Doctor Who, Spoor Excuse

        I dreamed I was aboard the TARDIS, and we were heading into a plague infested future. Large green spoor balls with tails of long slimy webbing were the source of the infection. We were trying to find a hidden and spoor ball free area to land.

        I was watching out the front door, as the TARDIS, for some reason, was unable to sense the spoor balls, even though we could see them clearly enough.

        “They have some sort of temporal damping effect.”

        “You mean a cloaking device.”

        “Something like that, yes”

        We found a large steel bridge that was under construction, it had a partially complete lower section. The bridge had a sort of ‘S’ bend to it and we decided to try inside. It looked pretty clean, but as we rounded the first turn I quickly pulled the door shut, as we’d almost run directly into one of the spore balls (they were about four foot around, and covered with three inch dimples like a golf ball.) I told the Doctor to keep the inner doors closed, as I wasn’t sure if we’d closed in time, I’d seen some of the dimples explode as we got near.

        The other companions, Donna, and another woman I don’t recognize, begged to let me in. The Doctor agreed with me, though, I might have been infected and we just couldn’t take the chance.

        “Too bad this doesn’t open up on a clean room, or an infirmary.”

        “Wait a moment, what did you say there?”

        “Open up on a clean room or an infirmary.”

        “That’s it, underground clean room. There’s an abandoned one under the Chatsworth Hills.” The Doctor spun some controls and we were off.

        “You’re just going to drop him off underground!” one of the women shouted.

        “Only until we’re sure he’s not infected.”

        “And if he is?”

        “We’ll figure something out. I am a Doctor.”

       

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