A giggle snort in spite of herself. Although it did further prove, it wasn't the Doctor. Sounded like him, but he would have sung along and bounced about and tried to get even more of the song from Rose. Still, it was weird, wasn't it? She was pretty sure she was past the point of seeing his face and mannerisms in perfect strangers in sheer desperate want and need for him.
"My Mum bloody loved that movie, big Julie Andrews fan, she is --" although depending on the universe, that wasn't the main actress, but whatever, it doesn't stop Rose from starting that one up either with a trolling shit-eating grin, "Do a deer, a female deer, ray a drop of golden sun, Me a name I call myself, Fa a long long way to ruuuuuuuun!"
But she stopped and looked at him.
"Look, I know you're not my best mate I've been lookin' for, because you've got wings, and he doesn't splinter, and also, he whined for like five minutes solid about not bein' ginger, but you could be his older brother." She was itching to just grab the sunglasses and double check, but she shoved her fists in her pockets. "I promise no more singing, and can you tell me --" she faltered. In her head it was a perfect arrangement, but now that she had to directly ask the questions...
What could she say? He wasn't the Doctor, the Doctor didn't splinter, Timelords didn't grow wings... no wait, couldn't they? He said he might have two heads. Or no head. Or... she didn't know if it was true or not. In the fallen timelines, he just died, no regenerating. Even if the Doctor had siblings, and this was somehow a way to undo the Time War without pardox; or was indeed itself a paradox, it wasn't like the lives of siblings would look like each other. It was all so mad! Maybe that's where this was. Wonderland. Disney style.
Re: IV
"My Mum bloody loved that movie, big Julie Andrews fan, she is --" although depending on the universe, that wasn't the main actress, but whatever, it doesn't stop Rose from starting that one up either with a trolling shit-eating grin, "Do a deer, a female deer, ray a drop of golden sun, Me a name I call myself, Fa a long long way to ruuuuuuuun!"
But she stopped and looked at him.
"Look, I know you're not my best mate I've been lookin' for, because you've got wings, and he doesn't splinter, and also, he whined for like five minutes solid about not bein' ginger, but you could be his older brother." She was itching to just grab the sunglasses and double check, but she shoved her fists in her pockets. "I promise no more singing, and can you tell me --" she faltered. In her head it was a perfect arrangement, but now that she had to directly ask the questions...
What could she say? He wasn't the Doctor, the Doctor didn't splinter, Timelords didn't grow wings... no wait, couldn't they? He said he might have two heads. Or no head. Or... she didn't know if it was true or not. In the fallen timelines, he just died, no regenerating. Even if the Doctor had siblings, and this was somehow a way to undo the Time War without pardox; or was indeed itself a paradox, it wasn't like the lives of siblings would look like each other. It was all so mad! Maybe that's where this was. Wonderland. Disney style.
"Who are you?"