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The Doctor snapped his head up from his book on Earth’s World War V and glanced curiously at the door. Hadn’t Turlough gone to bed earlier? He slept like a rock, it would be unusual for him to find the Doctor once he was asleep.for any reason. Kamelion never seemed to leave his little area. So then it must have been Turlough, which meant something was wrong.
He put his book on the small table nearby and walked to the entrance, his brow furrowed. “Turlough? What’s the matter, has something happened—” He opened the door and blinked in confusion at the man on the other side of it. “—oh, no.” He frowned at his guest. It was like looking in a mirror, albeit it perhaps more of a funhouse mirror that caused deliberate mistakes in the reflection. “This is not good.”
