“Oh! I’m sorry, sir!” says a slim olive hand as it crawls out from a pile of mouldy old books, “Errand for Lord Pasmodius!”
Then the student, short white hair, green eyes and all, scurries down the hallway where the vending machine was.
As he turns, however, the Doctor sees no girl running down the long hall, and still more intriguing, no vending machine in the small nook. With a soft pat to the trouser pocket he –had- been keeping the Rose Ring in, he allows himself the tiniest of smiles.