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Don't we all.

Of course you do. Though the mess I've gotten myself into is a bit more than worrying about dates, dinner, or what happened on the telly the other night.

I'm slightly more worried about the fact that one of my brothers seems to be resurrecting a century-old family feud for fun and profit. But, yes, that thing on the telly was awful.

OOC: Oh, August, you have no idea...

[ The Doctor is quickly patting his pockets as he tries to fish for his keys. It has been sometime since he has been to the worn down Baker Street home. His mind is clearly elsewhere, as he hangs out on the top step. ]

Family members tend to do things like that. Though I do hope, it isn't going to result in violence.

"It's a bit too late for that, I'm afraid. Lucien is somewhat...evil, not to mention obsessed, and some of the Holmeses aren't much better."

He pauses, wondering why he's sharing this with a total stranger.

"What was your mess?"

You've got a mess??

[Harry gets himself up off the floor, starting to pick up the papers he had been carrying for UNIT.]

Shouldn't go barreling around corners like that, somebody's libel to get hurt.

[ The Doctor was hoping to avoid attracting attention from anyone within UNIT HQ as he cut the corner at full speed. And in doing so, The Doctor was unaware as to who or what was going to meet him there. With his arms going up in the air in surprise, after he collides into Harry. ]

Sorry, but, yes I've got a mess. But let me try to help you with those. [ The Doctor bends over, and he tries to play it cool. With a fracturing Web of Time, and the Time Lords hot on his tail. He knows he doesn't have much time for doodling. He picks up a couple of the papers. ]

The Lt.Commander needed to see me post haste, and I do have to apologize for not watching where I was going.

[ The Doctor finally finds his keys, and he goes to search for the right one. The keys on the old ring are of various shapes and sizes, and it is amazing it even fits inside of his frock's pockets without leaving a big bulge. ]

I see. As for my own mess. It is a bit complicated. Though I do wish you luck when it comes to dealing with your family's mess.

[While a bit ruffled, Harry was a good natured sort and couldn't blame the man entirely for running into him. After all, this stack of papers had held his attention and Harry didn't notice till it was too late.]

Well, that's quite alright then. [He piles up the papers in his arms again, catching a stray one here and there.] Ever since that Doctor fellow got here, it's been one exciting thing to the next. Surprised everyone's not running around and bumping into each other more often.

[Puzzled] You don't look like the militr'y type?

[ The Doctor was well aware that he wasn't in military dress, but he was wearing that costume he picked up from a hospital in San Francisco. And it has grown on him, at least that's what Charley has told him.

And he's going to try and keep his composure, and he dusts off the velvet material of his frock as if nothing was wrong. ] I've heard the same, and I'm sure he's keeping everyone on their toes.

[ He looks at his clothes, and clears his throat. ] As for me? I'm just the new Chaplin. And I got lost on my way to the UNIT chapel.

[Sounds like a reasonable explanation.]

Oh, well then, pleasure meeting you. Harry Sullivan, at your service.

[He shifts the paper stack to his side to offer a handshake.]

[ The Doctor picks up another paper, and he peers at the information on it curiously. It doesn't matter to him if it isn't meant for his eyes. And when he hands the paper back to Harry, he takes the hand in his own.

But now for a name. John Smith is way too much of a John Doe. So, he quickly tries to fish around in his head for another. ]

Pollard. John Pollard. [ That'll work. ] And nice meeting you, Harry. Now what's that Doctor fellow got us chasing now? Daleks? Autons? And please don't tell me it is that bloke with the awful looking beard.

[The papers are mostly reports of physicals that Harry has been trying to find a space to file. Oh, the dismal hum-drum life of a normal person.]

Not quite. Seems he up and changed his face again. The Brigadier saw it happen, right in front of him.

[Little does Harry know that same "teeth and curls" Doctor will be tying him up with a jump rope and stuffing him in a cupboard in the very near future.]

I say...I thought those Dalek things were classified?

Did he now? No wonder I might not have noticed him if he popped into my office.

[ The Doctor puts his and he ahs. ] You'd be surprised at what people will tell a man of the cloth. We tend to be able to know quite a bit about those Dalek things, and the horrors that they have brought with them.

[ It has been a good while since he has been here. At least the course of events sometimes get a bit muddled during each regeneration. ]

And I'll have you know The Brigadier is has been one of my best visitors since my arrival.

Oh...well I suppose that's alright then. Can I help you get to where you're going?

[Don't let the arm load of papers fool you, Harry was always ready to help someone in need.]

Like I said, I got a bit lost on my way back to the chapel, and could use a bit of help finding my way back.

Certainly, follow me then.

[Harry takes the lead, heading for the chapel. Or at least he hopes he's going the right direction, he's only been there a few times since coming to UNIT.]

You're telling me...

[ The scenery looks just about right, but then again places like this always seem to look the same. The Doctor taking up shop in a place that doesn't always seem to see many people is useful. And keeping himself and TARDIS out of sight from both himself is important.

And just around the corner, The Doctor ahs. ] There it is! Perhaps they should put better signs in the hallways. But do feel free to come in.

And how did you manage to cross your own time line?

Thank you, sir, but I'm afraid I have to get back to the grindstone. Patients to see, you see. [But he's done his good deed for the day, surely. Helping this man find his way.]

Take care, Father.

That's understandable. I've got my work to be done here, you never know when the next person comes wandering in looking to nap or ask for a confession.

[ The Doctor takes a deep breath, he dodged a bullet for now. And now he's got work to do. Keep his head down low, and to go hunting for a Dalek once the majority of UNIT's staff has gone for the night. ]

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