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[rule_britannia]

Well, this is just bloody brilliant.

Unless they’re lying. They could be lying. I don’t feel any different. I certainly don’t feel more sodding real than I did before… but this isn’t London. Magic, maybe? Could be. Maybe I’m dreaming. Pinching doesn’t work though so it must be one hell of a good---… Maybe I’m dead? Oh, bloody hell, what if I am dead? How the bloody fuck did that happen?!

No, no… Calm down, Arthur…

… Thinking about it, I suppose I should have expected it, if I’m honest, but who the bloody hell is going to entertain for a moment the idea that they’re fictional? The world’s always felt perfectly real to me and I… ah, bollocks… I’m not dealing with this very well...

...

I need a drink.

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[rule_britannia]

"Aha, excellent.."

Arthur does just that, pausing in the doorway and going suitably wide-eyed at what he sees.

"... She's gorgeous."

[icanbuyafez]

The Doctor grins and touches the console tenderly, looking up at her.

"Isn't she, though? I've been with her for 700 some years, and she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever known."

He looks back at Arthur, liking him more than he did already.

"Most people are impressed by the bigger on the inside part, but that's often as far as it goes. Not many people can really see her."