In all truth, the Doctor hadn't intended to arrive on the doorstep of the Nexus, not today, not when he's got so much of the universe to explore now that he's stepped off from his cloud above it all and has managed to understand that the Glorious Ponds will live on and there are worlds and people out there to discover in every corner of the universe and if he doesn't stop, he'll never be able to explore it all, not even in his very long life.
Of course, all that must wait -- there is croquet to be had.
Standing there in a top hat, a scarf, white linen trousers, and a bowtie atop his usual shirt, the Doctor uses the end of the mallet to scratch at his nose, sniffing as he inspects the post. "I don't mean to argue the rules incessantly, but I distinctly remember a flamingo in this game," he says, with all the sincerity of a man who's long since forgotten whether Alice in Wonderland is something fictional or a strange world he's lived once or twice.
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Of course, all that must wait -- there is croquet to be had.
Standing there in a top hat, a scarf, white linen trousers, and a bowtie atop his usual shirt, the Doctor uses the end of the mallet to scratch at his nose, sniffing as he inspects the post. "I don't mean to argue the rules incessantly, but I distinctly remember a flamingo in this game," he says, with all the sincerity of a man who's long since forgotten whether Alice in Wonderland is something fictional or a strange world he's lived once or twice.