Ninth Doctor (
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poly_chromatic2012-01-31 08:12 am
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6 ∞ after
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[ At first, there are just little domestic sounds -- someone wandering around the kitchen, open the fridge, shut the fridge. And then the Doctor begins to speak to himself. ]
So they've all gone home, our visitors, and left us here behind. Back to their worlds, back to their adventures, and we're left cooling our heels in this forgotten corner of the universe. Playing domestic for a bunch of bored madmen. Great. Always how I imagined life. Usually I'm liberating places like that.
[ A pause. ] And the milk's gone off. Tastes like sand. Oi, hold on, is my device recor--
[ Yes, Doctor, it was. ]
[ At first, there are just little domestic sounds -- someone wandering around the kitchen, open the fridge, shut the fridge. And then the Doctor begins to speak to himself. ]
So they've all gone home, our visitors, and left us here behind. Back to their worlds, back to their adventures, and we're left cooling our heels in this forgotten corner of the universe. Playing domestic for a bunch of bored madmen. Great. Always how I imagined life. Usually I'm liberating places like that.
[ A pause. ] And the milk's gone off. Tastes like sand. Oi, hold on, is my device recor--
[ Yes, Doctor, it was. ]
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Oh. Well... you're right, of course. We should find them, seek them out for a little chat and see if they can understand our standpoint on freedom, or the lack thereof.
[As confident as those words sounded coming out of her mouth, they're followed by more uncertainty as to whether they're right or not.] Yes?
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