Fit the Second

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[Oh, look. There's a Doctor here, with his tea. Specifically it's the Eighth Doctor, but you know that, I mean, he doesn't look like the five different people who all look the same walking about. But he is them. Or one of them. Or none of them if you want to take alternate universes at real face value. Basically you might as well classify him as 'one of those Doctor people that doesn't look like the Doctor. Yet. And thank god, do you know how confused I get around here?'

Specifically, this Doctor (the really, very insane one) is standing, with his tea, wondering why he's here, when he was just having the greatest conversation with a figment of his imagination. Zagreus seems to be a bit more absent today, clearly gone to muse on how best to destroy the universe and so the Doctor is more calm than usual. Which isn't very.

His tea becomes empty with the next sip and so the day is officially ruined. And to think he went to all the trouble in preventing a war by accepting a really very good pot of tea. All bets are off now, a planet a few galaxies away probably just started going mad at each other with spears.]

[Dejectedly.] Well, damn.