The Thirteenth Doctor

Script by: Dylan Sutcliff

Art by: Dane Georges

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Remain seated until you are excused.

Remember, this class is required for graduation.

Do not underestimate this test. Pick up last

weeks graded quizzes on the way out.

For Wednesday read the first 28 chapters of Ezekiel and expect a test.

You’re dismissed.

Except Miss Mills, if you could

please stay for a moment.

Now, Miss Mills… Here is your last quiz, as you’ll

see you received a B, which we both know is

unacceptable.

Yes Professor. Sorry Professor.

Your scholarship to this Academy is contin-gent upon your marks. I don’t need to bother

the Headmaster with this matter, do I?

No--

Miss Mills. Please control

yourself.

You are not like your classmates…

You will do well to remember that.

Maybe Professor Kimaris threw her

a Quid so she can buy some new

socks.

Hey orphan! How does the Professor’s arse

taste?

I heard she doesn’t even have a scholar-

ship. She pays another way.

I don’t know what--I can’t! I can’t!

help

AH!

Who are you? Are you a bad

guy?

I...

Are those tears? Are you okay? Sor-ry if I frightened

you.

ER--

OH NO! I didn’t land on your cat

did I?

The TARDIS has been shotty lately, I wouldn’t

forgive myself if it flattened somthing

No, no! It’s okay, I don’t have a cat.

Well, mystery solved then! Glad I could be of ser-

vice! This was nice.

Wait! How did you do that? All of that-er-stuff?

That? It’s the TARDIS, time machine and all that,

boring stuff really.

The real question is, what do you have there?

Nothing! Just some, uh, medicine.

I know that look. I’ve seen that look on a thousand different faces-- some very

different.

Hand it over and let me have a looksy.

You don’t say?

Didn’t know I was attending a Pharm

Party today! You really should mention it on

the invitation next time. It’s common courtesy, you know?

Bottoms up!

No! You can’t!

No, you can’t. That’s the thing about you Humans, you’re fragile.

You can split the atom, you can write The Odyssey a thousand

different ways and a load of them are brilliant--but when it comes

down to it, all you need is one tiny thing...

Say, a chemical, or particularly fast piece of metal…

Or one, just one, small sliver of hopelessness. Then there’s me.

I’m that miracle you always hoped for against overwhelming doubt. Even when things are at their very

worst and every single thing around you is decimated, there’s

me, standing there with--

Oh no no no! This isn’t right at all! Where did you get

these?

Nicked ‘em.

OOF! This is a spicy one!

Oh my God!

Don’t worry, I can handle it. Here it comes!

Oh! disgusting…

Exactly.

I just saved your life! You’re welcome Miss…

Angela! No “Miss” please…

The Doctor! It’s a pleasure to meet you

Angela.

Doctor? Doctor who? You can’t be older

than 13!

Just The Doctor. And I’m older on

the inside. Well, “The Doctor,” thank you for saving

my life.Do you have a

girlfriend, Doctor?

Girlfriend? Blech.

Thank you! What’s your name?

Say…