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[ The first thing you see....is pumpkins. So many pumpkins. This house is full of pumpkins in various stages of being carved. Those who know Hazel can easily recognize this scene of mass chaos as Residence #11. However, the chalk scribbles on the wall are decidedly not hers. To start with, some of them are in a different language that looks kind of circly.

The personless scene lasts only for a moment before the Doctor scurries into frame, looking a mixture of confused and frowny. He's looking kind of magician, wearing a black coat over a black hoodie. Finally, he's holding an owl by the scruff of it's neck (can you do that with an owl? Who knows, the Doctor's doing so). Said owl is Owlfonso, the skateboarding owl that really doesn't want to be here right now and is desperately trying to peck the Doctor's fingers. ]

I want to clarify first that for once, none of this is my fault. [ except the chalk writing, which is obviously his, but that either a: goes without commenting on or b: the Doctor's forgotten it by now. also wow, that sure is a Scottish accent ] That being said- [ WHAM the camera gets a face full of owl ]

Is this normal? I mean, normal for owls. Is this how I can tell this dimension apart from my dimension? No eyepatches, no goatees, just owls that can suddenly skateboard? [ He backs poor Owlfonso away from the camera, as the Doctor's still got an expression that's pure 'what the hell is this shit' ] Well, skateboarding owls and a postponed perestroika. Spoilers, you're twenty years out of date.

[ pause, frown. The Doctor looks over at poor Owlfonso with a sort of resigned expression. ] The alternate dimension of owls and Communism. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

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Based on aligning testimony it appears there are at least five others who are from the same dimension. However, this is an imperfect analysis as some of this testimony regards my host's future. It's perfectly plausible that we are the odd ones out and there is some unknown divergence between our world and theirs. It's also plausible that none of us are from the same dimension, as any small variation in circumstances can indicate some sort of dimensional shift.

[ the Doctor's eyes bug out a little. Five?! That's...well, that's not fair to start with. ]

Similar dimensions or not, you all still know each other. That's...good. It's always nice to be stuck somewhere with people you know.

That's debatable.

[ That's York butting into the conversation. ]

I mean, in this case, we're all cool, but it's still debatable.

No, you're wrong, it's nice. [ sorry York. ]

And who are you? Where'd the AI go, we were having a lovely conversation.

I'm York. And D's still here— D's Delta, by the way. He has a tendency to get into discussions without ever introducing himself.

Don't worry, I do the same thing. [ they've only met for a second and he's already bonded with the damn AI ] Pleasure to meet you, York—and you too, Delta. I'm the Doctor.

[ Neither of them think to question the title—they were in an organization where the men in charge were simply known as the Director and the Counselor, after all. If this man says he's the Doctor, then so he is. ]

You say the owl is his own. Is that to imply the owl is sentient, or simply that you don't think of him as a pet?

Can't it be both? Sentient just means capable of thought, which the owl certainly is. He's also definitely not a pet.

Certainly. In fact, one might argue that would be the most likely response to that question.

In that case, for once in my life, I'm following the expected train of thought.