Whistling rather loudly to himself, the Doctor made his way through the hallway outside the ballroom. Normally, he wouldn't have announced his presence in such a way, but he didn't want to surprise Emil or let on that he had been watching him from the upper balcony in silence for a few minutes to make sure that this was the Emil he had to deliver the message to. The one he first met was a bit twitchy, he thought--the one he was certain was the proper Emil. From what he learnt from his ninth self, he really didn't want that third personality in there, Ratatosk, to have any reason to come out prematurely. But what brought out the second, the one he dubbed "Alex", he wondered.

Or, more to the point, what would happen to the memories of both Emil and "Alex" if he did figure out a way to summon the other up? Did anything happen to Ratatosk's? He placed such thoughts in the back of his mind for the time being.

"Emil!" he exclaimed jovially once he had the young man in sight. "There you are. That probably has been the worst game of Tag I've played in a while."