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[bit_impossible]

[many thoughts cross the Doctor's mind as he crosses a particularly starry patch of the Plane; thoughts like, "Wasn't there blood all around here a moment ago?", "Well, since there isn't any blood, I don't have to worry about ruining another pair of trainers!", and "Blimey, I wonder how many I've got left. Probably should look into procuring some

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[pactum]

[What a sight. Emil gives the ostrich an incredulous stare that would chase away any lesser animal, so despite the friendliness imbued in its nature, the ostrich speedily makes its way elsewhere.

And then he's left alone-- but not really-- standing in the midst of red grass and otherworldly silver trees. Maybe in another life this could have been his home.

Nothing feels safe to him anymore.]

... What the hell did you just do?

[bit_impossible]

[frowns, concerned by that tone] Hmm? Oh, well, just think of this as an old man getting lost in a memory. That's all.

[pactum]

This isn't a memory. This is real.

[He stares at the Doctor.]

I've never seen you do this before.