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Sam looked at his watch, as if that would help him suss out the man in front of him. He’d appeared out of thin air while Sam was on his way to work, and he couldn’t help but notice.
He’s wearing a strange outfit, more fitting for ancient Rome than 2004 London. When the man noticed him staring, he flushed a bit. His watch informed him that it was nearly eight. “It’s about eight. This is London. Are you daft?”
“Well...” he was completely willing to answer yes, some of the time.. It took him a few moments for his brain to completely switch gears, he knew that face. How could he not, he--The Doctor watched as The Master was pulled into the past after everything that had been done to him, the drums. He remembered the last days of that particular incarnation. It felt like lifetimes ago. Yet here Thomas was staring at the face of The Master, least one of the faces and the man had had many.
"Depends on who you ask and apparently its a bit drafty out here. Do you know a good place to get a coffee?" Thomas asked. He didn't know what to make of this particular situation. Maybe the man was an echo of The Master--Of Koschei. It could happen.
Also he could use some trousers. Because right now he stuck out like a sore thumb.











