"Maybe. In the future. Which could always be the past, when you're me." Timey-wimey being what it was. Things rarely made sense on a chronological pattern, everything for the Doctor was like crazy paving. All he had were his memories. And something had changed them. He couldn't see how, he didn't know why, but something was wrong.
He gave the TARDIS another gentle pat, and then turned to the Captain.
"Now. We need to find out why that thing on your wrist is going off, shouldn't we?"
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Date: 2010-01-04 04:11 am (UTC)He gave the TARDIS another gentle pat, and then turned to the Captain.
"Now. We need to find out why that thing on your wrist is going off, shouldn't we?"