As the Doctor, Amy, and Rory quietly maneuvered through the shadowy halls of the university, investigating reports of peculiar disturbances, they unexpectedly encountered a cloaked figure. The anomaly bore a striking resemblance to the Doctor, though there was an aura of weariness and mystery about them.

Surprised, the Doctor spoke first, "Well, hello there! You seem... familiar."

The figure regarded them with a mix of curiosity and melancholy. "Doctor," they acknowledged quietly. "It's been a long time."

Amy and Rory exchanged bewildered glances, sensing the weight of the unspoken history between the two.

The Doctor's expression turned grave yet tender. "You... you're one of mine, aren't you?"

A wistful smile touched the figure's lips. "Yes, once upon a time."

Rory, ever the diplomat, ventured cautiously, "So, what brings you here?"

The figure hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "Investigating, like you. These disturbances, they ripple through time in ways I can't ignore."

Amy, sensing the depth of emotion, asked softly, "What happened to you?"

The figure's gaze drifted, lost momentarily in memories. "The Time War... it changed everything. I couldn't stay. I had to find my own path."

The Doctor nodded, understanding dawning in their eyes. "You're... my middle child..."

A flicker of sadness crossed the figure's face. "In a way."

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Silence settled between them, laden with unspoken regrets and the weight of countless timelines.

Before the Doctor could delve deeper, the figure spoke again, voice tinged with urgency, "Be careful, Doctor. There's more to this place than meets the eye. Shadows of the past linger here."

With that enigmatic warning, the figure nodded solemnly and slipped away into the darkness,