The Face in the MirrorWhat was the War Doctor thinking when he met his future selves?More Like This
“Really? You’re both me?”
He had a hard time believing it, he’d apparently regenerated young, and boy-band cute. Twice.
“Am I having a midlife crisis?”
He couldn’t believe how they reacted when he stepped forward. How could they be him, and yet have the instinct to draw a gun? Even after centuries of war he still disliked pointing guns at people. What had happened to him?
Was this what the Moment interface was talking about, what he would turn into?
Insecure, prone to meeting fear with violence? Surely not.
“The shoes bring the cool!” his pinstripey self said. “You wouldn’t understand the cool.”
“You couldn’t handle the cool,” his bow tie wearing incarnation sniped back.
He was accustomed to being a bit of a braggart, but this was something else. “Not since Richmond!” And that was