This could prove to be interesting.

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If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

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[Oh, and that expression is just uncanny. He frowns.]

You look a lot like someone I know. Stop reminding me of him in other ways.

[Cryptic Doctor is cryptic. But he doesn't care, it wasn't really a comment meant for Sam to actually understand. The Doctor just needed to express the fact that this resemblance is maybe creeping him out a tiny little bit.]

[Since he doesn't expect an answer, he doesn't wait for one, and pushes past Sam, heading down the corridor to his left. He doesn't really know where he's going, but finding his way out of this house sounds like a good way to start.]

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[It's somewhere between faintly insulting and faintly hurtful, being frowned at like that by the Doctor, but Sam shrugs it off.]

Well. I'll do my best, [he mutters wryly, but the Doctor's off out the door at a stride before he has any chance to hear Sam. Not that he'd really intended him to hear in the first place. Sam steps out after him, calling down the corridor.]

Doctor? Um, stairs are that way.

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[Right. Yes, they would be, since he's discovering that they're quite obviously not this way.]

[He turns and follows Sam down the stairs and outside. He's concentrating, reaching out with his mind, trying to find that familiar connection that will tell him which way to go to find the TARDIS. There's something there, but it's too far away to be of any help.]

[He stops for a moment, trying to decide which way to go, when he remembers something.]

Sam! Is there some place nearby where I could get electronic bits and pieces? Radios, old television sets, toasters, anything like that?

[He's got a Stattenheim core in his inner coat pocket. With a little luck, he might be able to put together a Stattenheim remote control.]

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[The Doctor's coat flaps behind him as they make their way down the stairs, and Sam finds himself grinning despite himself. Even if the Doctor seems to have decided he doesn't like Sam much, this is bloody fantastic.]

[They dodge past one of his neighbours- an elderly woman who looks so much a cliche it's faintly ridiculous- and through the doors to the street outside. It's cool, with a slight breeze, and Sam squints down in the street in the same direction as the Doctor. He looks up sharply when the other man says his name.]

Um, yeah. Yeah, there's a junk shop a couple of streets over; here, this way.

[He gives the Doctor a little jerk of the head, peering down the street before setting off across it at a neat stride.]

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[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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[The junk shop a few streets down, will, in a decade or so, become the DIY store Sam worked at during his gap year, and, astoundingly, it's somehow more rubbish now than it was then. Or than it will be. Whatever. Either way, he knows the way well enough that he hardly has to think about where he's going, and he can practically feel the Doctor's eyes on the back of his head. It's slightly unnerving.]

[When the footsteps behind him speed up for a moment, and suddenly the Doctor's next to him, looking over at him curiously, Sam gives him a little eyebrow.]

Reckon if it happened to me often, I'd have handled it a bit better.

[Of course, there's one person from the telly who does routinely show up in his flat, but the Doctor doesn't need to know about her. Sam knows she's nothing but a hallucination.]