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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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I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with what a photograph is.

It's an image on a special sort of paper.

You're better at explaining these things than most.

Thank you; I've had a lot of practice.

It does sound that way.

I do agree with what you said though, about the air smelling...off.

It smells like... I dunno. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was magic.

...Magic?

And what makes you think you do know better?

Because that's ridiculous; magic doesn't -

But it might. Ah-ha!

Do you have another explanation?

A temporal-spatial distortion, perhaps? An alien computer? I don't know; it could be anything. Something doesn't make sense; I'm going to go have a look at it as soon as I'm able. Maybe I'll poke it with a stick.

A stick?

Yes, a nice big stick. Or maybe my foot; I haven't decided yet.

And has that worked in the before?

I don't know; maybe. Depends on the kind of shoe.

...The kind of shoe?

You'd be amazed at the difference it can make.

I would love to see a demonstration.

Who knows? You might.

I can't wait.

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