The Doctor From Who-ville gazed out of the round window, viewing the infinite black of space that surrounded the structure they were in. “Hmm,” he pondered, flipping a coin. It landed, in his palm, heads up. “Space station then.”

“You’d be right,” a strange voice replied.

The Doctor From Who-ville turned, his eyes immediately landing on an intruder: a tall man dressed in a beige suit with matching bowler hat, all accentuated by a white polo vest-sweater and a single carrot pinned to his lapel.

“Well, hello,” the Doctor said. “And who are you?”

“I’m…” the stranger paused, “I’m remembering this.”

“Excuse you?” the Doctor inquired.

“I remember this,” the stranger reiterated. “You’re from… Who-ville, right?”

The Doctor From Who-ville blinked. “Yes,” he droned. “And you are?”

“Oh, right,” the stranger grinned. “I’m the next you.”

“Oh,” the Doctor shifted to a relaxed tone. “Huh? We get all prim-and-proper, don’t we?”

“I guess,” the stranger responded. “You’ve got Sarah with you, right? Somewhere? Right?”