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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.

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[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.

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...Oh.

All right, then.

[He clicks on the feed to answer right away, but there's a sort of breathless pause first, and then something like a laugh.]

Really?

Actually, I wanted to ask you something. Because as a part of my deal, I'll be unable to return home.

Would you mind an extra bit of help there?

Go see if you have a bathroom. Shoo. Go see.

I'm not-- hang on.

[He switches off the feed again and makes a break for it. He's up on the deck with the Izzy, but for this, the lab can wait a little longer. In minutes, man and dog both are crashing through the door, and then the feed clicks back on with a whoop.]

Holy shit, man! It's all-- it looks like home in here!

[It's a home he's not returning to, but that's not important right now. He's laughing, shocked somehow -- like even if he knew this was coming, it's still astonishing.

He even switches on the video so the Doctor can see, even though there's not much in there to speak of: it is, indeed, a bathroom, very new-looking, with spotless tile and an enormous and clearly recently-installed bathtub.]

What's the problem?

I'm going to be leaving soon. And I know since Martha's departure, we've had a shortage of help.

I am leaving something, however. A small sensory deprivation chamber, approximately the size of a casket. Pardon my morbid comparison- but it should shield a psychic in distress.

Congratulations. I've no idea how you managed to reform that hooligan, but well done on your success.

[Narvin has mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, achieving deals is good, on the other hand, if the Doctor is leaving this outside-of-time place, there's a future waiting that Narvin doesn't want the Doctor to meet.]

Where will you go?

Congratulations. You've done a good thing for yourself. [He wants to remind Jesse that he did it, that he's responsible of it. All he did was give him tools, but it was something Jesse had to come around to on his own.]

I don't know yet. But my deal is that I would retain this regeneration and live it out to the end. My next incarnation will be moving on as normal, but I'm proud to say I have the chance to make mistakes that aren't already written for me.

[You've never met a man happier not to destroy his own planet.]

[He turns the camera back on himself, grinning broadly, a little flushed.] I-- yeah, I...[But he trails off, not totally knowing what to say to that.]

It's-- this is good, this is great. We should celebrate! Right?

[Narvin releases his tense breath and relaxes.]

Good. I'm glad.

Are you travelling to a different universe, then? I can't imagine you being capable of laying low while your next incarnation is running about.

I admit, I greatly miss when I introduced myself and more often the not the response was "Doctor Who?". I'd much rather go back to that.

Of course. I think this time it's a much more appropriate reason to have a gathering in the pub.

Good luck, Doctor, wherever you go. I would tell you to avoid interfering in alien affairs, but, renegade that you are, I doubt you'll listen.

[Snark is the best way to cover up that he's a bit sad because he may never see this incarnation again once they're off in different universes pursuing their different business.]

[He falters a little at that, because the likelihood of someone doing to him what he did to Hoffman... He's made friends here, people he's going to miss, but he's not so stupid as to think he doesn't have more than his fair share of enemies, too. Maybe he's deserved to make enemies.]

Maybe, yeah... Or maybe just--

[But he cuts off there, because there's a loud whine from behind him. He fumbles the camera a little as he turns, a seriously upset and twitchy-looking dog scratching his front paws at the tile.] --Oh, shit, not on the new tile-- I'll call you back, Doc.

[He hastily switches off before he can ruin another bathroom, but a short while later, there's a knock at the Doctor's door.]

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[He's expecting him, so he's left the door unlocked as he's making the rudimentary attempt to pile the extra things in his room into his TARDIS.]

Come in!

Of course I won't. I may not be able to return, but I'd never give up me.

I hope you think of me time to time, especially should you find yourself in Zero again and require someone to bring you a drink and some company. Don't be afraid to ask for it.

Hey. So... [He comes in, peering around.] You're already packing up, huh?

I really ought to, I think.

[There's not just a little stuff in his room. He had apparently dragged a steampunk fans dream worth of parts out of the TARDIS and left them strewn about in half concocted ideas. He smooths his hands down his jacket.]

I don't think I'm going to find the mongoose if I don't start now. [He invites him in to sit.]

[He spends a few seconds looking around first, a little dazed by the sheer amount of stuff. Or possibly a little dazed by how much of it is completely unidentifiable to him. But then, instead of sitting, he approaches his warden, holding out a hand.]

So I guess... this is gonna be it, right?

[It makes him sadder than it ought to, the thought of losing the Doctor. It's for a good reason -- God knows it is, and even now, there's still a smile of near-disbelief playing at the corners of his eyes. But in all his struggling for someone to look up to... well, no one's more aware than he is that he could have done a lot worse. Good thing or not, he's gonna miss the guy.]

I'm leaving, too. And really, Doctor, I cannot thank you enough for...for a lot things.

[She pauses, thinking on this. Not so much because she has to decide whether she likes the idea but because of OMG OMG OMG OMG. *ahem*. She composes herself after a few moments of wiggling about.]

I'm selfish. I love the idea of coming home to you.

And you know the Clan and Alice and all will love you to pieces. Well not literally.

Where are you headed?

Do take care of yourself. And help him get off to a good start. But do take care of yourself most of all.

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