Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welc...mes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’ Hmmm… no mention of the reason for the closure: Some unorthodox practices amongst its staff which resulted in a police raid and. Cadee thanked god that the refs were right there watching, since as soon as the smaller man lost consciousness, the refs were there to pull them apart and rouse the fighters. As the bigger man strutted around, Cadee and the girls cheered instead for the spunky defeated fighter that had not given up. At first he was sullen, but after seeing that a group of a dozen attractive females were cheering his determined efforts on, he held his head a little higher and managed to give them a wry smile.. On the outside, it looked like a mere police call box (albeit a striking blue). In reality, it was a time machine. It could be described as bigger on the inside. And the Doctor was a Time Lord. In short: hes a Gallifreyan, a (pretty much extinct) species of time travelers who look like humans. Or humans look like them. Whatever. But there are some differences. Like they have two hearts. Or, instead of dying, they simply regenerate – the same person, with a new face, body, and personality. This. It was of the sort people wear when they wish to sleep."Seriously?" Wolfgang almost smiled as he took it from the man's fingers."Are you carrying a weapon, Herr Brandt?" the other man asked as he started the car."Yes," Wolfgang said."Very well," the driver nodded, checking traffic before pulling away. "Put the blindfold on." Right," Wolfgang sighed. "Wake me up when we get there."The drive would be a long one, although without looking at his watch Wolfgang could only guess at the passing.