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Chapter One his tale of nonsense and giant jellyfish, And we meet some Dog Men. The Now: anguish pain anguish pain pain pain hatred fear terror fear paaiiiiiiiiin awake lost nowhere pain can’t find anguish who am i pain paaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin doctor me doctor lost not mine pain mine where am I paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn lost can’t find look memories anguish pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain I Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I am where am i? The Past: The Doctor woke up. Nick to the left of him. Alf to the right of him. Right, that was okay. So why couldn’t he shake the feeling something was wrong? It was then he noticed the giant jellyfish. Gasping in shock was the natural thing to do. He sat in front of the mirror sometimes, and practised particularly shocked expressions to use for the next time it became appropriate. In retrospect, there being a giant jelly fish staring him down, he should’ve guessed he was under water. The Doctor gasped in shock and promptly folded up and proceeded drown, after taking in a big lungful of water. He let out a huge stream of bubbles and hung there, floating in the water rather ungracefully. His majestic bulk making him look like a blowfish. At least he liked to think of it as majestic. The jellyfish screamed something in his head. The Doctor was a bit annoyed at the irritating thing trying to spoil his death scene. It was only two seconds after he was swallowed up by dryness that he remembered he didn’t have to be annoyed about being rescued either - he didn’t want to die. What had happened to his head? When the jellyfish screamed something about being sorry for being loud the Doctor just decided it was easier to give up and drop into unconsciousness. Horribly awkward social situations like this were never his sort of thing.
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