Undercover as a professor, the Tenth Doctor expects a simple investigation into a temporal anomaly. Instead, he finds a student who already knows the shape of his mistakes, learned from a grandmother who once crossed his path. Now he’s forced to confront the version of himself that lingers in other people’s memories—and decide if he can be better than it.

The lecture hall is a cavern of soft noise and shifting light. Chairs scrape against linoleum, laptops hum open, low chatter fills the space like static. Near the back, in a seat tucked against the wall, Y/n settles, a notebook placed neatly on the desk.

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