(no subject)

[championoftime]

[Private to Jesse | Audio]

I hope you've considered who you might visit first. I would personally recommend your brother.

Because now you're in a position to act on it.

[Private to Friends | Audio]

[Timed to later.]

I would prefer you keep it to yourselves, but it seems that finally my efforts have yielded some success. Mr. Pinkman has graduated. [And there's an element of disbelief there, too. A whole weight is lifting off of him.]

And very soon, I will be leaving.

[Private to Dr. McCoy | Audio]

I need to have a frank discussion with you, when you are in the mood and have the time.

Comments

[Private]

[championoftime]

I know. That's what made me good at it.

[Proud of Narvin forever.]

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

Insufferable. [He mutters.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

Occasionally remember what I wrote on your copy of the laws of time, won't you?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[It takes a moment for Narvin to realize what the Doctor is talking about, since in his mind he thinks of it as "What the Other Wrote."]

You? Don't you mean your flood-altered self?

[Private]

[championoftime]

[There's almost a tease in his voice.] Just keep them in mind.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

Right.

[Narvin doesn't know what to make of that tone of voice, or what that might mean. The alterations were written by the Doctor's flood-self, not his self-self, right? Yes, of course. Because those things were written by the Other, and the Doctor was not the Other, he was the Doctor.

Although there were those legends about the Other...]

You're from the House of Lungbarrow, aren't you?

Re: [Private]

[championoftime]

Unfortunately.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

It's an ancient and renowned House.

[And associated with the Other in the legends.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

And it's full of fools and liars now. Nothing like what it was in the past. But then again, isn't that what happened to much of our aristocracy?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

I couldn't say how it compares to the aristocracy of Gallifrey's past. I wasn't there back then.

[Private]

[championoftime]

No, you weren't. Were you. [He has to leave him at least a little confused.]

Good luck in your future endeavours, Narvin.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is indeed confused. It seems impossible, but sometimes impossible things turned out to be true. Or perhaps the Doctor is simply having him on. This will take some thought before he can come to any conclusions. Unfortunately, with the Doctor leaving, whatever conclusion Narvin comes to, he won't be able to tell the Doctor.]

And to you.

Doctor. [Or Other. Or perhaps both.]