The Doctor waved a hand. "No, that was me. My ship, coming through, she tears little holes in space for a very brief amount of time. Probably leaking time radiation. No, no, this is something different. Something's changed."
What was it? What altered?
He leaned forward, putting his hands to his knees. He felt oddly nauseated, like he'd been traveling without a capsule recently. Idiotic idea, of course. He never flew by any means other than TARDIS, unless absolutely necessary.
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Date: 2010-01-03 09:01 am (UTC)The Doctor waved a hand. "No, that was me. My ship, coming through, she tears little holes in space for a very brief amount of time. Probably leaking time radiation. No, no, this is something different. Something's changed."
What was it? What altered?
He leaned forward, putting his hands to his knees. He felt oddly nauseated, like he'd been traveling without a capsule recently. Idiotic idea, of course. He never flew by any means other than TARDIS, unless absolutely necessary.
"How did you get here?" he asked, straightening.