"Pirates." The man said suddenly. "Nineteen-eighty-two. Seven years old. You liked pirates." He froze, his eyes growing wide. "Running away from the theatre, all dirtied up and covered in bruises, and all you had to say was how much you liked pirates." He remembered a man, holding out his hand; telling him to follow. A blue box. He felt tears start to form. "You look different."
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