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[chaotic_scribbles]

"Torch-whoof..." Scribble frowned, his brow creasing in thought. The name rung a bell in his mind, as did the other things. "They must be bad news if the Doctor is warning about them.

He put on a brave face. "But I'm sure we'll be fine! Nothing will go wrong."

"The Magician's toybox..." Scribble muttered again, staring at the cobblestone ground and tracing shapes in it. "Why does that sound so familiar..."

Deep in thought, he started walking down a street, seemingly following it though instinct. The others sat behind him, wondering if they should follow or not.