And how exactly did that work? Did he take it through the auto wash. No,
seriously, she's been in the TARDIS' head (heart?) and around the Doctor
often enough to know it's a reflection of the Doctor himself, an image he
wants to create, of how he feels about himself. The man that pops his head
out isn't familiar in the least and that gives her enough pause that she
doesn't push her way in. She simply blinks at him, gaping, absorbing and
processing. That means he must have...
Not died.
Well...sort of died.
He's not her Doctor anymore.
Who's taking care of him now?
No matter what he looks like, he's still her Doctor.
Not hers. The.
The Doctor.
And then the door creaked open again and the unfamiliar face popped out
again.
A smile slowly burst over her face as she raised her hand and waggled her
fingers in a wave. "I'd take your hand and say run, but that's sort of your
line, innit?"
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And how exactly did that work? Did he take it through the auto wash. No, seriously, she's been in the TARDIS' head (heart?) and around the Doctor often enough to know it's a reflection of the Doctor himself, an image he wants to create, of how he feels about himself. The man that pops his head out isn't familiar in the least and that gives her enough pause that she doesn't push her way in. She simply blinks at him, gaping, absorbing and processing. That means he must have...
Not died.
Well...sort of died.
He's not her Doctor anymore.
Who's taking care of him now?
No matter what he looks like, he's still her Doctor.
Not hers. The.
The Doctor.
And then the door creaked open again and the unfamiliar face popped out again.
A smile slowly burst over her face as she raised her hand and waggled her fingers in a wave. "I'd take your hand and say run, but that's sort of your line, innit?"