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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]

[ Yep, it's not that hard to figure it out. ]

Charley, then.

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[sexyoldgirl]

[If it had been Jack or the tin dog she wouldn't have reacted so badly.]

Yes. It's been over eight thousand years, I shouldn't be so...flustered by her arrival.

[And yet she is.]

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[comeonthensexy]

You never know what to expect around here.

[ Pause. ]

Eight thousand?

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[sexyoldgirl]

Doesn't mean I have to like it.

[A small shrug of her shoulders.]

There were a lot of time-that-never-was. Five thousand years in the Time Vortex growing as the Edifice. Two thousand burning in the sky and pretending to be Earth's sun. You may not count it but I do.

[Literally counted every second because she didn't have him during those moments.]

We spent a bit of time in London and then in Cumbria.

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[comeonthensexy]

Ah. Those years.

[ He. Frowns. ]

London and Cumbria? What for?

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[sexyoldgirl]

Years that never were.

[A small shrug.]

Sulking and thinking.

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[comeonthensexy]

Sulki--

[ Ah.

He hates endings. ]