Chapter Twenty-Five, Part Four: Ovum RegemMature

“All right, all right. I will eventually. For you. Borusa needs us in the Panopticon in one hour, all right?” Rassilon quips, pointedly brushing her good-hearted glare off his shoulder as he walks out of the room and down the hallway to the Doctor’s study... 

And as he passes the Doctor’s door, where the man is lying practically in state, sleeping off the last few hours, he smiles, thinking to himself, not today, Doctor... not today.


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