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[Transmission begins.]
These are my final words as the Doctor.
Bit dramatic, yes, but you know me. I love a bit of theatre. Always the theatrics with me.
If you're watching this, I'm not the Doctor anymore.
Some time before this message, I recieved an emergency transmission to the TARDIS. Tricky thing is, the transmission was also from the TARDIS. It's a distress call. It shouldn't be possible, but it is possible because I've heard it.
[Interference.]
"Please, I can't lose them. Please… help me!"
…That's my voice.
I don't send myself messages unless I'm really, properly, in trouble. And I think I might be this time.
I've traced the source of the submission to an academy in the 20th centry, let's say 2025, and gone back a bit. Just enough time to figure out what's going on, and why I sent myself a message in the first place. Recursive time loops are tricky like that.
I'm going to be human. Ha! Second time's a charm, I suppose. Don't worry - I've already given us a backstory, so we won't start as total strangers.
Fat lot of good that did me last time.
But this will be difficult. I can't promise you that you'll be safe. But I need you to trust me, as I trust you.
Look after me, alright? Be back soon.
Miss you already.
[Transmission ends.]