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Elliot cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of the tea; two sugars, just the way he liked it. If the signals were usual, a strange man wouldnât be here. But he kept his mouth shut about that. Instead, he skimmed through his audios until he found what he wanted. He hesitantly held out his headphones to the man across the table. âAnything like this?â It was a recording of one of the static-y messages that usually floated around.
The Doctor placed the headphones over his ears and scrunched his nose up at the sound. Quick as you like, he whipped out a pen and leather journal from inside his coat pocket and started scribbling furiously, large circles twisting through each other and forming some sort of irregular pattern that came so easily to him.
















