(this is another try at scarlet finds the doctor to try and make it longer and more intresting)

So there I was running, running for my life. Raceing through the backstreets of london doing my best to outrun the tall men in kaki  who were chasing me. Why i hear you say? because i had been doing a job for U.N.I.T  by spying on Harold Saxon primeminister of great britain himself and that was where it had led me.
"last time I ever do a job for U.N.I.T" i said to myself chuckling quietly as i turned the corner losing my gun-weilding pursuers.
suddenly i felt somthing push me over and i landed on the tarmac with a bump (not to mention a sore arse). i looked up at my atacker to see that it was a rabid dog. i thought  "oh shit" as its eyes bore into me, its drool dripping from its mouth, i shuddered. to be continued....... (see scarlet finds the doctor)