The Doctor takes a break to monitor the aether frequencies. He huffs at the angry retort of some paranoid husband and takes a sip of his tea. Then, he sees the image of one of the many urchins in New Babbage. His teacup falls from his hand and shatters on the stone floor of his laboratory. He confirms the date of transmission. He manipulates the knobs to focus on the fur of the young neko...the tail...the ears...the bare footpaws...
He sorts through his family album, comparing the picture on the screen to ones in his possession.
"No...it...it CAN'T be!"
He bolts from his seat, slamming the iron door behind him. A picture of Koen floats to the floor, and a small trickle of tea crosses over the face of the picture.
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