Lessons in the flow of N-Time
Spoilers for Blink. Missing moments.
1 : What was, is, and will be-:
"I'm a Time Traveller. Or, I was – I'm stuck, in 1969."
"We're stuck. All of space and time he promised me, now I've got a job in a shop, I've got to support him!"
It isn't that he doesn't have a job. Far from it – Martha complains and gripes about having to support him, sure, but it was her idea. He's got the more difficult task between them, finding a way home. And apparently the answer rests solely in the little purple file folder sitting on the table between them.
He fishes a portable camera from his pocket and sets up in a little recording studio just down the road from their flat, and inserts the tape, knowing full well that it'll be transferable. Behind the camera, Martha sits, holding up the transcript they obtained from Sally Sparrow just days before. He gives her a brief, reassuring grin before pressing play, and moving to sit in front of the camera.
Time to begin.
"Who's the Doctor?"
"He's the Doctor."
"Yup, that's me."
2 : One man's junk is another Time Lord's Blinovitch moment-:
"This is my "timey-whimey" detector. Goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces…whether you wanted to or not actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens."
There's a vital component to the "timey-whimey detection" machine that he's building, and it had to lie smack in the centre of I. M. Foreman's junkyard on Totter's Lane. Well, not the centre exactly, more to the side, but it might as well have been in the centre.
He counts his good fortunes that his first and seventh selves were long gone by 1969, but still feels the hair on the back of his neck bristle on end when he touches the faded blue wood of the junkyard wall. The place will be gone by the 1990's, but it's still standing here, today.
He pushes all nostalgia into the back of his mind, ignores the tingle crawling up his skin that heralds the minute vibrations of crossed timelines, and locks his fingers together, giving Martha a hand up and over the top.