this is the ninth doctor and i have no idea where it came from or where it's going

"That's quite the collection of hats," the Doctor said before taking a large gulp of his tea. "Take you long to gather them all?"

"A lifetime," Hatter replied. "But, here, all I've got is time, you know?"

"Oh, I do," the Doctor said. "I know all about Time, me."

"Yes, yes, I bet you do," Hatter said as he squinted his eyes and tapped his nose. "I can smell it."

"Oh, that's just the leather," the Doctor said. "New coat, you see. Now, Time, tell me about it."

"Can't. Time's gone from here," Hatter said. "Departed these fine shores for better, brighter things. There's no Time here. Not anymore."

"It must be," the Doctor said through gritted teeth. "The war didn't come this far. Time has to be here."

"Well, he's not. And your war?" Hatter leaned forward and pinned the Doctor with a stare. "It's gone further than you think." Hatter leaned back. "Wish you luck and all. You ever find Time, tell him he owes Hatter a few minutes of his, heh, time."

The Doctor dropped his teacup in the grass.