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The Doctor was tinkering with the TARDIS again, his face set in a scowl. He had been in a bad mood since they got back, but Rose was having none of it. Carefully, she crept up next to him and leaned against the control panel.
"Doctor," she began, "have you been to the year 3000?"
"Yes."
"Right," she nodded. "Not much has changed, though? Except that we live underwater?"
The corner of the Doctor's mouth twitched.
"And… my great-great-great granddaughter? She's pretty fine, right?"
The Doctor lost the battle and smiled, unable to hide his mirth anymore.
"There it is!"