#the forth generation

9: Doris! Wonderful Doris! It's been good to catch up. Where's she off to now?

Brig: First Edinburgh, then Glasgow; between you and me, she's getting a little impatient. A few days flying solo, seeing the sights... do us both a world of good.

9: I reckon she keeps you in fighting order!

Brig: Well, I s'pose you'll be off now, too, back into that dratted police box of yours and away without so much as a word of notice.

9: will I? Why's that, then?

Brig: That is your TARDIS, lurking down that close. Although... looks a touch more battered than I remember!

9: Oi! Bit personal! Anyway... why would I just rush off?

Brig: because, you nearly always do! Leaving other people to pick up the pieces.

9: you've changed! Why can't I have changed, too?

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Brig: Doctor, I must ask... are you really happy traveling by yourself?

9: I said so, didn't I? (scoffs) You're never volunteering to jump on board.

Brig (laughs): oh, good heavens, no! No, that's a young person's game...

9: I was gonna say!

Brig: All the same... perhaps you need someone to keep you in fighting order, too. It's a tough old life, being alone. Took me a while to understand that, myself.

9: I'll.... think about it. Anyway, I've got lots of friends, all over this universe, and the next one, and the next, scattered about like stars in the sky! Brilliant, bright, and unique, all of them!

Brig: Alright, alright, alright, I don't doubt it.

9: Only one best friend, though.

Brig: Ah! Now, you'll make an old man blush.