The Doctor smiles and nods as his other waggles his healed fingers at him. "Good," he says, looking around at the repaired TARDIS wall as well. "Good, good." All fixed, his TARDIS, his other's TARDIS, and the other Doctor; maybe they can now stop breaking each other's things and proceed to doing what he came here for. Well, stayed here for.
"The fine tuner's perfect; I'll still have to calibrate it, but I can do that next time I'm taking her somewhere. Antique store, eh? If this were my universe, I'd say its the one some kid stole out of my TARDIS when I forgot to lock her once in Birmingham in 1874. I have no idea how he did it, you can't remove those screws without a sonic device, but when I tracked him down, he was really just a ten-year-old kid with some ingenuity and criminal energy. And he'd already sold my fine tuner, and really, he could use the money." The Doctor pauses for a moment, musing, remembering the small, skinny boy with the dirty feet and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His name, if the Doctor remembers correctly, had been Jake. "I wonder what became of him."
He shakes his head, chasing the memories away, and slips his hands into his pockets. The other trousers didn't have pockets, so being able to do this feels comfortable and right. "I ran a scan in my bedroom, but there was no teleportation trace residue or anything. I do wonder what happened."
Something else they can find out in the lab. The Doctor is anxious to get started, but he doesn't want to interrupt his other if he's busy - working on his high score? Huh. Well, the Doctor has four-dimensional Tetris installed on his console; he knows these games can get somewhat addictive.
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"The fine tuner's perfect; I'll still have to calibrate it, but I can do that next time I'm taking her somewhere. Antique store, eh? If this were my universe, I'd say its the one some kid stole out of my TARDIS when I forgot to lock her once in Birmingham in 1874. I have no idea how he did it, you can't remove those screws without a sonic device, but when I tracked him down, he was really just a ten-year-old kid with some ingenuity and criminal energy. And he'd already sold my fine tuner, and really, he could use the money." The Doctor pauses for a moment, musing, remembering the small, skinny boy with the dirty feet and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His name, if the Doctor remembers correctly, had been Jake. "I wonder what became of him."
He shakes his head, chasing the memories away, and slips his hands into his pockets. The other trousers didn't have pockets, so being able to do this feels comfortable and right. "I ran a scan in my bedroom, but there was no teleportation trace residue or anything. I do wonder what happened."
Something else they can find out in the lab. The Doctor is anxious to get started, but he doesn't want to interrupt his other if he's busy - working on his high score? Huh. Well, the Doctor has four-dimensional Tetris installed on his console; he knows these games can get somewhat addictive.