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The Doctor's MuffinsThe Doctor’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he raised a hand to scrape through his mangy bed-ridden hair. He groaned as he sat up groggily, suddenly aware of the warm aroma that engulfed his bedroom. Confused, he wiped his eyes with both hands and hopped up and out of his TARDIS-blue bed sheets, stretching before following the sweet scent out of his room.
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He narrowed his brow as his foggy mind cleared up, calculating the source of the smell. He inhaled, trying to pinpoint and possibly recognize the familiar fumes drifting down the TARDIS corridors.
He continued down the hallway, frowning and trying to track it down, mumbling to himself. It wasn’t fire; no, it was much too sweet and comforting. A toxin? Not one he was familiar with. Perhaps a gaseous combination in his lab had combusted? No no, the source originated in… the kitchen, maybe?
His thoughts flashed to Rose. Was she alright? Awake, even? Did she smell it too?
His calculating brain continued to eliminate the