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[ There's a good while of silence, aside from the rustle of a paper, like a page being turned. ]

Oh, yes, right! Hello! How do I do one of these voicemails things again?

[ Another bit of silence, and then he clears his throat. ]

You've reached the Doctor - the eleventh, to be exact. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, promise!

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[comeonthensexy]

[ His friends and his other selves had taken to the bar after he died. Apparently, that's something he might just end up doing. Maybe because he can't take the TARDIS and run, save a world or solve a problem. He's stuck.

But it never really crossed his mind. So he has no intention to do so. ]

Try not to get into trouble.

[ That's all he gives before he pushes off the doorway and walks away. ]