Doctor Who: Demontage

'Don't worry.' The voice was quiet, both silky and slightly husky at the same time. 'He can afford it.'
The Doctor turned, wondering vaguely why people kept talking to his back. Was it somehow more attractive than his front? How would he tell?

'Anyway, who would want to kill you?'
'You'd be surprised,' the Doctor said as he took the envelope. 'I often am.'

It showed a tall man wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a long dark coat. A multicoloured scarf was wound round his neck several times, and the space between scarf and hat seemed to be almost entirely occupied by huge tombstone teeth, big nose and golf-ball eyes. Brown curly hair was apparently trying to push the hat off the man's head as it escaped from beneath.

The Doctor was already examining one of the devices, peering closely at the prong, sighting along it, umm-ing and ah-ing. He nodded knowingly, lips pursed.
'So what is it?' Sam asked him.
'No idea,' he confessed.

The Doctor was in an upbeat mood as he approached the exhibition. He was humming a tune from the opera they had seen, smiling at the few people he saw. The further he got from the main hotel/casino complex, the fewer people he did see. Most, he guessed, would be staying close to 'home' and safety. To them these were unsettling, worrying times.To the Doctor, of course, it was pretty much business as usual.

This guy calls himself the Doctor.'
'The Doctor?' Stabilo was astonished. 'Tall and naive-looking with curls of brown hair and a tailor nobody can have recommended?'
'That's him.'

It took the Doctor only a short while to satisfy himself that Sam was suffering no ill effects from her incarceration in the painting. Then he hugged her tight, just for a second. Fitz shuffled his feet, embarrassed, while (...)