The Doctor, for his part, looks at the photographs, impressed by them. She's really good at it. It's more than just pictures frozen in time, it's a moment-- No, it's the essence of a moment. Every photo tells a story in its own way and he can feel things from them, vague psychic, or maybe magic, impressions.
"These are brilliant." He calls this, loud enough for her to hear. Then he sees himself himself. It makes him pause a moment like pictures of himself himself that he didn't mean for it to happen usually do. He feels a slight habitual consternation. It's always awkward to be photographed and end up in a book, then come back fifty, twenty, seven hundred decades later and have people double take. Then he has to go either the whole ancestor route or ignore it.
But here, at least, it was different.
He looks at himself for a long moment, then takes the note, careful not to touch the photograph, and opens it.
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The Doctor, for his part, looks at the photographs, impressed by them. She's really good at it. It's more than just pictures frozen in time, it's a moment-- No, it's the essence of a moment. Every photo tells a story in its own way and he can feel things from them, vague psychic, or maybe magic, impressions.
"These are brilliant." He calls this, loud enough for her to hear. Then he sees himself himself. It makes him pause a moment like pictures of himself himself that he didn't mean for it to happen usually do. He feels a slight habitual consternation. It's always awkward to be photographed and end up in a book, then come back fifty, twenty, seven hundred decades later and have people double take. Then he has to go either the whole ancestor route or ignore it.
But here, at least, it was different.
He looks at himself for a long moment, then takes the note, careful not to touch the photograph, and opens it.