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he stopped at a distance. He saw a house and from it, the old Doctor came out. He stretched out to sit in the passenger seat. He stared at it and clenched his fist. Why does he feel, time is playing tricks on him? Or is he too distracted? He was even more surprised when the next to come out of the house, was the woman he knew. Kate.

He clenched his fist. When he once confronted Kate it was he who got angry. But now, he sees the two meet. He was hesitant about which one he would follow, the departing woman in her car or the one to talk to the old Doctor. The first prevailed.

The old man was surprised to see the guest. He was suddenly confused and stuttered even though he hadn't asked anything.

“M-mr. McCluskey? ”

He did not smile. His gaze remained in line with it. "I am."

“W-what are you doing h-here?”

"For a coffee." Even though it di