“ so you’re telling me that this isn’t the THIRD MOON OF RACHUS? ” confusion is spread clear across the time lord’s face, brow is furrowed as he stares back at @ektal with an expression that reads where the hell am i? the metal walls, the singular person standing in front of him now — his shirt matches the TARDIS. maybe if he weren’t here now, he’d laugh! “ i’m i’m a ship. a space ship. WHAT IS THIS PLACE CALLED? ”
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