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[notadictator]

Look everybody!  It's Lucie Miller!

She's doing a crossword puzzle, or at least attempting to do it, anyway.  The look on her face as she chews on the cap of her ballpoint pen might suggest she's not exactly having the easiest time of it.  Maybe somebody should distract her with conversation, or something.  That might be nice.

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[who_never_would]

The Doctor approaches cautiously, looking down at his former companion with a mix of sad fondness on his face. A wash of memories floods over his mind - some he doesn't really want to remember. Like the Master being... a snake? Having a fondness for snakes? Something with snakes. Not something he wants to think about. Lucie herself brings back simpler times, before everything went pear-shaped.

He leans over her shoulder, almost entirely silent, watches her for a moment as she puzzles out a word, and then notes, very quietly, "That one begins with an f, though I don't want to spoil it for you."

[notadictator]

Lucie is startled when he speaks, not expecting a voice to suddenly happen so near her ear, and jumps a little (okay, a lot) in her chair. "Doctor!" she says after turning her head enough to see that, yes, it is indeed the Doctor and not just somebody who sounds like him. It's not her Doctor, like she had been hoping would show up, but it's one of them, she knows. She has already met this particular incarnation since first arriving in the Nexus.

"What was that for, anyway?" Lucie asks, her tone just a touch on the accusatory side. "Nearly scared me half to death." She turns back to the crossword, trying to figure out which one the Doctor had been talking about. "Which one? This one? Nine letters, 'an exact copy'?" Blank-blank-C-blank-blank-M-I-blank-E? Arg, she never was much good at these things anyway.

"Just tell me what it is, Doctor. I'm only doing the ruddy thing in the first place because I'm bored out of my mind waitin' on my version of you to show back up again."