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[ockette]

Of course Clair knows how to get in touch with her favorite test subject.

"Rassilon! Rassilon, I need to ask you a favour!"

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[inthetower]

There's a sleepy answer from the other end of the comm line. "Mmmh? Clair? Whadizzit?"

[ockette]

I'm very sorry if I woke you up, but this is very important. Can you bring people back from the dead?

*Yes, that's phrasing it very baldly, but still.*

[inthetower]

A pause.

"Can I what?" There's another pause. "You've been experimenting on yourself, haven't you?"

[ockette]

"No, no no. But my father, you saw my father last night. He died of lung cancer, a few years ago, and he's here now, but he doesn't have long. He's supposed to go back tonight at midnight."

[papawatson]

Jacob Watson was easily found. He was the one playing with the tiny skweeking baby.

[ockette]

Angie adores him. Great big playful person! She's also about the size of his two spread hands. Clair watches them for a moment, grinning.

"Dad? Can I talk to you a minute?"

[papawatson]

"Sure, Clairlet. What's on your mind?"

He put the baby down on the couch, where she blerbled and sucked intently on her own foot.

[ockette]

Wow, how to tell someone.... "I told you there were gods here in the Nexus, right?"