“Sorry, what was that?” She asked, confused. “What’s your name?” She got closer to the man. How did he know her name? She’s never seen this bloke before.
"You really don’t recognize me? It’s me, Rose. Time Lord, two hearts, ringing any bells?" He looked down at the muffin he’d nicked. "Wanna split it? Blueberry."
He nodded. “I know, I know. Still, no harm in merely asking, yes?” He knew that. Yet curiosity still got the better of him. Still, the not answering anything about Gallifrey or Romana, after mentioning Sarah, something about that bothered him. He couldn’t say what, but…
"Oh, I see. Well that is a different story, then, isn’t it?" he mused. "Well, I should like to think that we’d find some way to get around that. We always found a way around everything else." He couldn’t help himself. "How old are you, exactly?"
"Can either of us really say that for sure? Even you don’t know. I’ve restarted counting a handful of times. I’d say I’m at least 1100, but that’s only since the beginning of the Time… Never mind that."
Frowning, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “There’s always a way out,” he muttered. “Suppose you’re right. Just haven’t found it yet.”
Victoria smiled and chuckled a little. “Yes, they’re the proper size.” Her smile faded and she was silent for a moment. “If Jamie’s gone, is anyone with you now? Is there anyone to keep you company?”
"Well there’s the Ponds, but I sort of dropped them home. But don’t you think they’ve seen the last of me. I’ve sent them an invitation I know I won’t be missing."
"Don’t go worrying about me."
Stumbled on this today. Got a bit worried that the TARDIS had gotten tired of being blue or someone had taken paint to her. Thankfully it was just, you know, an ordinary telephone box, one of the decidedly smaller on the inside ones.
She gasped a bit at his quick actions and flinched to close her eyes and hide her face in hopes of self defense but when he didn’t hit her, she looked up at him. Swallowing and smiling lightly through her bloodied face, she introduced herself. “I’m Livia…. Nice to meet you Doctor…where are we going…?”
He’d noticed the injuries on her face already, but as she looked up at him, he had to keep himself from questioning them. At the moment, whatever had done that to her was likely to turn up at any moment and continue whereas his pursuer might well tear them both to pieces. He’d question it later. “Away, which at the moment is better than not away, come on!”
"Why?" Clyde became nervous.
"Clyde, please do what he says," Rani urged. "It’s going to be all right." At least I hope it’s going to be all right.
"Clyde, stay," the Doctor said firmly, as if commanding a dog. Moving over to Rani, he grabbed her arm and steered her away from her infected friend. "Don’t touch him," he warned, "in fact, stay two, three feet back."
"Doctor! No, it isn’t you. It’s the CEO of this company that I’ve been trying to get an interview with… For some reason, he seems to be avoiding me."
"Oh that doesn’t sound like my Sarah! Come now, Journalist Girl. He cancels and you back off? Who is this bloke?"
The First Doctor