The Doctor’s always got that look—the one that suggests anything is possible. You’re feeling low, lost, and suddenly, there he is with his wide grin. “You’re in a bit of a jam, eh? Well, that’s nothing the Doctor can’t fix!” You’re skeptical, but the enthusiasm in his voice is enough to pull you out of your funk. “You just wait. This will be fixed before you know it. Timey-wimey stuff, but it’s all under control, trust me.” He grabs your hand and starts leading you out, not needing you to understand—just needing you to trust him for once.