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[sellyoumysoul]

[The video function clicks on to show a bedroom which some people - well, okay, the Master - will recognise as being Mr and Mrs Saxon's room on the Valiant. A few moments later, Lucy moves into frame. Due to personal shallowness timey-wimey business, instead of prison greys and the awful jail haircut, she has the red dress and the disarrayed

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[sellyoumysoul]

Doctor.

[It doesn't really register with her that she has no way of knowing who you are if she's never seen you before. :c]

[sellyoumysoul]

No.

I don't...

I've never been here before.

[cauchemal]

['Sup crazy new lady. Mal's a little loopy on painkillers right now, or else she'd probably have the sense to keep her mouth shut.]

So did I.

[sellyoumysoul]

I don't want a second chance. I don't want redemption.

I made my choice.

[cauchemal]

And I only wish to go home. It seems none of us are fated to have what we want, here.

[sellyoumysoul]

Except our keepers. The...the Wardens.

[most_feared]

[And there is the sound of a human abruptly needing to take a walk out of his cabin thanks to certain Time Lords. Excuse him. He'll just be in the hallway on his earpiece, so audio.] You sound kinda lost.

[Understatement.]

You need any help?

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[timesbureaucrat]

[He didn't mean *you* Kay. Why, he practically doesn't even think of you as human. A certain Time Lord is cursing his acute case of foot-in-mouth.]

[sellyoumysoul]

No. I don't need anything at all.

[dominie]

I suppose when I heard he'd had a wife, I didn't quite believe it.... [He feels bad for her, though, as she looks so very confused.]

[sellyoumysoul]

[Completely blank stare for you, mystery disbelieving man.]

[dominie]

Maybe I do...

I'm Dr. John Smith. The Doctor. I suppose you've met me.

[sellyoumysoul]

The Doctor...

No. No. How many of you are there?

[doctor_of_time]

Oh-- [He takes a breath.] I'm sorry. [Because saying that is clearly his solution to everything.]

[sellyoumysoul]

Are you, Doctor?

You thought we both deserved to be caged. Locked away in the dark and forgotten.

[doctor_of_time]

I tried to help. And what did that accomplish, really, when you wouldn't let me? What else would you have had me do? [He's kind of missing the fact that he was more interested in helping the Master than in helping her.]

[sellyoumysoul]

Help?

You wanted to keep Harry. As if he was a child. A pet.