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touchypiper:

thebluephonebox:

touchypiper:

thebluephonebox:

touchypiper started following you

* suspicious look*

You strays never leave.

“I’m sorry, mum, but I…

“It’s Jamie, mum, Jamie McCrimmon! And I’m looking for a fellow, kind bloke, kind of funny looking, hair like this.” He pushes his hair again. “Wait, who are you, mum? And where in all of earth am I?”

She stares, “I’m not drunk enough for this.” she frowns, “The Doctor. I’m the TARDIS. He doesn’t look like Two anymore he looks like Eleven. Jamie, get on the ship, I’m sure you’ll find him. Or get lost and die. Either way I don’t care.”

  1. touchypiper reblogged this from thebluephonebox and added:
    He turns his head twenty five degrees to the left. “The TARDIS! Doctor! Doctor! It’s me, Jamie! Jamie McCrimmon of the...
  2. thebluephonebox reblogged this from touchypiper and added:
    her face, “The blue police box over there you ninny.”
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