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[The sound of someone landing in a crumpled heap and knocking against a bookshelf, sending several books to the ground.]

What the-- Is this a library? Does 12 even HAVE a library?

[Haymitch sounds baffled, and his speech is slurred. Liquid sloshes around in something metallic, and he unscrews the lid before taking an audible gulp of the contents. Sounds of clanging armor can be heard in the background, but they grow louder as if they're getting closer.]

What the fuck kind of get up is that supposed to be? What are you guys supposed to be, peace keepers? HEY-- Leggo'my arm or I'll pull out the knife, you crazy-- [Sounds of Haymitch smacking the shit out of one of the suits of armor and knocking several together with a clash before yanking his hand back with a wince, because knuckles + solid objects = painful.] HEY! HANDS TO YOURSELF, jackass. I'm leaving! Fuck off, you are NOT getting that knife-- What? What am I supposed to do with--

[Doors open, Haymitch, his flask and his knife all land on the stone steps outside the library with a thud and a clatter. He scrambles across the steps to gather them back together.]

HEY! Get your ass back here and tell me where the hell I am. WHAT DISTRICT IS THIS? I've done some weird things, but I'm pretty sure I've never drunkenly stumbled across district lines. Where are you going?? I said--

[A long pause as Haymitch slumps against the steps and sighs, unscrewing the top of the flask again.]


Hello?


Fuck. How drunk am I??

You know as I was looking at my calendar the other day, I realized that I have been here for a little over a year. Boy has time gone by so fast, I can't believe it, I have to say that even though my brother and some people that I was acquainted with have gone, I really enjoy being here. I have met some amazing people, have a few great friends.

So since I have been here for a year, I'm having another sell on Pie. So come on down to the shop and all pie is 50% off.

A high pitched, electronic, whine, designed to be painful to the ears, carries on for three seconds.

When the voice finally appears, its tones are grave, ripe with anger, and carry the weight of a man who may well have been at the end of his rope.

"Now that I have your attention. I want you all to listen very, very, carefully.

I am The Doctor, and some of you may know me already. Today, someone took me away from a world which needed me, they stole me away when a good man depended on me for his very life, I was given no reason, no explanation. Today, a good man was left frightened and scared, today, I gave up everything to do what had to be done. Today, some has made me very angry.

And here's the thing about me, something you'd have to know if you were going to take me anywhere, making me angry is the worst idea in the whole history of bad ideas - and if you're a person who's stupid enough to make an idea that bad, to take a man like me away from his world, I imagine you'd have a very serious interest in who I am what I do - and if you're a man who's so interested in who I am and what I do, I imagine you're listening - and that's just what I want.

I have been told your name is Asaph, and I have a message for you, for all of you, and I want you to pay very, very, close attention to what I have to say next.

I. am. coming. I will find you. Today, you have made a very big mistake."

The message ends.