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"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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He nodded, "Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate that," he said, "Since there's very little change we'd get a lifeboat, well, no, very little chance I'd get a lifeboat, and I have no intention of dying any time soon," He said with a grin, "C'mon, let's go find the TARDIS,"
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The Doctor fitted his key into the lock and swung the door open, he was on the verge of stepping inside when he stopped, stepped out again and began studying the 'p' of 'Police Box'. He frowned, but apparently whatever that had been bothering him had proved wrong, because he straightened up and went inside, making a beeline for the console.
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Lucy walked with him through the streets until they reached the spot where they had left the TARDIS. She stopped as the Doctor looked up and wondered what was bothering him but followed him inside and made her way over to the console in the centre and leaned against one of the panels.
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The Doctor made a few minor adjustments, hoping to take them a few yards in the present, and not a few hundred years in the future. The wheezy groan told him that they were dematerialising and reappearing almost simultaneously inside a second class room on board the Titanic.
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Lucy watched the Doctor and he started the TARDIS up. A few moments later, she heard the familiar sound and knew that they would soon be at their new destination. She looked at the doctor and headed towards the doors of the TARDIS and opened them and stepped out and looked around the room they had landed in.
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"Cushy," The Doctor said, "Nice carpet," He grinned, and moved to look out of the little porthole window, he couldn't see much, the window was only small.
He checked in the mirror and made a half-hearted swipe at tidying up his hair and straightening his tie, "All right," He said cheerily, "Shall we?"
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