Grey figures

'Hello‘ said two dull voices behind them.

They turned to be greeted by two severe-looking humans, immaculately dressed, the man in a grey pinstripe suit and bowler hat, the woman in a tight grey sweater and skirt. Both wore horn-rimmed glasses and the man carried a newspaper and an umbrella.

They were the epitome of dullness. Greyness.

 'I‘m George. This is my wife, Margaret. We‘ve been sent to tell you to go on through. The man spoke in a flat monotone - as if the appearance of the Doctor and Millennia was the single most boring event ever to have happened. 'Delighted to finally meet you.‘ he added, sounding as if he meant anything but that.

'Don‘t keep him waiting,‘ said Margaret. 'He hates being kept waiting.‘

'Through there?‘ Millennia asked, her rational mind beginning to function again. She pointed at the gap in the wall.

That‘s right, thought the Doctor. Good girl - treat this as a problem to be solved, not a situation to panic about.

But George and Margaret were gone, like phantoms. It was as if they had never been there.

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Divided Loyalties, Round 2, Chapter 2