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[The Doctor faces the camera of his journal towards himself with a determined, serious expression. He holds up one finger.]

I've got quite a bit on my mind, and I'd prefer not to lose my temper... however-

[He turns it away, to show his TARDIS painted pink.]

I know the old girl wouldn't choose to do this to herself! Who's responsible?! Someone must be, because usually I can simply move into the vortex with her and when she returns her appearance is restored from whatever graffiti and defacement has occurred. This has been positively impossible to remove.

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Nice-- [He yawns.] --paint job, yo.

It's not a paint job.

[He sets up the journal so the camera is still going, and then wanders off. He comes back, swipes an "X" in white paint across her doors, and then gets inside.

Vworp vworp vworp. Gone.

Vworp vworp vworp. Back.

The X is no longer on the door. But the TARDIS is still pink. He steps out and sees this, and throws down his hat with all the irritation of Curly Howard in a mood.]

I can't imagine what would have made her take a sudden fancy to another colour! I know she's uncomfortable! She's saying so. [But only uncomfortable as someone would be in a dress too high cut for their liking, or their hair a smidge too long.]

So... you don't have, like... magical space alien giant box paint?

She broke her circuitry that allows her to be "painted" when I was on Earth for some time. Though I'm somewhat certain that she- [Wait.]

When did you wake up?

...Not so long ago. [Or like two days ago.]

Good, I'm glad you're up....

And will be more glad when this box isn't distracting me.

[He has to ask though, so he can know how much to tell him about his meeting Narvin.] How well did you sleep?

Kind of weird, actually. Like, crazy dreams, lately, I guess. I didn't... wake up in a flood or anything, right?

[Dreams?] No. No flood was announced. I'd heard one mentioned [by Hoffman, don't say Hoffman.] but come to think of it there was no announcement nor even a jostle.

Yeah, well, after what happened back in October, forgive me if I don't necessarily put that much, like, stock in what that douchebag Admiral's got to say about it.

Whatever, it's probably nothing, though. They're not even bad, just... weird. Barge folks showing up and things like that. A couple of them have been kind of nice. [The way he says that sort of hints that that, in itself, is unusual. He doesn't dream much anymore, but when he does, it's not so nice.] From what I can remember about it, at least.

Maybe it's a new, you know. [Sobriety.] Thing.

It might be something more.

[He won't ask about what he wanted to know about. Not know, before he offers this. He might ask about it later.] Would you like me to have a look to make sure your head is clear? Just for surface thoughts and psychic links.

You want to look in my head?

[On the one hand, there's that enormous fucking secret he's hiding from the guy. On the other hand, it hadn't even occurred to him that something could be in there, and after what happened the last time some psychic mojo got on the ship, that's... worrying.]

I'll, uh. Get back to you. If it doesn't clear up.

Please do so. At the very least tell me if anything further unusual happens.

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