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[So, basically, the Doctor is sitting under a tree in a nice patch of blue grass, writing away in a notepad. He frowns as he reads it over before just scribbling it all out, tearing the paper up. The paper, luckily for him, degrades into nothing by the time it reaches the ground. He keeps writing, ever hopeful, pausing as if mulling over his words but given the amount of paper ripping he's doing, he can't seem to get them right.]