Don't judge a book... (A slightly naughty TTR drabble) 4-3-03 The TARDIS rocked wildly on its base, as though caught in a ferocious hurricane. Screams and muffled cries could be heard, although none seemingly from pain... The door slammed open, and The Doctor ran out, his multi-colored coat in tatters, his hair in sweaty dissarray. He ran towards the bar. Peri limped slowly into the daylight. She was breathing heavily, giving new definitions to the phrase "heaving bosum". "Oh, wow..." she sighed. "I never would have thought..." She slid soddenly to the ground. In the bar, a cigarette lit. "So, _that's_ what it's like..." said Frobisher, taking a drag.