TTR: Let’s Pretend (drabble) * Ben was at the bar, staring ahead. Polly approached. He didn’t move. “Go away.” “Ben, it’s me.” “Pol! Thought you were that Michelle. You were dead.” “It’s not permanent here, you know.” “That makes it all right, does it?” he countered. Polly put a hand on his arm. “I don’t why you’re cross with me. I didn't strangle myself.” “Too right.” She widened her eyes. “Ben, you didn’t -?” “What, do something stupid?” he returned. “Might have.” Polly followed his gaze. “Ben, why is the Doctor limping?” “Like you said,” he told her, playing with his glass, “nothing’s permanent here…” ***