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       Decay had taken over most of the block, the buildings that hadn’t        already fallen into shambles & debris as dilapidated as the sullen,        rotted earth around them. But people still lived in these leaning        towers of instability -- human beings still called these places home.        Those that still resided in the once-great cities of the eastern world,        that is.

       Those that came from the skies above had begun in Japan, wiping        each & every living creature’s slate clean of information or contact        with a funny man in a blue box that adored bow ties just a little too        much.

       That was the old Doctor though. The Aexol hadn’t been informed of        the great Timelord’s change of heart & mind - only that he was a        threat to what had been planned for millenia to be the most written        about conquest of the ages.

       By the time they had reached the borders of Germany, the Doctor        was already prepared for them. Anyone that had met him in his        short stay or had any sort of notion that he existed had been plucked        up - the heftier bodies at first, then those that had more skill than        brawn in their favor - then put into camps of his own making near        the outskirts of London. There, they would assist him & anyone        else under his regime in the silent destruction of the Aexol hold on        Earth.

       One such human being that would be of marvelous service to the        cause - one Miles Brexton - had lived in the building on the remaining        southern edge of London since the age of ten, & now at a ripe age        of twenty-five, continued to hole up in the watered down brick & stone        lodging tower the Doctor General found himself in now. It was in his        search through the semi-lit halls that he ( along with several others        already picked up ) came across a peculiar young woman, one that        seemed no more or less terrified by the events over the past several        weeks than any other, but peculiar no less.

      The Doctor’s expression was, momentarily,       sober and serious, as if he was insistent that       he was scolding a child, before he grinned to her.

         A kiss was pressed to the top of her hair,          and he grinned down at her. On a man less          decrepit, it would have been a nice smile.

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// All right, friend. Here we go...

40: What would you consider to be your "dream plot"?

...Shoot. I have no idea, honestly! As long as it’s feelsy as hell, I’d say that’s a dream plot!

“--DON’T touch that!”

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