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Chapter Two
 mm money?' questioned the Doctor, optimistically checking his trouser and coat pockets.
'Yeah, if you want to hire the ship it’s gon-na cost ya.'
'I don’t carry currency on my person.' he told the alien.
'Well, I can’t help you.' the alien replied, shrugging his shoulders.
'Young man, this is a matter of grave importance.'
'You said Space Rats?'
'I did.'
'She’ll be fine. I know them. They’re a lit-tle cra-zy but…'
'But what?' The Doctor jumped in.
'You know…'
'No I do NOT!'
'They’re ex-hi-bi-tio-nists.'
'Ah flyboys!'
'And girls.'
'I see, I see.' replied the Doctor, trying to calm himself. 'So, you think she’ll be…'
'She’ll be fine, they’ll give her a tour, a few stunts, she’ll come back feelin’ a bit sick and wobbly on her feet.'
'Yes, maybe, maybe. But I do worry so.'
'Sure. I’m Kobeck, by the way.' said the vibrant alien, holding out one of his eight hands.
'Oh, yes, the Doctor.' replied The Doctor, shaking the limb, whilst looking towards the docking bay.
'Come and have a cup of tea, whilst you wait?' offered the Zolan.
'Tea?'
'Yeah, don’t sound so sur-prised. We have tea.'
'Well,' began the Doctor, once again checking towards the docking bay, 'I suppose that would be quite delightful.' he admitted, cordially accepting the invitation.
'Come on up!'
The Doctor once again glanced towards the docking bay and pulled an exasperated face before climbing the stairs into the craft.
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The three X type fighter’s shot across the star dotted Solar System. Although a traveller herself Susan had never been just reinforced glass away from the coldness of space. She marvelled at the stars and the formation of the Milky Way in the distance.
'This is breathtaking.' she gushed.
'Is it?' replied Dean.
'Yes, don’t you think? The stars, the space, the freedom.'
'Yeah, I guess. I suppose I’m use to it.'
'It’s all beautiful.'
Dean laughed.
'What’s so funny?'
'You’re enthusiasm.' replied Dean.
'Is it contagious?' she asked.
'Erm, no, not yet. So where do you and your Grandfather come from?'
Susan paused, thinking before giving her answer.
'Oh nowhere in particular.'
'Earth?'
'No. But we have been there.'
'You’re not fugitives are you?'
Susan shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
'Nah, you’re too sweet for that.' said Dean when he received no reply.
'Do you think so?' flushed Susan.
'Sure.'
Nola voice came over the intercom. 'Dean. Fancy trying the Amelda manoeuvre?'
'Sounds good. Sound good to you Susan?'
'I guess.'
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