❝…Doctor ?…What is wrong with you ? ❞

❝ — i’m sorry– he left. can
i take a message? ❞
his dead eyes stared past the
tessaract, as if either of them
were a transparent appearance.
and-count-the-saints liked this the voices whisper this title in his ears, again and again, never stop whispering the name of this empty man– ❝ —the P R...
❝ Where’s he gone then, eh? ❞ He tilts his head, flashing his eyebrows at the man in a taunting manner. ❝ Just popped...
❝ I could tell. I’m not here for him; I came to see just what exactly took his place. ❞
U n h i n g e d was the first word that came to mind as she watched him repeat and repeat and whisper and whisper… What...
“Should I be surprised in any way?”