“Don’t touch anything,” Rose says.

“Don’t touch anything,” he whines back at her, mimicking, cruel. He hates this place.

“Seriously, don’t John.”

She emphasizes the John. Not Doctor. Never Doctor. John.

“Well this is just fantastic, isn’t it?” he says, screwing up his face as he kicks the side of the thermal bionucleatic matter converter.

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