So: fictional. I've never actually been fictional before, it should be interesting. Or I suppose I've always been fictional before, if these other doctors here are telling the truth. I wonder what that could mean. Have I bled through into an alternate reality?

That shouldn't be possible. The walls of the universe need to stay closed. They've been cracked too many times already. But then what does suddenly becoming "real" physically mean?

[ There is the unmistakable sound of the doctor using the sonic. ]

Anyway, I'm the doctor. Amy? Rory? Are either of you out there, I...

What? There's another timelord here? No, wait... three timelords? But that's... it's not possible! Who are they? Is the timelock broken? Did it never exist? What's going on?

[ More scanning ]

Oh, come on now, get over it! Aaah, there are temporal distortions everywhere, I can't get a fix on any of them!

I need to find them. Now.

Every thinking being requires the presence and acknowledgement of others. In some cases, this is because identity requires a means of distinguishing the self from the other -- there must be those who are different before intrinsic qualities may be examined and appreciated.

In other cases, however, there is a recognition of a common essence. This is of great comfort when one wishes to bolster identity through commonality and not separation. We each have selves which can only even be ours, but sometimes, in order to find value in the self, we must see it reflected. When two thinking beings discover a sameness, it anchors their sense of worth. Those characteristics which others share are seen as more inherently valid modes of being. Those others become of more value to us because we see them as being ourselves, in some shared portion. An attachment develops due to this sense of shared identity.

There is an individual who I perceived as being very like myself, and in that person's absence an adequate mirror will be difficult to find. I am different in ways which deviate severely from most socially constructed norms held in common by the race called 'humanity.'

I am far more accustomed to reinforcing identity through individuality and contrast than through community and harmony.

I wish to be in harmony to a greater extent than is presently possible.

Until this is possible again, I shall practice.

[This is the first time Jenny has been given the task of making one of these announcements, but she takes it to lighten some of Shepard's load. He's been working way too hard lately. She gets a fairly stoic expression, but as always her features are soft, and even a bit remorseful. ]

Gregory Sentaro, age 78, was found dead today at a local bus stop, the third victim of an Aneurysm this month. The unfortunate string of tragedies started when a janitor at North Elementary discovered the body of Music Teacher Lillian Essex, age 32, in her class room, last Tuesday. On Saturday, the second unfortunate death was discovered by a jogging couple. David Lenta, age 27.

Autopsies confirm that all three were victims of Aneurysms. While unfortunate, these tragedies are not the result of foul play.

Memorial services are being held for all three victims. If you wish to pay your respects, funeral times will be posted at the station.

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