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"You'd make excellent Time Lords." The Doctor spins around and sonics the lock Parker's picking.
"Hey!" Parker glares. "That was mine!"
"Sorry, sorry!" The Doctor flings up his hands and backs into Eliot, who spills his coffee on Hardison's laptop.
Nate watches. Waits. Plans.
"Aw, man!" Hardison reaches, lifts the sonic screwdriver. He can use that instead.
"Funny you should say that." Sophie tosses a mesh bag at the Doctor. It contains four closed pocket watches. A fifth, jeweled, is open in Sophie's hand; her body is enveloped in golden light.
The Doctor grins.
"About time you showed," says Sophie.
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