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It was the bleat of rhetoric he would always use when something unexpected happened. The tenth incarnation of The Doctor bolted around his beloved TARDIS, his wonderful blue box that carried him throughout time and space, grabbing at his styled hair with frustration. She had jolted terribly for no reason he could discern and then all at once there were happenings. Everywhere he looked there was something to entice his caution, something to prickle his curiosity. The time rotor was practically hiccupping; one corner of the control room shivered as though it were out of phase; by the door, his hat-and-coat stand suffered its contents morphing with nostalgic regalia, and the scanner had begun to emit a loud bleeping.

Teeth clenched with the desperation to make a decision, The Doctor took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he felt his course of action calling to him.

But what did the timelord choose?

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It was the bleat of rhetoric he would always use when something unexpected happened. The tenth incarnation of The Doctor bolted around his beloved TARDIS, his wonderful blue box that carried him throughout time and space, grabbing at his styled hair with frustration. She had jolted terribly for no reason he could discern and then all at once there were happenings. Everywhere he looked there was something to entice his caution, something to prickle his curiosity. The time rotor was practically hiccupping; one corner of the control room shivered as though it were out of phase; by the door, his hat-and-coat stand suffered its contents morphing with nostalgic regalia, and the scanner had begun to emit a loud bleeping.

Teeth clenched with the desperation to make a decision, The Doctor took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he felt his course of action calling to him.

But what did the timelord choose?

(Go to the description below, sweetie)