[The Doctor had been skulking through the hallways, grumpy. This place made no sense and refused to give him answers. He had no idea why he was here, what he was supposed to do, why he couldn't have his TARDIS...it was all ridiculous. His hands were thrust into his pockets as he turned the corner, exploring the Barge...only to see a strange man in Time Lord robes. The Doctor frowned, looking at him.]
Have we met? Or, as it's more likely on this blasted boat, will we meet?
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Have we met? Or, as it's more likely on this blasted boat, will we meet?