‘It’s always the mess,’ he muses to himself. ‘Never the fun in between. For some odd reason, the universe has this cosmic aversion towards being in the moment.’

“Suppose you could say that,” He replies as he takes a couple steps closer to the man. For a second, his eyes wander around the room, trying to get a better gauge of where he stands.

“I’m The Doctor. Don’t suppose you know who’s in charge around here? Or are we dealing with something more communal around here?”