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Jamie watched the cobweb thin strands of— of 'nothing' snaking across the void below their feet.
"What're they doing?"
"Spinning time, I think," replied the Doctor, frowning a little. "At least the girl is. It looks like her grandmother over there is trying to weave it into some kind of pattern."
"Time? I didnae know that was even possible."
"Not in your reality, my boy, nor mine." The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and held out his hand. "Come, let's leave them to it. The creation of a new universe isn't really anything I feel I ought to get involved with."