Instantly realising his mistake, the Doctor’s face fell a little, and he wrung his hands together nervously. “Oh dear. Now, Amy, please don’t do anything rash, like jumping to conclusions that could very well not be rational.”
“Oh like what? My husband an a bow-tie wearing alien switched bodies somehow?” She knew something had been off, and finally it made sense.
“Yes, very good,” he awkwardly patted her shoulder, trying to play it off, “that is exactly the kind of irrational conclusion jumping I’m talking about.”
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