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just_the_doctor) wrote2006-05-28 07:27 pm
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New Earth
The TARDIS doors open on a windy landscape. A grassy plain on the shore of a lake, with all manner of short-range atmospheric crafts buzzing about their tasks.
"It's the year five billion and twenty-three," the Doctor explains. "We're in the galaxy M-87, and this? This is New Earth."
"It's the year five billion and twenty-three," the Doctor explains. "We're in the galaxy M-87, and this? This is New Earth."
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But there aren't words really, so she just laughs, looking at the Doctor again.
"That's amazing. I'll never get used to this, never. Different ground beneath my feet," she adds gleefully, jumping up and down on the grass to test it, "different sky...
"--what's that smell?"
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