"Yes, that is correct."

"I didn't travel with him, he had an appointment to keep in Albuquerque."

Now it was the same sort of story but more personal and often more accurate.

A diary.

"I'm not sure my diary is all too spicy." He paused and turned it over in his hands.

He'd have never picked orange for his diary would he have?

"Is this my diary?"

"Clara..." He nodded, feeling much older than he ought to be... what reckoning. How old was he?

"The... Doctor...?" It rolled off the tongue so well. "What kind of doctor am I?" He grinned a moment and looked down at his little book again. No longer a large book of history -

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"He was much funnier when I met him the second time."

He was holding the book. Had he picked it up?

Had she seen him pick it up?

He looked down at it, opening it up. The woman... He looked back up at her. "You're in this book."

Uh oh.

Spoilers.

He stood, rude to stay seated with a guest right there. He met her gaze and then looked to where she said there was no door and there wasn't... It was an arch to a different sitting room - large long couches. A cheesy interior fire place in the middle of the room, and...

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Like something was flipping through all the thoughts he'd ever had like...

Like a flip book.

"Now that's a turn of phrase I haven't heard in a while." He raised an eyebrow, shifting to stand from where he'd been sitting.

When had he sat down?

"Miss. Is this... Your apartment? House?"

He glanced around feeling... Dizzy. A bit bewildered.

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"No, just some sustained damage. A battle with the Master."

He let a small pause sit between them before he finished his previous thought.

"And others of me know. Have they been kind to you?"

"Me...?"

His twin hearts cracked a little. She wasn't the first family he'd met, and it wasn't that long ago he'd said goodbye to his grandchild. Held them in his arms...

"I see. I had... Some idea. Somewhere dimly I understood you existed. And you-"

His words caught in his throat a moment.

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He was a bit confused, not sure where - only the when. His TARDIS was having some issues...

"Created. Cloned? Grown from a lab?"

He found that not far from usual. More common to some species, and in some eras. Humans through? Their typical moral conjunction kept them from this sort of thing - except of course in military applications.

Of course.

"And you're safe? Where are we?"

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