"You. Or humans in general. Loads of human friends all over space and time, popular fella isn't he? Us. We are, I think," the Other Doctor said helpfully. He peered over the Doctor's impressive head of hair at Daniel. "You'd like Mark Twain. Hell of a funny man!"

If not one of the funniest. The Doctor shifted some rubble aside with his hands, privately glad Daniel hadn't had come attached with some sort of internal magnet for shrapnel. The good thing was his clone wasn't at all violent so far. Incredibly invasive and hardly helping matters, yes, but at least he wasn't trying to burn out Daniel's mind just because it might look interesting. The Doctor reached out and shoved both his clone's head and Daniel's down as another piece of rubble came thudding overhead, skidded across a wall's top and then smacked into the side of a building. Actually, it looked rather like a strike missile impact, only without half the radiation and the Doctor had to take a moment to pause and realize that thought? It wasn't his. Or it was, only it was coming from him.

He turned slightly and there was his new clone, staring at the impact site with a critical eye.

"Come on, this way!" The Doctor half crawled, half scurried for cover, grabbing at whatever sleeve was closest.