![]() Yappy, say goodbye to Craig and Stormageddon. I even tried singing to him last night.ĭOCTOR: Yeah, he did mention that he thought you were crying, too. You look awful.ĬRAIG: I haven't slept, have I? I still can't stop him crying. The Alignment of Exeter, what about that? One chance to see it, you said.ĭOCTOR: Well, I was on my way, you know. Very thoughtful, as that does happen.ĬRAIG: You were leaving. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on in case I forget who I am. While I deal with this awkward moment, you go and find your parents slash guardians. Yeah, coping.ĭOCTOR: Nobody panic, but I appear to be losing control.ĭOCTOR: Oops. (The Doctor is demonstrating a remote control helicopter to a group of children.)ĭOCTOR: It goes up tiddly up, it goes down tiddly down for only forty nine ninety nine, which I personally think is a bit steep, but then again it's your parents' cash and they'll only waste it on boring stuff like lamps and vegetables. The last thing I need right now is a patina of teleport energy. And what I am not doing is scanning for electrical fluctuations. What do you mean, farewell?ĭOCTOR: Just go. Can you do the shushing thing?ĭOCTOR: No, it only works once, and only on life forms with underdeveloped brains.ĬRAIG: Hang on. Goodbye, Stormageddon.ĬRAIG: No, no, wait, wait. I have nightmares about that face.ĭOCTOR: Ooo, nope, given up all that. Never mind that.ĬRAIG: No, you've noticed something. (The Doctor looks through the local paper.)ĭOCTOR: So this is me, popping in and popping out again. I get one crack at flying my TARDIS straight into it, if I get my dates right. One last thing, popping in to see you, then I'm off to the Alignment of Exedor.ĭOCTOR: Seventeen galaxies in perfect unison. I've been knocking about on my own for a bit. Is it the fridge? Are there aliens in my fridge?ĭOCTOR: I just want to see you, Craig! Cross my hearts. And next door, both sides, they're humans. I checked upstairs when we moved, it's real. That's a bit unfortunate.ĬRAIG: What are you here for? What's happening?ĬRAIG: You don't do that. You can't just call him Not Mum.ĭOCTOR: That's you. She needs a rest.ĭOCTOR: No, he's your dad. He's wondering where his mum is? Where is Sophie?ĬRAIG: She's gone away with Melina for the weekend. I don't even know when his nappy needs changing, and I'm the one supposed to be his dad. What are you doing here anyway?ĭOCTOR: Yes, he likes that, Alfie, though personally he prefers to be called Stormageddon, Dark Lord Of All.ĬRAIG: Of course you do. He laughs at Daisy's Wild Ride.)ĭOCTOR: So, what did you call him? Will I blush?ĬRAIG: No, we didn't call him the Doctor.ĬRAIG: He's called Alfie. (The Doctor is flicking through the books on the table. That's what this weekend's about, trying to prove to people I can do this one thing well. You read all the books, and they tell you you'll know what to do if you follow your instincts. Believe me, I've checked.ĭOCTOR: Same difference. I mean, do they have off switches?ĭOCTOR: Human beings. Which is so unfair, because I can't cope on my own with him. Because no one thinks I can cope on my own. (She pulls back the curtain to reveal - a Cyberman!) ĬRAIG: Yes, I meant on my own with the baby. SHONA: Hello, who's in there? ĭOCTOR: Whatever you are, get off this planet.ĬRAIG: You've woken him! You're not on your own.ĭOCTOR: Increased sulphur emissions. (He runs inside and heads upstairs with the sonic screwdriver.) ĭOCTOR: On your own, you said. (The Doctor turns to leave, then the lights flicker.) How are you?ĭOCTOR: This is the bit where I say I'm fine too, isn't it? I'm fine, too. Thought it was about time I tried one out. How could she phone you?ĭOCTOR: How could who phone me? Nobody phoned me, I'm just here. No one is coming to help me.ĬRAIG: Mum, I'm going to have to call you back. Two minutes, okay? ĬRAIG: Mum, it's not just you. SHONA: Hello? Sorry, we need to close up. (One of the cubicle curtains moves in the flickering light.) (There are garments and accessories scattered everywhere.) And I may have drawn some arrows in the fridge.ĬRAIG: You really have to go now. SOPHIE: And your Mum, and my Dad, and you know, just some people.ĬRAIG: I can cope on my own. ![]() SOPHIE: And I've labelled the food and sort of numbered it.ĬRAIG: Sophie, you don't need to number food. KELLY: When's the council going to fix this? Last night my telly went off in the middle of Top Model. The Sanderson & Grainger department store sign and the street lights are flickering in the pedestrian area outside.
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