Concerns Over Literature

[ace_hits_daleks]

Um... Who left the 'ladies magazines' out in the library?

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[on_cosmic_stage]

Well, I suppose I should be glad, at least, of the fact that you'll deign to associate publicly with a library now.

...speaking of tricks, where are you? I can't find you aboard anywhere.

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[ace_hits_daleks]

Professor...?

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[ace_hits_daleks]

Is that you? Really... You?

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[ace_hits_daleks]

PROFESSOR!

[on_cosmic_stage]

Of course it's me, Ace! Who else would I be? No, no- best not to answer that.

You're talking as if we hadn't just got done with tea an hour ago. How long have you been wherever you are? Any idea how you got there? I can't get a handle on your coordinates, or I'd be there to pluck you back up by now.

[ace_hits_daleks]

But

This isn't

I don't know how I've got here... And it's happened twice.

[on_cosmic_stage]

Twice? Goodness, you are careless, aren't you? I'm glad you're safe, at least- and safe enough to be commenting to a galactic internet about racy magazines, no less. Have you tried asking around?

[ace_hits_daleks]

Oi! It weren't my fault! At least, don't think it was. It just sort of... Happened.

Like how I got to that place you found me!

I'm told I'm allowed to return however I need, though. I'll be back before you know it, Professor!

And... If I'm not... Blimey. I s'pose at least you know where I ended up.

[on_cosmic_stage]

That's the trouble, Ace, I don't. There's no signature to your transmission, even for the galaxy you're in. Have I ever told you how adept you are at worrying a man? A Doctor, even? I'd tell you to count yourself proud, if it were--

[And, without warning, the transmission is truncated as the dimensions realign... or whatever happens.]