Mr. 96: Time for the magic prologues! In this one I make it clear that not all Doctors are in the same point…..

The Sixth Doctor landed in the middle of the Church of Necessarius. "Hello?" he asked. "Anyone here?"

"Alright, pal. You got a minute to explain yourself before I blow your fucking head off," a voice called from behind him.

"I don't think that's necessary," another voice called out, "If you did that I'd be really in a mess." Unlike the first voice, the Doctor knew this one well.

"Eight? Is that you?" he said, turning around. Sure enough, the eighth incarnation of the Doctor, the most mysterious of them all, was standing right next to an unknown red-haired man in black, and a woman wearing a very revealing and asymmetrical outfit.

"Yeah, it seems the TARDIS dropped me off here too," Eight said, folding his arms. "These guys are some kind of order of magic or something else. The fourteen-year-old is Stiyl Magnus, the lady's Kaori Kanazaki."

"Oh, really?" Six said, looking at the two mages. "That can't be correct, because number one, magic isn't real, and number two, this is a Christian church, and I know from my experience in Salem, Massachusetts that most forms of Christianity reject all forms of magic!"

"It is something of a paradox, yes," Kaori said, "We use magic to end magic. And, for the record, from what your other self tells us, you are an alien with two hearts traveling in a blue box and you dismiss the idea of magic?"

"Time travel is a science!" Six said, "You can't expect someone as advanced as me to dismiss anything as unexplainable!"

"Shut up, old man!" Stiyl said, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. "You wanna preach that stuff, go to some ESPER academy or something!"

Six turned to Stiyl. "Would you please stop smoking in my prescence? It's a disgusting habit!"

"Blow it out of your scarecrow-crap jacket, creep!"

Kaori sighed, rubbing her forehead. "We're supposed to take you to the vicar. He's supposed to be interested in you for some reason."

"Alright then, let's see this vicar!" the Sixth Doctor said, rubbing his hands together.

"Yeah, then we'll really get some answers around here," the Eighth Doctor said, nodding.

Both entered the vicar's office, escorted by Stiyl and Kaori Kanazaki. Eight walked up to the vicar, with his hand extended. "Hi, how do you do, I'm….."

"The Doctor," Six said, rudely pushing Eight aside, "Now let's get down to business: What is going on here?"

But the vicar didn't listen. He was deep in thought, rubbing his hands together, not even looking at the Doctors, until he turned around to look at them.

"Doctor?" the elderly priest said, "the Doctor? No, you are definitely not…."

"How do you know me?" Six asked, folding his arms.

"I do not," the priest shook his head, "However, another man who also called himself the Doctor made himself known to us in the past."

"Did you ever visit this one?" Six whispered to Eight.

"My guess is that it's something we have yet to do…..or else our other versions are scattered across time," the older Doctor replied.

"Easy enough to explain!" the Sixth Doctor said, "What you have encountered was…er, another member of the organization we represent, Mr. Vicar. Both of us carry the title of the Doctor as our rank as Time Lords."

"Very well," the vicar said, smiling, "Then out of curiosity, how is the Doctor that I met doing?"

"He's, um, doing quite well," Eight said, trying his best to keep a straight face while lying. "In fact, right now he's on Gallifrey. Running for president, and all, he's really busy."

"Erm…..yes! That's right!" Six said, "Anyway, we really have some business to take care of, as our compatriot has left something un-dealt with. May we trust your members to help us in this cause?"

"Hmmmmm…yes, yes, I suppose I owe the previous Doctor and the Time Lords that much," the vicar said, "Stiyl, Kaori, go with one of the Doctors, while I call in an overseas member to accompany the other one."

"Splitting up, eh?" Eight said.

"I prefer it that way," Six said, straightening out his coat, "Just one of us is fine for anything. Too many bakers spoil a crust, if you'll forgive my expression. So, when do we get started?"

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The Fifth Doctor perused a fresh vegetable shop. "How about that one over there?" he asked the shopkeep.

"That's 269 yen," the vendor said.

"I'll take it!" the Doctor said, taking out his coin purse. Luckily, he had stocked up in the money of all time zones and countries, so he could afford a leek.

The salesman handed the Doctor the leek, which the latter instantly fixed to his lapel. "Thanks!" he said, "it's the next best thing to my celery!"

The shopkeeper stared at the man in white, who was now walking away. "What a strange young feller…" he said, quietly to himself.

Mr. 96: The vicar being familiar with the Doctor? What does it all mean? Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, that's what!