We went five or six rounds in. Everyone was having fun, but I couldn't help wondering who was putting the Doctor Who questions in. Every round, it was "What if… the Doctor was in your living room right now?" "What if… the Daleks won?" and they just kept coming. I looked at Emily, but she gave me the same confused look I was giving her. And no one else—that we knew of—was a Whovian, so when Emily gave me a look and started for the kitchen, I followed her.

"Was that you asking the Doctor Who questions?" I asked when we made it to the other side of the kitchen door.

"No. It wasn't you?" She started to look worried.

"Of course not! No one here would understand them anyway."

"What do you want to bet it was the crasher?" Emily glared at the kitchen door, as though she could see right through it, all the way down the hall, and into the living room.

"What if it was?" I asked. "At least we're not going crazy."

Emily sighed. "I guess you're right. Let's get back to the party, crasher or no."

She pulled the door open—and quickly slammed it shut with a shriek.

"What?" I asked.

"What if…" she whispered, "the party crasher was on the other side of this door?"

I rolled my eyes. "Calm down, Emily. He's not going to do anything to the hostess of the party. Someone would be bound to notice your absence."

"Are you sure?" she asked, hand on the doorknob.

I nodded. "Positive."

She slowly opened the door a crack. "What do you want?" she asked.

"Whatever happened to 'Come back anytime'?" he answered in a decidedly English accent.

She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before her face turned to complete shock. When I understood, it took a while to find my voice. "D-Doctor?"

"The one and only!" he said. "Would… would you mind letting me in? It's a bit awkward… talking to a door. Not that I haven't done it before."

Emily swung the door open and threw her arms around her favorite Time Lord. "Doctor!"

"Try not to kill me," he said jokingly; "I'm on my last life."

I stood back and appraised his new… everything. "How can we be sure you're the Doctor?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the shark-tooth necklace as Emily let him go.

He sighed. "Do I really have to do another demonstration with my sonic screwdriver?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. But I am wondering about your choice in clothes." I smirked as I thought about the possibilities. "Were you trying to look like a Buffy cosplayer, or were you just trying to put your ninth and tenth styles together when you started wearing that coat?"

"I… thought it looked cool," he said, frowning slightly.

I rolled my eyes. I'd hoped he would be over the "cool" thing by his thirteenth self.

"I think it looks cool," Emily said to no one in particular.

"Says the girl with the puppy-smuggler comments!" I replied.

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite a bit like Martin Freeman in Sherlock—when Sherlock apologized to Molly. "She said I'm a puppy-smuggler?"

Emily made a doesn't-matter-now gesture as she said, "That was when you were just a party crasher."

I interrupted. "Basically, she's saying everything's cool on you."

"Shut up, Liz," Em replied. "Am not!"

"So… it's not cool?" The Doctor looked hopelessly confused.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "Anyway, care to tell us why you're crashing the party?"

"Just… just passing through," he answered.

"So… last life?" I asked with a grin. "Bet you tried for ginger this time because it was your last chance."

He awkwardly shoved his hands into his overcoat pockets and shuffled his feet. "No. No I didn't."

"You're an awful liar," I remarked. Emily rolled her eyes at me.

The Doctor leaned on a counter and sighed. "That's one of the drawbacks of the new me, I guess."

I nudged him with a grin. "Bet it came with the hair."

He frowned. "Shut up. You've got no room to talk; you don't get a new face and a new personality when you die."

Emily joined in. "Ooo, touchy. Bet that came with the hair too. Redheads are known for their tempers…"

After a moment of frowning at the both of us, his face broke into a grin. "You two…"

"Can we get back to the party?" I asked. "If they haven't continued playing without us, they're probably eating all the snacks."

"Right, and I was hoping to get a bit more to eat," the Doctor replied enthusiastically.

Emily glared at him. "No more for you. Just… keep your fingers out of the food."

I swear I saw the Doctor roll his eyes as he left the kitchen. I turned to look at Emily.

Her eyebrows drew together. "What?"

"You're hoping he's going to take you on an adventure," I said matter-of-factly.

"And you're not?" she asked incredulously.

"It's a possibility, but I'm not holding out a lot of hope."

"I just can't wait to see this in the show," Emily said excitedly. "Maybe we'll be like Craig or Wilf!" She saluted when she said Wilf's name because she considered him the best temporary companion ever. Even if he did contribute to the tenth Doctor's end.

"If we end up in the show," I replied.

"It's still a possibility," she said huffily before walking out the door.

"Slim to none," I muttered as I followed.

Surprise? I figured you'd see it coming, so probably not a surprise. However... the shirt does say "Schrodinger's cat is alive" on the back. Probably not a surprise either.

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