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 * Tenth Doctor: Jack-of-all-trades sort of vessel.
 * Martha Jones: What happened to it?
 * Tenth Doctor: Dunno. No life signs, but no signs of collision or other damage either. I can't tell at the moment how long it's been here. Days, years, decades. There's an atmosphere, though, and gravity – now that's odd in itself. And there's a few other little things as well...
 * Martha: Enough to pique your interest?
 * Tenth Doctor: Oh yes! My interest is well and truly piqued. It's reached a critical level of piqued-ness. If it were any more piqued, I'd... I think I'd run out of pique and need a little lie-down!
 * PROSE: Wooden Heart