"We spoke to the Doctor for a very long time.
A long, long, very long conversation about nothing in particular.
A moment of casual conversation where you'd forget what you were talking about five minutes ago.
It was the kind of chatter where, even if you wanted to remember, you wouldn't be able to.
We gulped coffee down, our eyes wide awake, our spirits running high.
We didn't even notice that our conversation had started going in circles, and even when we did notice, we kept looping it anyway.
We laughed until our sides hurt, or at times, wore the same look of exasperation.
We indulged in nostalgia,
and kept continuing the same thing...
Before anyone knew it,
the Doctor, Romani Archaman, had...
At some point, left behind a half-finished cup of coffee, vanishing without a trace."
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