Quest for Freedom The three Doctors stared at the tiny monitor. "Tragic," the Tenth commented. "What can we do, though?" the Twelfth asked. "Wait, there it is again!" the Eleventh shouted. "We're all three off the screen at some point!" "And?" "We're the Doctor. We can get zapped away and, woohoo, Bob's your... something, years of fanfic potential." "Of course, you'll spend it all pining for me," Emma teased. "Not I," the Eleventh said. The Tenth went to the bar, shoved Vicki aside, and grabbed the telephone. "She'll ring you back." He clicked over, then dialled. "Guardian, baby, darling, we have to talk."