"You were thirteen. You climbed over the wall for a dare.
..Remind me what it was that you sensed when you entered this deserted house. An aura of intense evil?
..I can't stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and lost souls.
..And then there's unrequited love. And tyranny. And cruelty.
..We all have a universe of our own terrors to face."
- The Doctor, Ghost Light, Part 1 (October 4th 1989)
Written by Marc Platt
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