[END OF TIME SPAM 1 - accidental voice post, courtesy of the cafe's CCTV :|b]
[Oh hey, community. Been a while, hasn’t it, since you saw this account last? That would be because the Doctor here has been hiding his face in shame ever since the incident on Mars, running away from what he did there and his upcoming death. But you know what the stalker community is like, and so now you’re getting a voice recording fresh from a London café. The voice that speaks first, though, is that of one Wilfred Mott, Donna Noble’s grandfather.]
But we had some good times, didn’t we though, with all those Atmos things, planets in the sky, and me with that paintball gun! [He makes “pop” sound with his mouth and laughs, but when he next speaks, he’s a lot more serious.] I keep seeing things Doctor, I. This face. At night.
[And there’s the Doctor’s voice! Sounding quite serious, actually.] Who are you?
[Wilf, on the other hand, is nonplussed.] I’m Wilfred Mott.
No, people have waited hundreds of years to find me and you managed it in a couple of hours.
Well, ‘m just lucky I suppose.
No, but we keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again, like there’s something connecting us.
Well, what’s so important about me?
Exactly, why you? [A short silence follows this question. Then, suddenly, the Doctor says:] I’m going to die.
Well, so am I, one day!
Don’t you dare.
[Wilf’s almost laughing, like he’s not sure how to take this.] Alright, I’ll try not to.
But I was told. “He will knock four times.” That was the prophecy. Knock four times and then…
But when I saw you before you said that your people could change, like their whole body.
I can still die. [The statement is bald. Anyone who’s heard the Doctor talk about regeneration before may be surprised by what he says next.] If I’m killed before regeneration then I’m dead. Even then… even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. … and I’m dead.
[The multiversal signal must be a bit wonky on this voice post, because as Wilfred starts speaking again, everything becomes a bit static-y for a few moments, both men’s voices indistinct and blurry before the sound finally clears itself up.]
How about you, who have you got now?
No one. Well, not physically with me, anyway, not on the TARDIS. I tried being alone in there, I thought it was better. But - [and his voice sounds anguished] I did some things, it went wrong. And I need - [Suddenly, the Doctor breaks off with a sharp rush of breath that almost sounds like a sob, like he’s fighting to keep himself under control.]
Oh my word!
[The Doctor’s voice is semi-amused, but still a little shaky when he says:] Merry Christmas.
[Wilf almost sounds like he’s about to burst into tears himself, worried about his alien friend.] And you!
[The feed ends.]
But we had some good times, didn’t we though, with all those Atmos things, planets in the sky, and me with that paintball gun! [He makes “pop” sound with his mouth and laughs, but when he next speaks, he’s a lot more serious.] I keep seeing things Doctor, I. This face. At night.
[And there’s the Doctor’s voice! Sounding quite serious, actually.] Who are you?
[Wilf, on the other hand, is nonplussed.] I’m Wilfred Mott.
No, people have waited hundreds of years to find me and you managed it in a couple of hours.
Well, ‘m just lucky I suppose.
No, but we keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again, like there’s something connecting us.
Well, what’s so important about me?
Exactly, why you? [A short silence follows this question. Then, suddenly, the Doctor says:] I’m going to die.
Well, so am I, one day!
Don’t you dare.
[Wilf’s almost laughing, like he’s not sure how to take this.] Alright, I’ll try not to.
But I was told. “He will knock four times.” That was the prophecy. Knock four times and then…
But when I saw you before you said that your people could change, like their whole body.
I can still die. [The statement is bald. Anyone who’s heard the Doctor talk about regeneration before may be surprised by what he says next.] If I’m killed before regeneration then I’m dead. Even then… even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. … and I’m dead.
[The multiversal signal must be a bit wonky on this voice post, because as Wilfred starts speaking again, everything becomes a bit static-y for a few moments, both men’s voices indistinct and blurry before the sound finally clears itself up.]
How about you, who have you got now?
No one. Well, not physically with me, anyway, not on the TARDIS. I tried being alone in there, I thought it was better. But - [and his voice sounds anguished] I did some things, it went wrong. And I need - [Suddenly, the Doctor breaks off with a sharp rush of breath that almost sounds like a sob, like he’s fighting to keep himself under control.]
Oh my word!
[The Doctor’s voice is semi-amused, but still a little shaky when he says:] Merry Christmas.
[Wilf almost sounds like he’s about to burst into tears himself, worried about his alien friend.] And you!
[The feed ends.]