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[thebiologicalmetacrisis]

 [ He'd love to feel the slightest bit uneasy. Really. And now that he thought about it, uneasiness would be the normal response to a sense of forgetting some important detail. But by this point, the Doctor is hardly fazed by the dubious manila envelope at the edge of his desk, or the blank space in his memory where 'ten minutes ago' should be. So he lets it go. He'll figure it out eventually... maybe. And if he doesn't - well, so be it! Can't have been so important after all, eh?

It's the clicking of the door which snaps him out of his thoughts, literally causing him to drop what he was doing (or in this case, researching). ] 

Ah, 'lo there. [ Properly setting papers and artifacts and 'whathaveyou's aside, he takes a sip from his tea mug - because it's there. ] Long time no see--?