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Current Location: Loch Ness, Scotland - BV/TWNY - OTA

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is going fishing for sea monster.

It's not fair, is it?

The Doctor reels in another fish, it's a nice sized one and he goes to take it off the hook. "No, no it's not. You were driven mad for a war with them, and we're without a home. We should find a park to paint the grass and trees to match Gallifrey's."

He misses home, places like these make it even harder on the Time Lord. He feels sad for the people that died that day due to someone's stupidity. "I bet you could catch lots of fish with lightning. "

The sky wouldn't be the same. I suppose we could find an awning and paint it orange, though.

Hey, good idea! *He hits the lake with lightning, and several half-cooked fish come floating up.*

"Well the sunset would make it feel like home," The Doctor makes plans to paint a plot of Central Park and he's going to make sure he finishes near sunset. "It will feel like home that way."

The Doctor watches, there's a smile on his face at the sight of the fish coming up from the depths of the lake. "I bet you're going to eat those."

I suppose that would work.

*Eyeroll* Would you rather I ate the tourists? I'm sure no one will miss them. *And he starts to eat the fish*

"I mean we need the buildings to be the spires, so yeah sunset would work even if it doesn't last long," The Doctor says, he still feels terrible for the jogger he made into a wish bone.

He peers around the shores, nope likely nobody would but he'd feel bad. "Course, you can eat the fish. If you run out of fish you can just zap the water again."

Sounds nice.

Exactly. *He's practically eating the fish whole. Some are even small enough that he really does* Oh, and thank you for that meal the other day. I know you weren't exactly in your right mind then, but I still really appreciate it.

The Doctor frowned, he looked over at the hills in the distance. "No, no I wasn't." He glanced down at his hands, he doesn't know where that bout of strength came from.

"I felt that entire universe collapse Koschei. I hurt a friend, well Jack's good he's got thick skin and forgave me for that one," The Doctor had terrified Jack with that fit of anger and rage. "I heard the screams echo across time and space, the screams of billions and billions." He lowers his head to look down at the water that's making his once bright yellow trainers dirty. "Still like the idea of painting Central Park. I think there's some never fading paint in the Alpha Centauri system, I 'll get some and we can paint the spot the TARDIS park."

Trust me, I understand what madness is like. And you didn't do anything too horrible, did you now? Sure, you got me someone to eat. But you could've burned the world, and you left it alone.

Get some paint, then. Turn the grass red and the trees silver.

The Doctor wonders if he's destined to become like that Broken Doctor one day, maybe in the distant future he is. He didn't mean to call the Jacks itchy, even if they're painfully so. He takes in a deep breath, he takes a rock to toss it into the water.

There's a big tug at the line on his rod, and away it goes. The Doctor lifts head up, and he can't help to think. "Naw, even I know the Loch Ness monster isn't real."

"I'll do just that, I hope you plan to make Central Park into our own Gallifrey with me."

All of us could do it! Paint the whole of Central Park!

You sure? Weirder things have happened!

The Doctor forgets about the fishing pole, he grabs hold of Master's hood and he drags him to the TARDIS. "Let's go get ourselves some paint then."

*And off they go. Sorry, Nessie, we'll see you later.*

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