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Time and The Doctor
by Andie J. P. Frankham

A figure lay on a bed. He was a young man, no more than twenty-five years of age, with black hair and a nose like a hawk. He continued to sleep peacefully while a doctor checked his vital signs.

The doctor was pleasantly surprised. The vital signs indicated that the young man was at peak health, despite the wound on the chest. Bearing that in mind he was forced to wonder why the young man was not waking up, and just who he was.

The doctor replaced the file at the end of the bed and walked out of the little room and over to a nearby phone. He picked the receiver up.

‘Hello? This is Sullivan, can you put me through to the Brigadier, please?’