"You should see her sisters," He said, then frowned at her question, as if deep in thought, "If you fancy being aboard a doomed ship in the year 1912, be my guest, but we'll need the TARDIS, because, personally, I don't relish the idea of freezing to death,"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then dug in one pocket, pulling out a battered wallet, he flipped it at her playfully, tapping her lightly on the forehead, "I'm sure there's a place on board for the engine designer and...his intelligent new apprentice," He grinned, waving it at her, revealing the psychic paper inside.

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