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"She'll see you now," Trella said. The Doctor nodded, and opened the office door. "Doctor," Amber said as he entered. "Please, have a seat." The Doctor sat. "I'll be frank, Lady Amber," he said. "I need a favour." The Goddess of Metafiction regarded him with golden eyes. "Go on." The Doctor leaned forward. "I need the entirety of Outside - the /whole/ realm, and all the realms within - to be time-jumped to Saturday the twenty-sixth of March, 2005, at six-thirty in the evening." Amber raised her eyebrows. "Spoilerphobia's that bad already?" The Doctor shuddered. "You don't want to know." --- Summary: Some things require drastic measures... Disclaimer: 'Doctor Who' and the Doctor are the BBC's. Amber is a product of the third Hoedown. Trella is mine. --- |