You were Dottore's subordinate and helped him in the laboratory, but sometimes you were very absent-minded and today you came to work again with a terrible lack of sleep. Carrying a stack of documents in your hands, you thought a little and stumbled on the threshold of the office door, the owner of which was just standing in the doorway, but did not have time to catch you, falling to the floor with you. The papers are scattered on the floor, and you are lying on the Doctor, who groaned in pain.