lead the way, Doctor," She shakes her head, willing to follow his instinct. "And no, I think he was built wonderfully, just if I replace his drive system with something more available to me on Earth, I’ll be able to fix him easier in the future. It’s not as though I have all of time and space to find parts in."

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Normally when he’d go running off, he wasn’t expecting to run into old companions - especially not her. Or the impact it would have on him.

So there he was, in a ghost town in the middle of nowhere, researching some aliens who had made their…

She stopped stalk still when she heard her name quite certain she was dreaming. Or maybe one of whatever was here had hit her in the head and knocked her cold. Wouldn’t have been the first time for that.  Her eyes widened as he skidded to a stop in front of her, her hand coming up but hesitating to touch him. “Is it… Is it really you?”

His own hand reached out to take hold of her outstretched one, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Sarah. It’s me.” It was good to hear her voice, to even see her again. “Jelly baby?” He offered, his free hand moving towards his pocket where he kept the candy.

God, how was she supposed to react. Laugh, cry, yell. Take the jelly baby and spit in his eye.  His touch made her shiver. “It’s you.” She worried her lip with her teeth. It was painfully obvious that he hadn’t expected to see her again. Meeting her was simply coincidence. This wasn’t a heartfelt reunion. There was something about that reality that made her heart ache and her stomach twist.

Still it wouldn’t do to let him see that. She forced a smile and nodded, taking the candy he offered, in an effort to restore normality. “I don’t need to ask what brought you.” She was proud of how steady her voice sounded, how normal. “Same thing that K-9 had me looking into.  Alien infestation?”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at her expression, his eyes searching her face. Something didnt seem right; had he done something wrong? She didn’t seem all too happy at the moment, though she did take the candy so he took that as a good sign.

Popping a few pieces into his mouth, he gave a nod. His eyes lightened up at the mention of his - well, her - dog. “How is he, how is K-9? But yes, alien infestation. Been here for a while, but only recently been active after being dormant.”

"K-9… Needs repair or he’d be here with me." Sarah frowned. "It’s hard to find the right parts for him.  I’ve had to beg the Brigadier more than once." She chewed the candy, "All he knew was there was an active alien presence, I was going to check it out and tip UNIT off if I couldn’t manage on my own."

There, that sounded normal didn’t it? He had no idea. No idea that he’d left her in Aberdeen. No idea that she’d had no money, so had to depend on the Brigadier to get her home.  How hard it had been to readjust.  How she’d had to live off her Aunt’s good will and the Brigadier’s kindness of making her the UNIT ‘media relations officer’ for a time, until she mended fences with Clorinda.

The bus tickets. Burst pipes. Trying to be normal when you didn’t feel as though you fit any more. She still didn’t.

She’d just gotten good at faking it.

Even when she looked for him everywhere. Always straining to hear the sound of the TARDIS.

She’d almost gotten over him.  Almost stopped looking. Then she’d moved to Moreton Harwood and received K-9.

'Give Sarah Jane my fondest love.' That's all it had taken and she'd been back on the same hook.  Looking. Wondering if he'd come back. Hadn't he said he would. He never said goodbye, only until we meet again.

His eyebrows furrowed at the news of his condition, a feeling of concern and disappointment crossing his features. “I have the parts needed to fix him in the TARDIS. What’s wrong, exactly?” He inquired.

“Sarah Jane, begging>? Now there’s a sight one doesn’t see everyday,” he said, half mocking, half teasing. My, good thing he likes you.” He grinned at that, giving her hand a squeeze as he returned the candy to his pocket. “Shall we join up, for old times sake? It would go my h quicker,” he proposed.

The Doctor watched her carefully, a frown replacing the grin. “Sarah..? Is something wrong? He hasn’t shut down completely, has he?” He was worried, both for K-9 and for Sarah.

"No, he just can’t move… forward." It came out almost as a bark of laughter, how much more appropriate of metaphor for where she found herself could there be. "I was considering replacing his drive system with something a little more terrestrial, but it’s even less dependable than what he’s got now."

She needed to get control of her emotions. “Yes, I think it’s a very good idea. Us teaming up.” One last time, one last adventure and this time she would demand he say goodbye. Maybe that would be enough to let her move on. To let her settle back into this life she’d been left with.

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"I set the kitchen on fire at home." She admits with mirth. "Mostly because Luke, my adopted son, was leaving for Oxford, but cooking is not my strong suit. I get distracted." She moves closer slightly. "And yes, very stubborn. Just like my heart, it…

"I think… I think someone knew I’d like to see you. This you." Sarah sighed. "I investigate odd things, occurances like we used to." She reaches in her pocket and pulls out her sonic lipstick then puts it back. "How I felt…" Pursing her lips, she cocked her head. "Have you met a young man named Clyde Langer?  He’s an artist."  Of all her friends, Clyde would have been the one most likely to have seen the Curator, to have put things together.  He liked to pretend as though he wasn’t clever, but he was and this ‘chance’ meeting just screamed of Clyde.

"I think there was a bit of a conspiracy to get me here, to imply that I needed to see the picture." She shakes her head. "If there was anything too dangerous, Luke would have never let me go on my own."

The name rang a bell but he couldn’t put a face to the name so he shook his head in reply. “Can’t say I have. Too many people come through here, too many calls.” He arched an eyebrow at the lipstick but didnt question it.

He made a sound at the back of his throat at the last bit. “Zygons aren’t here anymore, so there isn’t any danger. He is only looking after you.”

She sniffs a bit indignantly. “I haven’t needed anyone looking after me in a long time.” Completely denying the entire Ruby White incident. “That was my sonic. It’s a bit easier to hide than a screwdriver.”

She walks around the room, running her hand against the rondel like installation on the wall opposite the painting. “So no chasing Nessy through London this time?” She smiles. “This is so much like your old TARDIS… Well the main control room anyway.”

“Are you sure?” He asked in a quiet voice, shifting his gaze to the forgotten cane that was leaning against the wall. “Possibly. Less questionable.”

“Sadly, no. That was a one time deal, I’m afraid.” He chuckled, remembering. “Perhaps it is. Perhaps it isn’t. The circle-things, a long-time favorite. Does it bring back memories?”

Her unhappiness with how things had gone found odd times to rise.  She wished it wouldn’t. She hadn’t actually resented how things had turned out in a long long time.  It was over and done and she’d accepted it, but sometimes it just came out. “I got very good at not having anyone to depend on before the children started working with me, and afterwards, well they were still my responsibility ultimately.”

She shakes her head, pushing aside whatever residual emotion had risen in her. “Of course they do. I missed it. Them.” She smiles. “Less of the coral and glass that was popular with you later.”

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Normally when he’d go running off, he wasn’t expecting to run into old companions - especially not her. Or the impact it would have on him.

So there he was, in a ghost town in the middle of nowhere, researching some aliens who had made their…

She stopped stalk still when she heard her name quite certain she was dreaming. Or maybe one of whatever was here had hit her in the head and knocked her cold. Wouldn’t have been the first time for that.  Her eyes widened as he skidded to a stop in front of her, her hand coming up but hesitating to touch him. “Is it… Is it really you?”

His own hand reached out to take hold of her outstretched one, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Sarah. It’s me.” It was good to hear her voice, to even see her again. “Jelly baby?” He offered, his free hand moving towards his pocket where he kept the candy.

God, how was she supposed to react. Laugh, cry, yell. Take the jelly baby and spit in his eye.  His touch made her shiver. “It’s you.” She worried her lip with her teeth. It was painfully obvious that he hadn’t expected to see her again. Meeting her was simply coincidence. This wasn’t a heartfelt reunion. There was something about that reality that made her heart ache and her stomach twist.

Still it wouldn’t do to let him see that. She forced a smile and nodded, taking the candy he offered, in an effort to restore normality. “I don’t need to ask what brought you.” She was proud of how steady her voice sounded, how normal. “Same thing that K-9 had me looking into.  Alien infestation?”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at her expression, his eyes searching her face. Something didnt seem right; had he done something wrong? She didn’t seem all too happy at the moment, though she did take the candy so he took that as a good sign.

Popping a few pieces into his mouth, he gave a nod. His eyes lightened up at the mention of his - well, her - dog. “How is he, how is K-9? But yes, alien infestation. Been here for a while, but only recently been active after being dormant.”

"K-9… Needs repair or he’d be here with me." Sarah frowned. "It’s hard to find the right parts for him.  I’ve had to beg the Brigadier more than once." She chewed the candy, "All he knew was there was an active alien presence, I was going to check it out and tip UNIT off if I couldn’t manage on my own."

There, that sounded normal didn’t it? He had no idea. No idea that he’d left her in Aberdeen. No idea that she’d had no money, so had to depend on the Brigadier to get her home.  How hard it had been to readjust.  How she’d had to live off her Aunt’s good will and the Brigadier’s kindness of making her the UNIT ‘media relations officer’ for a time, until she mended fences with Clorinda.

The bus tickets. Burst pipes. Trying to be normal when you didn’t feel as though you fit any more. She still didn’t.

She’d just gotten good at faking it.

Even when she looked for him everywhere. Always straining to hear the sound of the TARDIS.

She’d almost gotten over him.  Almost stopped looking. Then she’d moved to Moreton Harwood and received K-9.

'Give Sarah Jane my fondest love.' That's all it had taken and she'd been back on the same hook.  Looking. Wondering if he'd come back. Hadn't he said he would. He never said goodbye, only until we meet again.

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