The Joy of Christmas

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It was the third day since they'd arrived at Jackie's flat, and the Doctor was dead. Not actually, of course, but he was beginning to wonder if he would actually regenerate if he died of boredom. That could be awkward to explain. Oh, staying with you for three days was so intensely boring, I literally died. It's okay, though, I'm still alive...sort of. There were still three days to Christmas. He had only endured half of what was in store for him. Honesty, he would have just gotten in the TARDIS and jumped forward, except Rose had said he had to be sociable. So instead, the Doctor sat upside down on the couch, watching some show about two hunters, an Impala, a bunch of angels, and some monsters. It was pretty much the best thing on the television at the time.