She takes a seat in the chair, resting her mangled hand on her good one. For a woman who prides herself on her rationality, there's not a lot of rational thought going on in her skull right now. There's a deep simmering anger in her voice and her scent is a confused mess of hurt and rage and sorrow and disappointment.
"It was the Doctor, surely, but he was not himself. Claimed he was one John Smith, a history teacher. And don't tell me it might have been a doppelganger. I'd know that man if a thousand years had gone passed, in either direction."
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Date: 2009-05-23 05:45 am (UTC)"It was the Doctor, surely, but he was not himself. Claimed he was one John Smith, a history teacher. And don't tell me it might have been a doppelganger. I'd know that man if a thousand years had gone passed, in either direction."