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[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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Well now it sounds a bit Harry Potter. Something that means something... [the existentialist is having a bit of a problem with this, Doc]

No, not that strong willed. I was... actually, I was, uh, tackled by a bloke in a red coat. Calls himself Akigo, but it's not his real name. If he hadn't stopped me, I guess I would've been the one answering the Master's wish.

[grins] Actually, a friend of mine, Martha, helped Shakespeare banish some nasty witches with a Harry Potter spell. So I wouldn't knock it. [a little more seriously] And it's worked for me before. Just one word saved the world, Sam. It's worth a try.

Is that right? That's quite lucky. Or quite deliberate.

Can you teach me? Train me, that is. To fight it.

Teach you? S'pose I could! But...we'd actually have to test it, you know.

I know. That's why I'm asking you.

[and now he smiles] All right. Do you want to- [wait, no, he can't come by the TARDIS] erm. Where do you want to meet for it? I'd prefer it not to be here, sorry.

I don't know... how it would translate.... but I don't see why we couldn't do it at my flat.

[runs a hand through his hair] That's...possibly in the city. ...I wonder if dolphins have flats? I haven't checked. D'you think dolphins have flats? Or something like that?

... Dolphins??

I'm on a planet with some...advanced dolphins. And sharks and jelly fish and the whales are charming enough...

...

It's a long story. [hands go into the pockets] Maybe your flat is in the jungle...

The concrete jungle, if that's what you mean.

Don't you have any... homing devices you could use?

Uhm, no, not exactly. There's a jungle near the beach where the TARDIS is parked.

[digs into his pocket and flips out his sonic screwdriver] I've got this. I can find you with it.

[raises an eyebrow] That's your plot device stick, is it?

Oi, don't knock it. It's my sonic screwdriver. it is very handy, though.

'course, Doctor.

[people mocking his precious phallic symbol...] Anyway! When d'you want to do this? You've just been, well, brought back from the dead, so...

I'm fine.

[eyebrows up but doesn't argue] Then when?

As soon as you can come.

Ah. Then...I'll be over in a minute! [happily points the screwdriver at Sam, turns it on and hops off the plane]

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