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Shining

Darkness

MARK MICHALOWSKI

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Published in 2008 by BBC Books, an imprint of Ebury Publishing.

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© Mark Michalowski, 2008

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For Dave and Steve – good luck in Scotland!

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‘ Two and a half billion light years,’ said Donna Noble, her eyebrows raised and a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, ‘and you’ve brought me to an art gallery? ’

‘Two and a half million light years,’ corrected the Doctor, pulling Donna back out of the path of something that resembled an upright anteater, studded with drawing pins, trundling down the street, ‘and it’s not just an art gallery. ’ He sounded almost hurt.

‘If you’re going to tell me it’s “not just an art gallery”

because it’s got a shop that sells fridge magnets…’

‘It might,’ replied the Doctor, glancing away guiltily and tugging at his earlobe.

‘You,’ laughed Donna, ‘are so transparent, you know that?’

‘And you,’ cut in a deep, buzzy voice that sounded like a talking chainsaw, ‘are so in my way. ’

Donna turned: right next to them, smack bang in the middle of the broad pavement on which they stood, was a robot. Although it took Donna a few seconds to work that

out. From the waist up, it was like a bronze version of some Greek god, all bare metal muscles, jawline and attitude. From the waist down, however, it was a different story: instead of legs it had caterpillar tracks.