Prose Absolutely lovely. A Christmas chiller about a little girl who's family is acting strangely this has everything you'd want from an Eighth Doctor story, from entertaining clattering about in TARDIS console room, funny banter between him and Charley, the genuine sense that he's enjoying himself and that kind of indefinable magic and brief following that reliable writer like Scott Handcock brings time and again.
This is from 2007, which would have been early in his Who career, but it's all there and redolent of a number of episodes in the Moffat era a few years later, Zoe sometimes coming across as a proto-Amelia and all the talk of Angels. When he's caught correctly, the Eighth Doctor on the page comes across as Tenth without the "Weeellll...." and that's what you get here.
Placement: In the gap between seasons. The Doctor and Charley are comfortable with one another and there isn't any angst. They're described as laughing and giggling with one another.
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