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12. The Capaldi Eyebrows
Doctor Who: The Quality of Mercy
The muddy ground on the screen is the same he was walking on just a minute ago. Or close enough, at least.
The materialization is careful and precise to a fault. Can’t afford any mistakes or accidents, not this time.
(The Old Girl seems to agree.)
Though he has to admit, that was almost impressive of her. With his track record, it’s a wonder he doesn’t stumble on Gallifrey one day, without meaning to. But of course that’d be too easy, wouldn’t it?
They say that the Ulanda trees wouldn’t bloom or bear fruit during the War. That the Schlenk Blossoms went extinct, burnt away by the rain. Never had the time to check; but it’s probably true. Pity.
He looks at the desolation outside, clearly evident even on the scanner; and sighs, pushing down thoughts that are far too close for comfort.
“How far we have come to go home again…”
Where the heart is, as they say on Earth.
He opens the door and steps out, in