Allen looked on, the hopeless expression on his face worsening. The Doctor seemed to be losing control of his forms, and dying at the same time. There was a bomb hooked to the TARDIS that would kill all of them, and Allen knew that if the Doctor died now there would be no hope left for the planet. As mad as the ginger boy was at this absurd Time Lord, he wasn't an idiot. It was all up to the Doctor now.<br/><br/>His mouth dropped open as the older/younger versions of the Doctor explained what might happen if they went through with the most recent Doctor's plan. He had done so much in his long lifetime that all of those things could happen? It seemed impossible... But then again, when had the word 'impossible' meant anything to the Doctor?<br/><br/>And just as he was getting to the crux of his apparently insane plan, a loud noise started going. Allen looked around, confused, but then the Doctor pulled out a strange little leather wallet. His expression changed (along with his appearance, becoming again the funny-looking man in the bow tie) from despair to exhilaration, and he grinned broadly at Allen.<br/><br/>None of this made any sense to the human. All of a sudden, the Doctor was spouting off about how brilliant Robin was. But how could she have possibly sent him a message on a piece of paper? When the strange alien handed Allen the paper, he read it quickly, a smile slowly spreading across his own mouth. He's always known Robin would do great things someday.<br/><br/>"Leave it to Robin," Allen said, trying his hardest to look exasperated, "to think up a way to save the human race... And put it in a Harry Potter spell." Then he looked at the Doctor with concern. "I hope you know what you're doing..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Across the field, in the church, Robin Baker did something that likely would infuriate the Master.<br/><br/>She grinned a wide, bright, cheeky grin.