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were_lemurDoctor Who, Eleventh Doctor, all ages, not mine. Who is he? When? And where?
"Doctor?"
For a moment, he wasn't sure who the voice calling him belonged to. Was it Zoe? Sarah Jane? Nyssa? Martha?
He wasn't even sure who he was. The exile, newly fled from Gallifrey? The prisoner, bound to the Earth by his crippled TARDIS? The destroyer of worlds who had somehow survived despite his best efforts?
"Doctor?" the voice called again, tantalizingly familiar and tinged with fear. "Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear. Bit too loud, actually, I have the beginnings of a headache."
"You tripped and went head-first onto a wall."
"Yes, Pond, I had noticed that bit."
"Doctor?"
For a moment, he wasn't sure who the voice calling him belonged to. Was it Zoe? Sarah Jane? Nyssa? Martha?
He wasn't even sure who he was. The exile, newly fled from Gallifrey? The prisoner, bound to the Earth by his crippled TARDIS? The destroyer of worlds who had somehow survived despite his best efforts?
"Doctor?" the voice called again, tantalizingly familiar and tinged with fear. "Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear. Bit too loud, actually, I have the beginnings of a headache."
"You tripped and went head-first onto a wall."
"Yes, Pond, I had noticed that bit."
