It was good to be back in his own city and century. Even after a week, the familiar landscape still made him feel a small thrill of security every time he beheld it.
And his new job was as fun as he could hope for, job-wise.
Go out, find people -he could afford more than just the lowest low, since they were just test subjects, not full-time slaves, and Koschei had ways to keep the police of his tail.
Time travelling space ships were fun like that.
Sing the victim into oblivion, lead them, stumbling and glassy-eyed -he always claimed a drunk date or friend- to the TARDIS.
Let the alien do his thing with them -he made sure he got them all back, no new floating heads appeared- wipe their memories, release them.Â
Probed by aliens. Who'd believe it?
He stood outside the TARDIS now, a dozing college-aged girl leaning on his shoulder.
Was she college-aged? He hoped so. People always reacted so much more strongly to kidnapping when the victim was underage...
