Panel 1: Rose
is in a park back in 1987, meeting the man whose name is not Casey and
his current Bond girl--I mean Time Lord companion--I mean friend.
Casey: Have we met?
Rose: Cut it out and give me the whatever.
Panel 2:
Casey: I'm not sure what the whatever is, unless--oh. [He reaches into his pocket.] I got this in the mail this morning.
Panel 3: Casey holds an envelope out to Rose.
Rose: And instead of just saving it until you need it, you're having me travel back thirty years to pick it up.
Panel 4: It's nearly forty years, Rose. Work on your math. In the meantime, she grabs the envelope and walks away.
Casey: Considering that I rarely even remember who I am, that sounds quite efficient of me.
Rose: Sure.
Alt-Text: Rose has reached the "Everything you say and do is probably nonsense" stage of dealing with Casey.
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