The Doctor is sitting behind his desk in his office. A cigar burns to his right and a cocktail sits, sweating from the warm temperature of the room, to his left. The Doctor's eyes are closed as his arm flails across a single sheet of paper with a black colored pencil in his hand. After a few moments, the Doctor stops, opens his eyes, and smiles down at the picture he has just drawn.



"Well, now! If it isn't my dearest friend, Mister Evertrust!"

The Doctor stands up and walks across the room. He grabs a thumb-tack from a small glass container and pins Evertrust above his fireplace.