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An alternate reality? Well, it's not the strangest thing I've heard. If we can create technology that enables the user to enter the mind, it does not take any great stretch of imagination to believe that someone has developed the technology to enter other worlds. I may not agree with them on the... fictional nature of my existence, but that is irrelevant at this time. What matters is that I have been brought here, to New Moore, and with no apparent hope of returning to Whispering Rock.

There must be a reason. There is always a reason. I could not gather any information from the minds of these scientists, aside from the fact that they hold fast to their beliefs that we are all fictional. They are severely deluded. Unlike liars who set out with the intention to deceive, those who suffer from delusions genuinely believe the deception themselves. In fact, they believe in it so strongly, it could make a sane person question their own perspective. It is an extremely dangerous state of mind.

But no matter. There is much to learn about this place. I must take care to control my curiosity about these scientists until I know more about the cage in which we have been placed. As interesting a subject as alternate realities may be, I have no particular desire to stay.

Besides, they could at least have given me a lab.

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Is that right? Well, you seem to know quite a lot about this, mister...?

I'm the Doctor! And you are?

Just the Doctor?

I am Agent Nein, although I doubt the title matters here. You may call me Sasha.

Just the Doctor!

Nice to meet you, Sasha!

So... what is the strangest thing you've heard, then?

That there exists, in this or any other world, a person who truly considers a Tiffany lamp tasteful.

Not the result he had been expecting, but an excellent response nonetheless.

"Haha! I'll say. Elvis Presley was a fan, though. Loved them more than anything. So did Helen Keller - though I never did figure out why."

Who knows? My abilities don't extend to the dead.

So, Doctor. What do you practice?

"Actually, I was visiting Helen Keller last week!

What do I practice? Everything! Well, I only have ten or so actual PhDs - physics, temporal mechanics, medicine, cheese making - so I only practice a few things professionally. But I'm not really a young professional, more of an... ancient.. amateur.

Mostly I just travel, though.

Your abilities? Something tells me you're not just talking about your hatred of Tiffany lamps."

I was a government agent in my world. I'm afraid that is all I can say on a public network.

But if I so happened to pass you on the street, and you so happened to tell me how you were able to visit a woman that is long dead... well, an answer for an answer seems only fair...

Hypothetically speaking, of course, where might I happen to bump into you within the next fifteen minutes or so?

I'd imagine if I wanted to be found, I would be standing near a major landmark. For instance... the police station?

"On my way."

The TARDIS appears outside the police station about 60 seconds later, the doors fall open, and a few seconds later the Doctor hops out.

Sasha had been leaning against the side of the police station with his hands in his pockets, casually waiting to see this "Doctor" stroll within view. Beside his head, a cigarette and lighter floated in mid-air, drifting closer and closer together until one could ignite the other. He didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a big blue box; so naturally, when he heard something whirring within mere feet of his location, he turned his attention from the cigarette to whatever was coming his way.

Sasha put his hand to his head and tried to read the box, or whomever was inside it; and even then, it didn't work. He caught glimpses of things, but nothing more. Faces young and old. A box bigger on the inside than out. Red grass. Orange skies. Something very old, and very lonely.

By the time he gave up, the lighter had all but burnt his cigarette to ash.

He was about to approach the door of the TADRIS and give it a tentative knock when it opened on its own.

"... Doctor?"

The Doctor tuns to face Sasha, and extends his hand. As ever, every motion is imbued with far more energy than is necessary.

"That's me! Sasha, I presume?"

[I'd think they could probably both sense the other had telepathic abilities if they shake hands.]

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"Correct."

Sasha took a step back as the Doctor reached out to shake his hand and sized him up a bit. Just seconds ago, he thought he had sensed the incoming presence of someone much older than the man who stood before him. Could he have been wrong? Was it something about the big blue box that threw him off? He had summoned the Doctor for answers, but thus far all he had were more questions.

Taking another second to recompose himself, Sasha took the Doctor's hand and gave it a firm shake...

[ Works for me. Do you use plurk or AIM, btw? Could help to plot/get your permission on certain things before I reply. ]

The Doctor's mind was still a little more open than usual from his experience with Ed, so a slight connection was made the instant the two psychics touched. He could feel the potential in Sasha immediately - and not just for telepathy, but a great deal more.

He was falling towards some sort of organized cube, but as he entered it began to open. He saw flashes of memory, filtered and distilled so he only saw snapshots: a woman, from the eyes of a small child - and then a headstone decorating her grave. Though the emotions had been repressed, the pain and loss were were simply buried, not gone. They were as strong as ever, strong enough to lose yourself...

Before he could go any further, the Doctor propelled himself out of Sasha's mind and slammed the door shut, severing the connection. He had had enough of pain and loss over the last few days - he didn't need to share in someone else's again, and that someone else definitely didn't need to share in his, especially when the contact was unintentional.

A handshake was all it took for Sasha, who was no longer even trying to read the Doctor's mind, to be allowed one unsparingly chaotic glimpse inside of it. The images came flooding back faster than he could process them. A schism, a rift in time so vast it could drive one mad. A man who was constantly changing, dying and being reborn over and over again. Beings of all sorts, none of them human. People. Places. Planets. A crack in the wall. The girl who waited.

Even those images he'd managed to linger on left his mind as he broke away. When Sasha snatched his hand back from the Doctor, all that remained was pain, sadness, and self-loathing. Feelings so profound that he could hardly believe they had come from the mind of a man who introduced himself with big smiles and wide, dramatic gestures. In all his years of espionage, Sasha had never met anyone quite in this way.

He took another minute to steady his mind.

"Well then, Doctor," he began, slowly and cautiously, "It seems we have more to discuss than dead women and tacky lamps."

The Doctor takes a moment to close his eyes and refocus, build up his mental defenses again. He loved new people, but all the same, he hoped it was a while before he met another psychic.

"Yes. Yes, it would seem we do. I think both of our original questions were just answered, but regardless - why don't you come inside the TARDIS? The proper answer to your question is easily found within."

"The TARDIS?" Sasha repeated, looking dubiously at the police box. For all he knew, it could be a trap; but the surest way to find out would have been to read the Doctor's mind, and he wasn't about to try that again. He would just just have to take his chances.

"Alright, then. After you."

The Doctor took another moment, and then all his boisterousness and energy was back, and he grinned. From what Sasha could still feel from him, it was assuredly just an act, but it was one he was very good at. He even occasionally fooled himself.

"All right then. And off we go!" he said cheerfully, as he then spun on the spot and dashed back into the TARDIS.

Strange... and yet, not as strange as some of the people he had met. The ill-fated agent Cruller instantly came to mind. However, unlike Cruller, the Doctor's personality swaps were not the result of an irreparably fractured psyche... at least, not that Sasha knew of, anyway. For all he knew, the Doctor was just a mad man with a box.

"Go? Go where?" he asked, but for some reason found himself following anyway. "Do you intend to leave the island in a police box?"

The Doctor's voice is strangely muffled and distant for someone who should be within a couple feet of Sasha.

"Well, I'd like to, but unfortunately she's grounded. If there's anywhere on the island you'd like to go, though, we can do that."

A box that can travel from one place to another can't even leave the island? Well, that was odd. But to Sasha, the TARDIS' inability to transport them away from New Moore said nothing about the Doctor's failures and everything about the nature of the island. Everyone in this island was being held captive. By what, he didn't know; but it was obviously something powerful. And obviously something that required investigating.

"Very well then," he said, taking hesitant steps towards this mysterious traveling blue box. "Take me elsewhere. The location doesn't matter, as long as we're no longer at the station. I want to see what this 'TARDIS' can..."

And then he stepped inside.

And paused.

And he looked around at the impossibly spacious interior of the TARDIS, complete with more levers, buttons, and panels than could reasonably fit into an ordinary police box. Sasha took another minute to look around before he exited the TARDIS and circled around it, making sure that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. Nope. It was definitely...

"Bigger on the inside," he thought aloud. Sasha was willing to believe that he was in an alternate reality, trapped by some invisible force on an island. But a box that was bigger on the inside? That was proving to be beyond him.

"Do you like her? She's gorgeous, my old girl. We've been all the way from the beginning to the end of the universe, outside it entirely, and even in alternate realities."

The Doctor grins.

"So, Sasha, does this answer your question?"

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