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The door to Milliways opens and a boot toe steps through, pauses, and then turns around. But the door stays open, and a female voice, presumably one belonging to the boot, can be overheard.
"Oh Harry, really! Don't you want to see where this way leads?"
There's a pause, presumably as Harry replies.
"Fine then. Go appease your stomach," the voice says, sighing. "I'll continue along, with or without you. Oh don't you old girl me, Harry. I'll be fine. I've been aboard the TARDIS longer than you have, you know."
Finally the door shuts, but not before a young brunette dressed in a brown woolen sweater and a pair of nice trousers, all very posh in the late 1970s, walks through. She stops, blinks, and puts a hand on her head before turning around, opening the door, and stepping back out.
A few seconds later, the door opens again and Sarah Jane Smith steps back though. She shakes her head, still wide-eyed in disbelief.
"This...oh, this is barmy. A bar in the TARDIS? The Doctor has a lot of explaining to do when I...oh my!" She stares at a waitrat that passes by; it's unlike any alien species that she's seen before. "What is this place?"
Well then, there's no time like the present to explore. With a sigh, Sarah finally steps away from the door and heads towards the nearest patron.
"Oh Harry, really! Don't you want to see where this way leads?"
There's a pause, presumably as Harry replies.
"Fine then. Go appease your stomach," the voice says, sighing. "I'll continue along, with or without you. Oh don't you old girl me, Harry. I'll be fine. I've been aboard the TARDIS longer than you have, you know."
Finally the door shuts, but not before a young brunette dressed in a brown woolen sweater and a pair of nice trousers, all very posh in the late 1970s, walks through. She stops, blinks, and puts a hand on her head before turning around, opening the door, and stepping back out.
A few seconds later, the door opens again and Sarah Jane Smith steps back though. She shakes her head, still wide-eyed in disbelief.
"This...oh, this is barmy. A bar in the TARDIS? The Doctor has a lot of explaining to do when I...oh my!" She stares at a waitrat that passes by; it's unlike any alien species that she's seen before. "What is this place?"
Well then, there's no time like the present to explore. With a sigh, Sarah finally steps away from the door and heads towards the nearest patron.
