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[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.

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What what?

...No. No. You... you're...

Well, there was always a chance this would happen. Bumping into myself, that is, but I didn't think, well... it would be like this. Which...? When...?

...No. No, nevermind, I don't want to know.

What are you babbling on about? Bumping into - oh.

Oh.

Don't tell me you're a fan.

Fan--A fan?

Doctor, have you even looked properly at the journal you've got there? There are pictures of who you're talking to, if you look.

Of course I haven't, my screwdriver is... [a pause, then in an exasperated, I-can't-believe-I-just-did-that tone] back at Amelia's. Brilliant.

[sigh]

Oh, there you are - there I am. Sorry, just regenerated; I'm still a bit off upstairs, if you know what I mean.

Yes... Yes you are, aren't you? [ohhh this hurts the head sound with head rubbing goes here, not that he can see BUT HE'S DOING THAT]

Not having a good go of it, are you? Not that it's ever really gone smoothly, has it? Right. So. Freshly regenerated and ended up here... ...with the TARDIS?

Oi! Don't diss the regeneration! You'll have to deal with this, too.

Yes, I do. She was just about to - spoilers. [makes a shushing noise] But now we're here! And I'm... [sounds of trying the door] locked out.

Lovely.

I have dealt with it. Unconscious, remember? Christmas? Sycorax?

...wait. What? Locked out of the TARDIS? How did you manage that?

Christmas is always like that; it doesn't count.

[frustrated tone] I don't know, my key's not fitting in the door! It must have been... [cuts himself off, muttering half under his breath] Oh, no, no, no, no...

What? Must of been what?

I had to do a quick hop into the future, but the TARDIS must have been more unstable than that. It's gonna be awhile before I can get back in. The key's inert.

Unsta--Right. Spoilers. Nevermind.

Well, I'm afraid the TARDIS won't be much use to you right now, anyways.

No, it won't, that's why I'm stuck. I've got to wait for it to rebuild itself before I can get out of here.

That... won't help in this case, I'm afraid. I have a perfectly--well almost, working TARDIS, and I'm still here.

Hold on... You don't remember being here before, do you? When you were me, that is.

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... What? Is this place dimensionally locked? That's troubling. Did you check for spatial distortion?

No, I don't, which raises a similarly troubling issue.

There was no spatial distortion. No temporal anomalies. No... anything. I can't explain what brought any of us here. Can't explain a lot of things about this place, actually, other than I'm fairly sure this is another dimension.

That, Doctor, is an understatement.

So, we're obviously not all from the same time, and from the looks of it, we're not all from the same dimensions. The people who seem to be living here don't look right, either.

[a grin can practically be heard in his voice]

This is brilliant! Oh, this is just about Christmas. Wait, bad analogy.

Well, yeah, that just about sums it up. Just missing a bit of "Disney Magic".

... That tone.

[he definitely sounds amused]

You know something. What do you know?

Weeellll... you'll see soon enough. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet.

Early days, remember; I'm still not fin -

[he cuts off with a sharp cry of pain and pants, catching his breath before he continues.]

Too soon.

What do you know about The Master?

[...a pause.. that was not good] How long ago did you regenerate, exactly?

And, well, as for the Master... [bit of a frustrated sigh here] Not as much as he knows about me. Last thing I remember before I found myself here, was leaving Donna at home, back on Christmas.

Ten minutes? [pause] Twenty? I don't know; I wasn't wearing a watch. I'm not done yet.

Blimey. Early days, is it?

Oh, blimey. Well, that explains a thing or two.

Early days? Well, I hope so. Obviously regenerating was going to happen eventually, but, well, can't say I'm particularly looking forward to it--no offense.

That it does, but would you look at this! Big old field, and not a single person outside the dome. Well, aside from those waiting to get in. That means trouble, which means I won't be bored! [laughter] Oh, this is gonna be tricky.

None taken, I remember.

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