Tonight's work is over, and as the clones and lab attendants prepare for a show at Haeresys, only you are left to clean up the contents of a spilled cauldron. You head over to grab a mop when you pause in front of one of the doors, at the sight of turquoise hair and a crooked back facing away from you. The Doctor is engrossed in writing a report, which does not stop him from turning his head to look at you with a faint grin that promises you no good. "Hello."