[video]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[The network comes on to show a man’s face. His brow is creased with worry and he attempts a smile, though it’s not entirely successful.]

I understand we’re all trapped here. And this is.. Wonderland? Or so I’m told. I find that notion pretty ridiculous. No doubt we’re all being fooled. We just have to look at this logically to figure out how to get back home. I’m sure the parlor tricks here are very impressive, but we can’t honestly believe we’re being held here by magic, of all things.

Anyway, my name is John Watson. I was in the British Army and I’m a doctor. If anyone needs medical attention, let me know. I’ll do what I can to help.

Comments

[you_dont_work_alone]

So what am I supposed to do? Sit around and play with the closet?

[watchthedetective]

...well, the doctors who have been here a while are pretty well-organized, I'd be surprised if you didn't hear from them soon. [Wait, when did it become Joan's job to get this guy settled in? She doesn't actually know if he's her yet, even, and how would she go about asking that?]

[you_dont_work_alone]

Really? Someone told me you were one of the doctors here.

Is that not right?

[watchthedetective]

[SIGH. She shouldn't have mentioned that she'd ever been one, then people wouldn't keep making this mistake.]

I'm not a doctor. But I have... some medical experience, so I sometimes help out in emergencies. [Joan doesn't exactly sound annoyed, but the "I don't want to talk about it" vibes are strong.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

[He gets that impression.]

It's nice of you to help out.