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'Before the last temple dies,' he agreed. 'Imagine,' he waxed poetic, 'if we’ve succeeded, we’ll have rediscovered the lost art of our ancestors.' It wriggled under her fingertips, demanding to be petted, and preening under the attention. Gillian, a young female wearing black lipstick, was stroking a tiny bonsai. The cells wandered in and out of view on the screen, green chloroplasts searching for sunlight in the sterile fluorescence of the lab. Fiddling with the knobs until the cells of the green matter came into focus, he took one look and announced in a proud voice to his lab assistant, 'We’ve just about got it now, Gillian.' On the countertop in front of him, he manipulated a Petri dish until it fit snugly beneath some kind of microscope, which projected the magnified image onto a large screen.

#ALIEN SQUEED ALPHA SKIN#

Like the rest of his planet, he had the usual pale green skin and humanoid features. He looked unremarkable in every way save for a shock of vibrant fuchsia hair, curling at the edges and a thinning into a comb over across the top of his head: a unique trait passed down from his grandmother, who had also gone bald young. A stack of pens hovered hopefully at his fingertips. In the centre, beside a large refrigeration unit which purred with electricity, stood a man in a pristine lab coat. The laboratory was clean and cold, blinding white and smelling strongly of bleach and other cleaning solvents. Summary: An unscheduled stop leaves Donna and the Doctor temporarily stranded on an alien planet, just in time to see the rebirth of a creature which destroyed a civilization.

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