Hello, friends, I am here! Long trip to Ireland. Much fun. By the way, this is the second to last of the Beebs chapters.

Also, any followers in New York going to, or anyone coming in to go to New York Comic Con? Because Barrowman will be there! And I'm hoping to get to his signing (I'm going on the Sunday as genderswapped Rory). I couldn't afford a flight to San Diego in July but I could pay the $40 for a ticket for October. It's getting to be as big as SDCC so... If any of you see someone on the guest list that you want a picture of, though, I can try to get you one. Just keep checking, because they add guests up to the date of the convention. Besides, you're my readers. I have to pay you all back someway.

After a while, the Doctor just got impatient. He noticed that the receptionist had her head down, focused on the computer, so he decided to sneak over to the elevator. Managing to get there without her noticing, he pressed the up button and waited.

Ding! The door opened a minute later. Trying to avoid her stare, he sped in and pressed the button to close the doors. Hmmm... What floor would Moffat be on? Well, it's not wood, he thought. Might as well sonic it.

Eleven took out his sonic and pointed at the buttons. Bzzzz... And suddenly, it started moving up. "Ah, cool!" He said to himself.

Soon, it stopped and the doors opened. One door faced him, a gold sign on it reading: Steven Moffat/Steven Fat. "I really hope that's a name and not that they forgot to add an apostrophe s to 'Steven'..." The Doctor muttered, disgusted.

Suddenly, the door opened to an excited Moffat (NEVER a good sign). "Hello! Please come in!"

Oh sweet Rassilon, don't let him kill me... Eleven stepped in. "Right, Mr. Moffat, I'm Doctor John-"

"No, no, I'm not Steven Moffat. I'm his nice clone, Steven Fat. I was created at San Diego Comic Con because the Moff himself was sick of people referring to him as 'Moffat', so he decided to drop the Mof and made a new him."

"... Right," the Doctor didn't bother asking. "Mr. Fat, do you also write for Doctor Who?"

Fat shook his head. "Of course not; only sadists can do that. Remember, I'm the kinder Steven. What is it that you would like to know, Doctor...?"

"Smith," Eleven replied. "What are the plans for the fiftieth anniversary and regeneration?"

He laughed. "Well, that name isn't suspicious. Oh, and I can't tell you. Spoilers! Haha, I suppose the other Steven could tell you some things. He's good at ruining things. Look at how openly he admitted that the Ponds would die."

The Doctor held back tears that came with the memory of letting go of Amy and Rory. "Alright. Then I will wait right here," he sat down in a leather chair.

"Are you... Sure you want to do that, Doctor Smith?" Fat asked worriedly.

"Yes. Now, do you get food brought to you? Can I have fish fingers? Maybe custard on the side?"

If you didn't see the "Steven Fat" thing at the Doctor Who Panel thing at SDCC, look it up. Please, it's the best.