The 3rd Doctor's always getting chased by monsters, one way or another.
"Jo, get in!"
The Doctor blazed by in Bessie. Jo stepped aboard. Thanks to the inertial dampeners it didn't rip her leg off. She climbed over the footboard into her seat.
She twisted around and stared behind them. "What is that thing?"
"Nervalan Puff Monster," the Doctor answered.
It didn't look puffy. It looked like some sort of alien greyhound, eight feet tall at the shoulder and smooth as a lizard. Narrow head full of jaggle teeth, lean hips, long tail, and a narrow ribcage that expanded and contracted to an alarming degree, stretching like the skin of a frog with every breath.
Bessie was going 80 miles and hour. "It's gaining!"
"I know," the Doctor said with exasperation, "I'm not trying to outrun it."
Jo turned back around and grabbed the side of the windscreen. "Where are we going?"
The Doctor's hair and ruffles snapped in the breeze, Jo tilted her hair out of her eyes, keeping one eye o