0096. Cheers.

[a_bit_put_upon]

[The audio feed opens, but remains quiet a moment, save for the clack of a buckle being fastened. When the Doctor speaks, it's with a gravity one might expect in a eulogy.]Truth, as observed by Lord Byron, is stranger than fiction. Reality itself, for example. In the reality I hail from alone, there are billions of dimensions, seen as separate

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[deepdowndark]

You're... going.

[Frown frown.]

You were a pleasure to work for, sir. [That's stiff Dwarf for 'I'll miss you']

[bunchasavages]

[And sadface. Until he realizes this has astounding implications for his own attempts at staging a library coup. Then more sadface.]

[mrs_persson]

Doctor?

...Be seeing you. Count on it.

[young_idealist]

Farewell.

[bybloodandhonor]

... May the Light watch over you, Doctor.