Doctor Who: Coldheart

'Is all your life one long fantasy?' mused Compassion.

'What?'

'You and your role-playing,' she said, without a smile. 'Spies, sleuths, cowboys, space captains. You're always pretending you're someone you're not.'

'Compassion, it's rude to criticise your host's planetary tectonics. Brevus, take no notice of her. Compassion is always looking for trouble. I prefer to take things as they come.' Ignoring the derisive snorts from both his companions, the Doctor shifted his sharp gaze forward of the sandcarв's bows once again. Suddenly his eyes narrowed. 'Is that Baktan?'

They were skinny, they wore strange clothes, they had oddly coloured hair. That was about it. And the Doctor talked a lot.