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“Ian, the TARDIS is growing.” Her voice is full of awe and wonder. It reminds Ian that Barbara is better suited to handle the Doctor and his world of absurdities than he.
“Barbara, that’s ridiculous.” Ian smiles; a week ago it would have been patronizing, now it’s a token protest.
“No, look.” She pushes open a door off the room with the strange couches. “This was not here yesterday.”
Hesitantly, Ian admits she is absolutely right.
By the time Susan finds them more than an hour later, they are helplessly lost. “Were you looking for the library? I’ll show you.”