Chapter 12Greensleeves
'The Doctor' had suffered an unpleasant, sleepless night. It had been a warm night, too warm, and even the air-conditioning in his bedroom didn't seem to cool the place down sufficiently. He'd kicked the duvet off in frustration after an hour of tossing and turning, but that didn't help, and long before the digital clock on the bedside table reached 2 am he'd given up on sleep and ventured downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee, ignoring the fact that the caffeine it contained would only add to his insomnia.
He wandered around the downstairs rooms of the house, most of which he hardly ever used. Finally settling for the room he'd set up as a sort of office he seated himself in a leather recliner, armed with a photograph album he'd taken down from the top shelf
