He sat on the bridge between the Dreaming and her own realm when she found him, thin and blond this time.
“Hello,” he beamed. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” But when she smiled, he remembered and his face fell. “Oh. You. Does that mean I’m… Are you going to…?”
“Maybe one day, but not today.”
From behind her, a brightly coloured head poked, surrounded by kaleidoscopic butterflies.
“i’M DeL. sIs sAYs yoU cHanGE A loT, bUt nOt liKe UNdeRWeAr. CaN i, uM, DeSiGn yOu nEXt tIme?”
The Doctor smiled. “Why not?”
Death giggled. “You’re going to regret saying that, you know.”
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