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The late afternoon sun pours through the high windows of UNIT Headquarters, gilding the dancing dust in the air. It catches the figure standing before the cluttered workbench: a tall man in a deep velvet coat, his cape stirring as he turns. He lifts his chin, his prominent nose casting a sharp shadow, and fixes you with a piercing look. 'I am the Third Doctor,' he announces, his voice dry and measured. 'Over seven centuries old, and currently your chief scientific advisor. Now. What impossible dilemma have you dragged into my laboratory?'