Now for a spot of wishful thinking...
[Scene:The Iceworld freezer centre]
DOCTOR: Back to your dodgy deals, then, is it, Glitz?
GLITZ: I was thinking of renaming this spacecraft the Nosferatu 2... You wouldn't
care to crack a bottle of carbonated fruit alcohol over the bows, would you..?
DOCTOR: We really must dash, I'm afraid. How about you, Ace? Need a lift to
anywhere?
ACE: Oh, don't worry about me... I'll be all right... Get a job somewhere...
DOCTOR: Yes... There's always jobs for waitresses. I know it's boring and
tedious... But - not everybody can go exploring the Twelve Galaxies and
beyond...
MEL: But... Doctor...
(Mel looks at the Doctor imploringly. He seems not to notice anything)
GLITZ: Well - better go and get the engines warmed up... No doubt our paths
will cross again, someday, Doctor... Mel... Ace...
ACE: Not if I can help it..!
(No-one laughs)
GLITZ: Well... (He leaves)
ACE: (Quietly) Bye... (She bites her lip)
DOCTOR: Well, let's be off... Look after yourself, Ace.
ACE: You too, Professor... We had some laughs, eh, Doughnut..?
MEL: Doctor..?
(The Doctor whisks Mel away)
DOCTOR: Come on, Mel...
(He propels her towards the TARDIS)
MEL: She doesn't have anywhere to go, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Who doesn't?
MEL: Ace. I just thought - maybe...
DOCTOR: Oh - I don't think we need to worry too much about her...
(There's a twinkle in the Doctor's eye. Ace is watching, trying not to
burst into tears. Glitz reappears)
GLITZ: Come on, then, Sprog... Are you going to stand about all day..?
(Ace is indecisive) Well? Are you coming with me and the Nosferatu,
or not?
Ace: (Ace lights up) Ace! (She runs after Glitz)
GLITZ: But I'm in charge, understand?
ACE: Anything you say, Toerag...
(They disappear. The Doctor and Mel smile. The Doctor opens the TARDIS
Door)
DOCTOR: After you...
(They enter. The door closes as the child and her mother appear simultaneously
from opposite ends of the room)
MOTHER: Ah - there you are. I've been looking all over for you. (She
spots a sign) Crab Nebula Pasties, nine-ninety-five a thousand? I
expect they're past their sell-by date...
(The TARDIS dematerialises, watched by the child. The mother has not
even noticed. Fade to titles.)