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were_lemurWilf sat down beside Donna and turned on the telly. His excitement about the Olympic opening ceremonies turned to shock as a familiar figure appeared on-screen. He watched, open-mouthed, as the Doctor carried the Olympic torch into the arenna.
But how? The last time Wilf had seen him, he'd been dying --
"Time-traveler," he muttered to himself.
"What's that, Gramps?" Donna asked. Then she looked back at the screen. "And who's the stringbean supposed to be?"
Wilf thought fast. "There was a lottery to be the one who got to light the flame."
"I think I'm better off with the money."
But how? The last time Wilf had seen him, he'd been dying --
"Time-traveler," he muttered to himself.
"What's that, Gramps?" Donna asked. Then she looked back at the screen. "And who's the stringbean supposed to be?"
Wilf thought fast. "There was a lottery to be the one who got to light the flame."
"I think I'm better off with the money."
