“Look, I don’t see any other option–” the Doctor cut himself short when he caught sight of Bowman approaching. He waved him over with a huge grin. “Ah, Bowman! Perfect timing! I need to ask you for a favor.”
“No, you don’t!” Zepheera emphasized.
“Yes, I do!” the Doctor shot back, keeping his upbeat smile where it was.
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