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gotta run

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"That would be what most say. Have you been terrifying people lately, Freddy?"

"Good morning!"

“You never do fail to entertain.”

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“Family is all we’ve got in the end.”

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He immediately shook her hand, a grin still across his face. "It's nice to meet you, Ashley. I'm the Doctor." The mad man greeted, shaking her hand for a moment longer before dropping it and grinning. 

"Good morning!"

“You certainly do seem entertaining, so perhaps that puts an end to being bored,” Ashley shrugged, jumping up to stand by his side.  ”I am Ashley Finchmen. It is nice to meet you, sir,” she greeted, offering her hand to shake. 

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His eyes widened slightly at the readings. The Doctor turned, face dipped into a slightly confused expression. "You're a Time Lady..."

"Good morning!"

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The Doctor stumbled back slightly at the tight embrace, but returned it anyways, a laugh leaving his lips. "I missed you as well, Amy." The mad man stated, keeping his hold around her. Traveling alone was no fun at all.

“I’ve missed you, Raggedy man” she said in between small giggles of excitement, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

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"Job hunting? Now that sounds awfully...normal." The Doctor mused, slight distaste in his voice as he spoke, a few random hand movements to match his speech. However, at the offer of coming inside, he turned his attention back to the centurion, arching an invisible brow. "Of course! As long as there is no sitting in one spot for far too long. I don't do sitting..."

“Amy’s out job hunting, no idea why you’re here though, but I’ve missed you,” Rory admitted, looking down at his feet. Rory took in the Doctor’s scent whilst hugging him. “Care to come inside? We’re getting adjusted to our new life.”

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I gotta run, my grandma is bitching me out

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"Oh me? I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor." He finally stepped out of the TARDIS, the door hanging open behind him. "Strange, yes, I know, but not the strangest thing out there if I'm not mistaken!"

The fact that this strange man knew his old title was a little surprising, and also put him on edge. People knowing who he was tended to lead to bad things, in the end. Of course, there was also the fact that the man was leaning out of a blue box, which was strange enough on its own. “… Who are you?”

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That caught the Doctor's attention, causing the mad man to immediately pull out his sonic and scan the woman. "So you've been to Demons Run?" He asked, looking at the readings. 

"Good morning!"

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"Interesting in what way?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, before deciding to ask a question, "How long has it been since you have last seen me?"

"Good morning!"

“Interesting” she said before run ti him and hug her raggedy doctor.

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"Boring? Oh no, now that's not quiet good." He walked over to the girl, quirking a invisible brow, "But better! Now better is good!"

"Good morning!"

“Things are a touch boring on my end, sir,” Ashley told him, shrugging softly. “But, I feel better than I have in ages.”

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"The sky. The sky is what is up." He grinned, leaning slightly against the TARDIS.

"Good morning!"

“What’s up, Doc?”