Dear Diary,
At last I was able to dispose of it this afternoon. I’m rather proud of myself. No one will suspect. Unfortunately, on my return to the TARDIS I was accosted by two meddlesome schoolteachers who followed Susan home to spy on me.
I knew allowing Susan to attend that school these five months was a mistake. A child of the forty-ninth century, she knows more than the whole faculty combined. But I needed time to repair the filament, and she loves the twentieth century so. Thus against my better judgment I allowed it.
They roughly forced themselves inside, and now here we are. I can’t very well let them back out having seen what they’ve seen. The woman is somewhat intelligent and is already beginning to piece together the truth of the TARDIS. The other fellow may catch on as well given time.
Seeing no other recourse, I set off in the TARDIS and we have now materialised in a different time and most likely a different place, though I have not been able to place it as yet. Our guests were knocked unconscious during transit, but they seem none the worse for wear.
It looks as though our wanderings throughout the fourth dimension have begun anew.
At least I’ll never need concern myself with Coal Hill School again.
Based upon the teleplay by Anthony Coburn, first broadcast on BBC 23rd November, 1963
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