“Oh this is just great” the Doctor complains, “It’ll take forever to fix her up.” He stared at the poor thing. It looked like there was also disgust in his voice. “What are we going to do now, Doctor?” Clara asked, looking to her biggest hope. Before he could answer her, an animal trotted up. It was a silver, wolf, with gleaming white teeth that was spread in a creepy grin. “I say, do you need help with that?” a voice asked. The pair from the TARDIS looked around for the source of the voice. “Are you blind? I’m at yonder feet.” The Doctor and Clara looked down. And in fact the wolf was sitting at Clara’s feet. “I do beg your pardon, marm, if I’m intruding of private property, but by the way your ship came tumbling down like rain, I suspected there might me victims. I’m frightfully hungry.