It was late-October and there was a crisp chill in the night air, an early autumn herald of the winter that was to come. It was the kind of chill that invigorates the spirit to walk a bit more spryly, to perhaps hum a tune to one’s self and cast a bedazzled eye to the star canopied sky above.
Shivering, the Doctor approached the front door. He reached into his jacket and began to withdraw his trusty sonic screwdriver. But he stopped and puzzled a moment.
Then he put the screwdriver back in his pocket and knocked on the door.
It was times like this that Strax really missed his flamethrower.
Oh, how he hoped they posed some kind of a threat.
Perhaps Strax was moved by the poor family’s plight.
“OK then,” said Courtney. “Off we go, boys!”