Hello, Ponds! Checking in.
How are you?
Really?
Not much to report...
Surfed the fires of Floradal .
Not deliberately, just the easiest way out...
Met Mata Hari at a Paris Hotel room...
What an interesting woman.
Laid down some backing vocals.
I should be with you anyday now,
literally any day.
Helmic regulators playing.
Can't get the temporal steering right.
Oh, dear. I appear to have
collided with Ancient Greece.
The Doctor.
- Stop everything!
- What's going on?
- Doctor. Bedroom!
- We have a rule about the bedroom.
No one on this planet is safe right now.
We have to solve this before it's too late.
- Get your clothes on. If we move fast enough
we at least stand a chance...
and you have no idea what
I'm talking about, do you?
No!
Oh, helmic regulator again!
Too early! Wrong point! As you were!
Doctor, you can't just go like that.
What's happening? Don't we need to know?
Popped up in the wrong order.
Easy mistake to make. Nothing to alarm you.
Forget I was ever here. I'll be back soon enough,
I would have thought. Everything's fine.
Pretty much. Don't worry about the future.
The future's really...
safe.
Really really safe.
Sleep well.
I really hate it when he does that.
Woah!
Out of the way, Mr. Pond.
What? Why not?
May I... be of... any assistance?
- Ood on the loo.
- Yeah.
- Ood? Yes!
I was wondering where he'd got to. I thought
he'd just gone for a walk in the TARDIS.
Must have wandered off when
I popped in the other night.
If it was the other night.
You know, I rescued him from
the middle of the Androvax Conflict.
I was taking him back to the Oodsphere.
Anyway he's not being a nuisance, is he?
Enjoy... your workday... experience.
Doctor? Doctor...
He, um, he seems to think
that he's our butler.
He's conditioned to serve!
You know the best thing is, let him do just that.
I'll come and pick him up tonight.
Whenever tonight is.
Oh no, gotta go. Power drain's threatening
to cause the TARDIS to implode.
Oh no, that's bad. Why are you doing that?
No no no! Don't do that!
Your infusions. How else...
may I be of service?
- I feel so guilty.
- Just eat your breakfast.
Ponds. Me again.
Sorry about the gaps in communications.
Dropped your Ood back home.
Reconnected it to the hive mind.
Helmic regulator's still not working.
Got hit by an arrow at Hastings Hill.
Also, rode a horse
through eleventh century Coventry.
Also I think I may have
accidentally invented pasta.
I popped 'round but you were out. Which is fine.
Everything's alright, isn't it? With you two?
Of course it is. Ponds, always fine.
Just worrying unnecessarily.
Anyway just call me if you need me. Okay.
Toodle pip.
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We need you, Raggedy Man.
I need you.