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Rose heard the noise of someone fussing about in her upstairs rooms. She quickly went up to see who it was and raised her eyesbrows att the man who fell out of her hall closer

The Time Lady's eyes remained downcast for a long moment at the scanner that she held in her hands.  After her TARDIS had very nearly crash-landed and the monitor had flashed blue (the code red of her ship), she merely wanted answers.  All she could hope was that she wasn't in a parallel universe, but her odds weren't looking great.

Finally, her gaze was attracted forward to a man in a bow tie and she wondered why his presence had been enough to draw her attention away from her mission.  That question was answered when her time sense began going insane with a familiar but uncommon flare.

A Time Lord.

Jim sniffs, breathing in the familiar scent of Timelord. He looks up. "Hello, Doctor."

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"'Ello! I'm the Doctor."

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"Hello! Welcome to the Rose and Crown Historic Pub! I'm Clara, Clara Oswald," Clara began, smiling as a customer walked through the door. "I will be your server this evening. Will you come this way please?" she added, gesturing toward a table by the window.