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“We’re lost.”
“We’re not lost! I know exactly where we are!”
“Where are we then?” Sarah stopped dead, folded her arms over her chest, and glared at the Doctor.
“We’re… well, we’re… we’re…” the Doctor frowned and looked around for a moment, before brightening. “Well, we’re not where we’re supposed to be, of course.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“Not in the slightest! Just because we’re not where we’re supposed to be doesn’t mean I don’t know where we’re going.”
“So where are we going, then?”
Silence.
“Doctor? Where are we going?”
The Doctor swung around and grinned. “Jelly baby, Sarah?”