Sarah Jane blinks at the stick in his hand. Where had that come from? More to the point, what was that?
But there's little time to ask any questions of Dennis. This boy is just about as difficult to keep up with as the Doctor. She shrugs, apologetic grin written all over her face, and runs after him towards the stacks.
Biographies, it seems - a good place for a word devouring monster given the thick volumes on people's lives. A young woman, university aged and wearing thick glasses, stares at the duo in shock.
"I... I thought no... what's it then... oh, those things people have! On... on... on strings! Not allowed." She points down at a messy pile of papers and books in shock. "My books! It'll take forever to... to, oh... to straighten up!"
Sarah Jane grins at Dennis. Enthusiasm really was catching. "Looks like we're getting warmer."
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But there's little time to ask any questions of Dennis. This boy is just about as difficult to keep up with as the Doctor. She shrugs, apologetic grin written all over her face, and runs after him towards the stacks.
Biographies, it seems - a good place for a word devouring monster given the thick volumes on people's lives. A young woman, university aged and wearing thick glasses, stares at the duo in shock.
"I... I thought no... what's it then... oh, those things people have! On... on... on strings! Not allowed." She points down at a messy pile of papers and books in shock. "My books! It'll take forever to... to, oh... to straighten up!"
Sarah Jane grins at Dennis. Enthusiasm really was catching. "Looks like we're getting warmer."