‘I’m not sure, my dear boy,’ the Doctor replied. ‘We’ll just have to wait and see.’ He studied the place in which he, Steven and Dodo had been incarcerated. A medium-sized room with plain walls and simple benches. Sprucely clean, as was everything else on the Ark... but this was their jail. Dodo sniffed, feeling sorry for herself. ‘If I had known it was going to be like this I wouldn’t have come.’ She wiped her nose. ‘And as for them catching cold... well, it’s all my fault.’ ‘Well, you did come, child, so it’s too late to worry about that! Stop snivelling!’ ‘I’m not snivelling. It’s me nose running again.’ Then she took a deep breath. ‘Anyway, I’m starting to feel a little better now... not that I suppose anyone cares!’ ‘But of course they care! They may be cautious... uncertain... frightened... but if there is one thing I’ve learnt about them already, they care!’ ‘What makes you so sure?’ ‘Because they care about everything that happens on this spaceship.
