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[The Doctor is sitting against his TARDIS cross-legged. The journal is positioned in sort of an upshot as it's propped on his legs. His hat is off. Actually, he lost it in the hall, his umbrella too. No idea where they are. He might have the TARDIS make another. Right now, he's just sitting and holding a little plush animal. It looks like a baby toy, and resembles a bear with sabertooth fangs. It's actually a sehlat, but he doesn't know what in the cosmos it could be.

He still hurts, but he's been with the old girl long enough that most of the damage is sorted out.]

I thought... maybe, with my end, the worst of my actions would go with me. I didn't want to think they would carry on. [He turns the toy over to look at it's little nubby tail. For a moment, beady stuffed animal eyes and nose fill the screen, before he moves it away again.] I suppose we all have our nasty and unfortunate sides. Just as every one ought to have a good one.

For those of you I've not introduced myself to, I'm Dr. John Smith. [This time, he just leaves "the Doctor" off. He's obviously bothered at the moment, in a distant sort of way.] I can't guarantee you I'll do the right thing all the time. I'm far from perfect, but I'll make the attempt. [He sort of chuckles awkwardly to himself.] As if they need to be told that I'm not perfect. [He mutters this to the stuffed whatever, and he shakes his head and the bit of smile wanes.] I'd like to thank Billy for lending me a hand in the hallway. Quite noble of him. When I'm done here... I was wondering if there was someone that could point me in the direction of a little patch of sky where a weary old Time Lord might roam for the rest of his regeneration. It's an impossibility to return to my own universe without upsetting the balance and I'd like to have a distant shore that I could explore.

[He holds the stuffed animal up closer to his face.] I'm not quite sure what this is supposed to be. The TARDIS left it on the console. [He's more than a bit distracted and admittedly all over the place. Being thrown into walls by everything he ever feared about himself can do that to you.]

[Private to Rex and Tim]

I'm not leaving you. I simply need to know where I can go when it comes time for you to leave me.

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I apologize for being absent for a bit. I did something very unintelligent. I'll make it up to you tomorrow when I'm better fit to move about.

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The TARDIS produces what you need, and so you received a...I'm not entirely sure what it is, actually. It looks like a walrus did something unfortunate with a bear. It's a source of comfort, however, and not much of a riddle.

How do you like earth?

I like Earth. I've lived their a few times. Had a residence bestowed to me on Baker Street, no less.

[Narvin isn't quite sure how to respond to the Doctor. He can't forgive his later incarnation for the destruction of Gallifrey, and a vicious, angry part of him that was still seething deep in his mind wishes that Kay hadn't stopped him from stabbing the shorn-headed Doctor.

He knew a thing or two about nasty and unfortunate sides himself.]

For what it's worth, you're not very much like him.

And destroying Skaro should have been the CIA's job, not yours.

[Because what else was the CIA for, if not to do the dirty, but utterly necessary deeds so that other people didn't have to.]

It would be as good a place as any to retire.

[He looks at the screen in faint confusion for a moment, as if he's not sure he heard correctly. There's a faint flicker of distress between his brows. Then the expression eases, because it seems sort of strange to say very much back to that. Everything feels like it should be his job, but at the same time, maybe it shouldn't have been his choice after all.

He purses his lips and looks for a response. Almost looking for a response physically, all around the screen, before he shows the bear sabertooth whatever it is to Narvin.]

Have you ever seen a toy like this on any planet in your experience?

[That's an unspoken "Thank You". If he's direct, they might not be able to look at each other for a month at all, he presumes.]

[Narvin is glad to switch to a totally innocuous topic that has no personal associations whatsoever. He looks at the toy with a frown.]

It looks vaguely like a belaferox from Kyrric Seven, but they have six limbs.

I think I would be noticed if it were back home.

[See? This is much better. Nice and comfortable. He's barely noticing how much his back hurts and the fact he still can't feel his left foot.]

How big are those? I don't believe I've actually seen one.

Return to the earth that isn't a part of your universe.

I could become a spokesmodel for a men's wear company. [He's faintly amused.]

Perhaps. I could use the Chameleon Arch and turn myself into a human. There's a poor few gene-smiths about. ~~I could~~

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Their financial gain would shoot thought the roof.

Gene-smiths? Black smiths? Genetic smiths? Your Time Lord jargon requires some deciphering. Wouldn't the fob-watch be something of a burden?

They rewrite the genetics of an individual and store the template in a sphere about the size of a cricket ball. It's quite fascinating, really. Not that different from the function of the fobwatch. I don't believe it would be a terrible way to live one's life. I do believe I'm not so fortunate that trouble wouldn't follow me.

Would you be unable to settle into the monotony of a normal life with your current memories? It would be a shame to erase you entirely.

You have quite the common name, Doctor. I would find it difficult to look you up in a phone book if I ever needed your services.

Wishful thinking I suppose, in having a relatively common name. I can be found in the infirmary though. At the very least I'm a helpful ear if someone should need to talk.

I don't believe I could, no. I'm not even sure as a human the urge to run would cease.

I'm afraid, I've been accused in the past of both talking too much and talking too little. Who knows who you will recieve should I come visit.

What's the harm in either? The same person can have as much to say on one subject then have as little to say on another.

You would exist in a universe thoroughly disconnected from your own. What would you have to run from?

I'm certain I would attract someone. He told me that... he thought I would be the one to understand. War did. I'm not too sure he wasn't right. I hope he's wrong. [He's still betting that he isn't. But he'll deal with it, as he always does.

...He feels oddly conspicuous for saying even that.]

[:c] What happened?

So do you understand? What you have done? Or will you go on to make excuses, like all your other regenerations? [He's curious. A Doctor who understands would be something new. Unexpected, even.]

My elder self found my reasoning unworthy of halting his attack. At least for being so physically weak, I heal relatively fast. [Almost broken backs suck]

It's a sehlat.

I know what I am. I knew what I would do. I understood the timelines better than most of my other selves. All of them branching and twisting and writhing off to a singular point culminating in terrible destruction and no matter how far I ran I was inevitably pulled back. Though even if I hadn't been there, it would have happened.

I despise, though, that it was me.

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