Oh god, said the Doctor, and turned back, but the man, the ghost, had gone, faded into the crowds. That evening, in a quiet moment, he told Wolf what had happened. "Coming to say thanks, he was" said Wolf, "that's all. Just coming to say thanks."

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He had held that man's hand as he died, at an Advanced dressing station near Ypres. He had tried to patch him up, but he was too badly injured. He had watched his sacred soul leave his body, and then turned to another stretcher without pause.

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The Doctor nodded back, but couldn't remember his name. He knew his thin, intelligent face though, and the flickers of memory turned in their uncertain wheels, until it all came back to him.

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When he passed the Strand station entrance, a young man, an officer, in a mud-soiled great coat, came up from the booking hall, and smiled and nodded to him as he passed, saying "Good afternoon, Doctor".

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The week before, he'd gone up to London to attend a lecture, and had been walking down Craven Street afterwards.

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