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[comeonthensexy]

[ 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]

No, no, no, they shouldn't-- Why? It's not their fault!

[sexyoldgirl]

If you had lived and one of the other Doctors died wouldn't you blame yourself?

[And she's...not sure if he knows. The TARDIS actually doesn't have any real details of their deaths.]

There was another casualty.