Woman into plane

The Doctor turned as the Toymaker waved an ornate ring in front of the mirror. An aerial view of the chess board materialised. The viewpoint was rarely still, however, and the Doctor began to feel nauseous trying to stay focused. The Toymaker was shaking his head.

'I fear, dear Gaylord, that our pilot may not be all she was cracked up to be.‘

'I fear not, Lord,‘ LeFevre admitted.

'Dreadful at cribbage, too, Doctor. Bit of a time-waster I feel. Ah well. Let‘s change the camera.‘

(...)

Her attention was next caught by the drone of a model aeroplane diving towards them. Another glance from the Dymova stopped that in midair and it dropped like a stone to the ground, bouncing away before breaking in half.

Adric picked the bits up. It was made of balsawood and there was no sign of the little pilot figurine.

(...)

And hanging from the rafters was the shattered tail of a balsawood aeroplane.

Directly below it, lying on a black lacquered Chinese chair was the fuselage, a tiny toy pilot twisted and broken in the wreckage.

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Divided Loyalties, Round 3, Chapter 5