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[Filtered to Jack, Ianto, Rose, etc]

Oi, what's this all about? I hear you've proposed. But that's.... Nooooo...can't be! Jack, are you settling down?

New York City. Great place! Chips aren't nearly as delectable, but the place does have some character.

Now if I could only figure out why the TARDIS decided to land on a Sunday... I never land on a Sunday, too dull...

Fantastic!

Well, it's not New New York, so it's not quite as fascinating, but New York circa 2008 has its perks.

Krispy Kreme donuts. I love you Yanks. Ingenius.

What's this then? Has anyone seen a blue police box anywhere?

Hm.

Change isn't always a bad thing. I hear Captain Jack has gone back to Wales, does he ever stick around to clean up his messes? Or does he always leave it up to his team?

Oi! Space boy, what the bleeding hell are we doing in New York?

And where the hell are you?

I suppose this place isn't so bad. I mean - I could do a lot better, and I have and will. But for a quick move after my previous flat mysteriously burned down?** I'd say these are nice digs.





**That had nothing to do with me, by the way. Hence the mystery.

Would somebody care to explain- and this is a very rare request I'm about to make, so, don't any of you go off getting something of a big head- and, please, in discrete details, how there seems to be some sort of a... documented series about me?

And I mean, really, they haven't even gotten the title right. Doctor Who? Seriously? It's bad enough I've got to go about hearing that everywhere I turn, but now this? Oh, I bet that sits well with the viewers at home. "Did you watch that show on the telly?" "Which show?" "Oh, Doctor Who." "What?" "No, no, Doctor Who." "I hardly know what you're going on about. How do you even know what you're watching, if you're not even sure which doctor you're watching?!"

Well, at least I look rather nice, don't I? And the suit, that is a very good colour on me...

Am I too late?

I am in the right world...right? It didn't go wrong?

Doctor? Donna Noble?

The Earth...it's back?

Oh bloody What's happened now? I'm blaming you for this, Doctor. I don't care if I haven't seen you in quite some time, also your fault, it's usually a safe bet to blame you for this sort of mischief.

My TARDIS definitely wasn't supposed to land in New York.

Oh! Well! New York City! Not exactly Paris, 1842- but it is .. wait a minute. Wait, wait.. No. No, this is.. this is wrong.

2008?! Not even 1842?!

Blimey, this is dull.

Mum?

Are we in the right place?

Where the hell am I and how did I get here?

Rose? Pete? Mickey?

Will someone please tell me how I managed to get from my living room where I was watching TV to wherever the bleeding hell this place is?!