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          ❝ Oh…❞

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   So that was why the box had looked just
   a bit different, not quite as blue as usual.
   Clara had no idea how to get herself out
   of this one, especially since the TARDIS
   was not normally visible… something to
   do with a perception filter. The brunette
   froze slightly, wanting to just back out
   of the box and go about her day as if
   nothing had happened. Would it be against
   the rules of Time to tell him who she was,
   that he was yet to meet her yet? Clara
   suspected that it was.

                                        ❝ Well, I uh—
   I do not have a good answer. Timelines
   are a bit off, I suppose. I sort of know you
   in the future. Thought you were here to
   pick me up, but wrong TARDIS and wrong
   Doctor. I… should probably go, right?❞

                        He lifted his eyebrow and stared at the woman
                        for a  few  seconds.  So,  from  his  future,  she 
                        said. No  good things came  from  people  he’d
                        met that were from his future, River Song could
                        tell anyone that. But letting her go just like  that
                        wasn’t also a good idea. He was lonely for quite 
                        a  while  now and some company might be just 
                        what he needed.  When  a  beautiful  girl  steps
                        inside your box you can’t just say no.

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       ❝ Well, you can stay. If  you  want. I’m  not  doing
       anything important  anyway. And  perhaps I’m not
       the right Doctor but I can still  take you where you
       want to go, it’s the same TARDIS. With a different
       look, I suppose? She does that  quite a lot,  I  use
       to have round things  once  before  this  look.  But
       still the Doctor, in the TARDIS.❞

                            ❝Where do you want to go, Miss–?❞

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