"It's got to be something else, something I'm missing. Something that's off with the timelines. But, by changing, I wouldn't remember. Well, not here anyway. Need to be somewhere fixed." Hadn't he just been somewhere fixed? Nah, not since Mars, really. Eye-opening experience, that.
Jack's voice, like an annoying buzz, broke him from his theories. He turned and looked down at the wrist strap. The small chip did look like something out of the TARDIS's interior computers. And it was blinking, strangely.
"No," the Doctor said. "No, I don't know what that is." He snorted, and then started rummaging through his pockets. "Hold on, I've got Zeus plugs, they should remove it."
He fumbled through his pockets for a moment, pulling out a banana, psychic paper, a bit of twine, his key, a cobbled-together device he didn't recognize but probably did something like turn on the toaster, and---
"Ow!" He hissed, bringing his finger to his mouth. Blood. He'd cut himself. He reached into his pocket gingerly, pulling out two tiny, spitfire-shaped cufflinks with tiny pointed edges.
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Date: 2010-01-04 03:22 am (UTC)Jack's voice, like an annoying buzz, broke him from his theories. He turned and looked down at the wrist strap. The small chip did look like something out of the TARDIS's interior computers. And it was blinking, strangely.
"No," the Doctor said. "No, I don't know what that is." He snorted, and then started rummaging through his pockets. "Hold on, I've got Zeus plugs, they should remove it."
He fumbled through his pockets for a moment, pulling out a banana, psychic paper, a bit of twine, his key, a cobbled-together device he didn't recognize but probably did something like turn on the toaster, and---
"Ow!" He hissed, bringing his finger to his mouth. Blood. He'd cut himself. He reached into his pocket gingerly, pulling out two tiny, spitfire-shaped cufflinks with tiny pointed edges.
"Where did you come from?"