Enjoy.
Ok. Crowley thought to himself. One more time. I stabbed some guy.
Check.
I smoked out of there. I was in the hall outside the room.
Check.
I turned to look at the astronaut, and then. . . .
"I think it's forgotten again." A woman said. (River, his mind supplied)
And now, he was-somewhere weird. A...control room? And tied to a chair.
"It seems especially susceptible to their influence, more so than us." The Doctor said. (How did I know he was a doctor?) "Probably because it's essence is-."
"Smoke." Crowley coughed. "My essence is made of smoke."
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