"Quests are... Questie" He's the Tenth Doctor, he always has lines like this.


Dee looked at the man. He's a looney, he thought. But most probably an Elder. "Very well, 'the Doctor'. I am on a quest and I was wondering if you had been sent to help me."

"Oh," the other man laughed. "I like quests. Quests are... Questie. What sort of quest is it? Wait, you said sent. Sent by whom, exactly? I like to know who I've been sent by."

Dee stared at the man again. "There is no point telling you if you don't know already"

"Aw, come on," 'the Doctor' pleaded. "If you don't tell me I'll find out myself."

Dee was completely confused. "How?"

At that point the other man put two fingers on each of Dee's temples. "What are you doing, man?" Dee tried his best to shake the man off, but just couldn't.

"Wow, we have some REAL cowboys in here. Ah, so you're the head of Enoch Enterprises. You're searching for Nicholas Flamel. He's still living? He's a strange man, I might add. Oh, hang on. There's some things that go back before your time. William Shakespeare. His son. And, hang on..." The man went silent.

Dee starting seeing and hearing things that were obviously not his own thoughts. "You are the Doctor."

The man let go. "Nearly forgot about that," he said, his voice harsh now. "You know that you will never win."

Dee breathed in deeply. He's not on our side! He thought in panic. His aura flared around him. How could he be so trustworthy all of a sudden? He spent his life with a backup plan if things went sour. He had nothing now. All he could do was try and get rid of this 'Elder'.

"Oh, it's running time," the Doctor said happily. "I don't need anyone to have fun running." And then he sprinted off.

Dee hopped back in the car. "Now follow him!"