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Don't touch
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It wasn't often she could make any sense of what the Doctor was talking about, but this time, she really was stumped.
They were in the console room.
A whiteboard was set up, and eight pictures stuck on it. A few were old, most were young-ish, and the Doctor looked at each. The last was a youngish guy with curly hair, to which the Doctor scowled and his eyes narrowed.
"You ever see any of those people" he turned back to Rose "don't mention a thing about me, us, any of our adventures"
"Why?" Rose frowned "You expecting me to blow up the world again?"
The Doctor hesitated, then nodded "Yep, which is why I'm warning you, no talk, no touch, no nothing, got it?"
"Yeah, but who are they?" Rose bit back the sarcastic comment on the tip of her tongue.
"You don't need to know"