It had been there in the French port, Dave now realised, that things had begun to go wrong. They’d managed to get a good deal on a Le Shuttle crossing, an early Valentine’s special, and Anji had driven through the night to reach Calais for breakfast. Dave hurried after her, speculating – not for the first time – as to whether his long-time girlfriend had hidden powers of telepathy. Taking her back towards the centre of the city. She started walking again, quick but small steps ‘I’m really not sure Brussels was quite the right choice to be a Wild and Spontaneous Thing,’ moaned Anji, hugging her elegantly-cut designer coat tighter against the cold, drizzly wind. This year they had decided to do something about it, and their joint New Year’s resolution had been to do Wild and Spontaneous Things. After five years as an item, three living together, Dave and Anji had come to the conclusion that they were metamorphosing into some kind of off-the-shelf parody of a married couple long before their time. It had started the previous New Year’s Eve when Dave had spent the entire evening pedantically insisting that the new millennium wouldn’t actually begin until 1 January 2001 and the next 365 days hadn’t been any better. The first year of the so-called new millennium had been a rocky one for Dave Young and Anji Kapoor. It had been a mutual decision to shake up their dull routine with a short, unplanned holiday after the excitement and merrymaking of Christmas and NewYear they had quickly fallen back into the rut their relationship had descended into the previous year. The short break was not going according to plan. He let his quotation from the pocket guide go unfinished and attempted not to sigh audibly, knowing that it would only make things worse. ”’ Dave watched carefully as Anji’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a sure sign of annoyance. ‘ “Less than two feet tall, this charming Brussels icon was first cast in 1619, and gained his first clothes from Louis XV in 1747. ‘The Mannikin Pis,’ he announced, reading from the guide. Dave glanced at his fold-out tourist map of the city and nodded a confirmation to his puzzled girlfriend. The novelty fountain figure stood in an alcove in the wall of a building, protected by metal railings. Published by BBC Worldwide Ltd Woodlands, 80 Wood Lane London W12 0TT First published 2001 c Colin Brake 2001 Copyright The moral right of the author has been asserted Original series broadcast on the BBC c BBC 1963 Format Doctor Who and TARDIS are trademarks of the BBC ISBN 5 2 c BBC 2001 Imaging by Black Sheep, copyright Printed and bound in Great Britain by Mackays of Chatham Cover printed by Belmont Press Ltd, NorthamptonĬontents Close Encounters of the Third KindĬhapter One Close Encounters of the Third Kind ‘Is that it?’ If it hadn’t been for the small crowd of bemused, camera-clicking tourists Anji would probably have missed it completely: a small, dark, bronze statue of a naked little boy, happily urinating into the air. ![]() ? This is another in the series of original adventures for the Eighth Doctor. ![]() Can the Doctor find Dave before the alien contact proves fatal? Who are the secret agents keeping tabs on the rival Space Race teams? Will the Doctor’s mysterious blue box finally reveal its purpose? And does the Doctor, now truly a man without a past, have what it takes to stop the Kulan Invasion of Earth. But not all the parties are playing fairly members of an alien race called the Kulan are helping the Frenchman and at the far reaches of the Solar System their battle fleet awaits. Soon the Doctor, Fitz and Anji find themselves involved in a desperate contest between Pierre-Yves Dudoin and Arthur Tyler the Third, each determined to be the first privately funded man in space. The Doctor and Fitz are back together at last, but the Doctor is not the man he once was - which is a shame, because Fitz has promised Anji Kapoor that his old friend is Anji’s best hope of finding her alien-abducted boyfriend, Dave. ‘But, er, Doctor who?’ he added hopefully. ![]() ‘Yes, yes, yes, the Doctor, of course I am.’ The Doctor smiled, genuinely pleased to see a familiar face, even if for the moment he couldn’t quite put a name to it. ‘You’re the Doctor,’ replied Fitz, a slight frown worming its way onto his forehead. ‘You know me then?’ asked the Doctor, a little tentatively.
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