[He follows Sam down the street, digging in his pocket for the Stattenheim core. He needs to clean those out, no really. This is getting ridiculous.]
[Sam's a few steps ahead, and the Doctor watches him through slightly narrowed eyes. He doesn't really know what to make of him; the stories Sam told and the fact that he apparently knows the Doctor - from a TV show, no less - seem so improbable. And then there's the fact that he looks like the Master. It's all a bit too strange to shrug it off as mere quirks of the universe.]
[The Doctor does feel a little bad about snapping at Sam, though. Sam doesn't seem like the type to be the head of any conspiracies; he seems as confused by all this as the Doctor. Taking a couple of quick steps, the Doctor comes up beside Sam.]
So, does this happen to you often? People from the telly showing up in your bed?
[It's not meant to sound condescending. The Doctor's just curious.]
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[Sam's a few steps ahead, and the Doctor watches him through slightly narrowed eyes. He doesn't really know what to make of him; the stories Sam told and the fact that he apparently knows the Doctor - from a TV show, no less - seem so improbable. And then there's the fact that he looks like the Master. It's all a bit too strange to shrug it off as mere quirks of the universe.]
[The Doctor does feel a little bad about snapping at Sam, though. Sam doesn't seem like the type to be the head of any conspiracies; he seems as confused by all this as the Doctor. Taking a couple of quick steps, the Doctor comes up beside Sam.]
So, does this happen to you often? People from the telly showing up in your bed?
[It's not meant to sound condescending. The Doctor's just curious.]