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[championoftime]

[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]

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[changemydear]

[The Doctor scowled, looking at the Other. As much as he hated to admit it, the man had a point. It was a good idea in theory, but this wasn't his TARDIS. While he wanted to get out of here, he wanted to get out of here in one piece.]

Temporal sink or not, she's still my TARDIS. Soothing it is. [He placed a hand on the TARDIS exterior, stroked it slightly, and looked at the ship] I'm sorry about this old girl, I really wish I could make this buffoon vanish and get your proper owner back.