Aka: KATIE LOOK I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING ABOUT WHAT WE’VE DISCUSSED IN THE PAST.
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The radio pirate looks up. “You got tall, boy.”
"And you, my friend, got old.” He flashes a good-natured smile shortly before they hug. “Listen, I like the beard, though. Very tough-looking. Very—very beardy and whatnot. That’s new, innit?”
"I’ve had it for years."
"Has it been that long already?"
"Quite a handful."
"Well, I meant to be by sooner, but I had this nasty run-in with some giant sentient mole rats on a sewer planet and you can imagine about how well that went—which is to say, not very, on account of their idol being stolen by the sentient cats that lived on the surface—"
"D-Doctor? Who is this man?" Amy asks. "How do you know him?"
"Oh, it’s a fascinating story!" answers the Doctor. "Lots of action and intrigue and danger—lots of danger—”
"He saved my ass back during the war," Dr. Death Defying cuts in.
"Or you could just skip right to the end."
"War? Which war? What kind? We’ve seen several," Rory admits.
"Second American Civil War," explains Dr. Death Defying. "Better known in more politically correct circles as the Great Fires."
"And you are?" asks Amy.
"Dr. Death Defying, and pleased to make your acquaintances. If you’re with the Doc you must be shiny people. You’re all safe here, though I’m gonna guess that old blue box is safer still."
"Would be. Don’t have it. The TARDIS was stolen," says the Doctor.
"Stolen?" Dr. Death Defying looks surprised. "By who?"
"Don’t know. Hoping you could say. Large group of men in white clothes with funny masks on, some with happy faces. Certainly weren’t going to a costume party and didn’t like it that I asked…"