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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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Seeing Sasha lighting a cigarette, the Doctor made a face and walked back into the TARDIS. Seconds later, it was already dematerializing.

"Doctor?"

Sasha looked over his shoulder as he heard the TARDIS whirring away; but by that time, it was practically gone.

"... ah."

Sasha stood there for a second, staring at the empty air once occupied by a blue box. He would have to find some other way back down... after he finished his cigarette.

At the precise moment when Sasha finished smoking his cigarette, the TARDIS began to reappear. How the Doctor knew exactly how long Sasha would be smoking is a mystery.

The Doctor walked out and continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"I don't know how you can stand those things," he said, aversion showing clearly on his face like a child forced to eat his vegetables. "What's the point, really? I've never understood it."

Edited 2012-06-20 19:09 (UTC)

Sasha was about to flick his cigarette butt away when he heard the TARDIS return. He had half a mind to make some sort of snide retort about not understanding the point of a bow tie; but in the short time it had taken him to smoke, he'd decided that he would rather not have to walk all the way back to his apartment.

"It soothes me," he said, and made a motion as if to drop the cigarette to the ground. Instead the air caught it, and it drifted over to the mouth of the volcano, where it finally fell to its molten death.

"Now then," he said, casually dropping the previous discussion. "Shall we be on our way?"

The Doctor hopped back into the TARDIS.

"Right, then. A higher view, yes?"

This ride is a bit bumpier, but soon enough it stops and they seem to have landed...

Until the Doctor opened the door once more, revealing that they were "parked", unmoving, about ten kilometers above the surface of the island.

Sasha was a little more used to the movements of the TARDIS this time around, although he still braced himself when they took off... and stopped? Huh.

"It doesn't take this TARDIS of yours long to travel anywhere, does it?" he asked, holding onto the door frame as he peered down at New Moore from the edge. All the while, he couldn't help replaying earlier parts of their conversation, still processing the idea of an ancient Time Lord with the whole of history at his fingertips.

"So, you can't leave the island? Even in the TARDIS?" Sasha almost looked like he was smiling. "How does it feel to have to experience the normal passage of time?"

"No, she's completely grounded by the force field - can't even take off - unless I set the parameters of the universe as the boundaries of this island. And then I obviously can't go further."

By the look on the Doctor's face, it appeared Sasha had hit upon one of the Doctor's current frustrations.

"It's just so... linear! Everything happens in the right order." [Dispairingly.] "I'm never going to get used to it."

He flicks a couple lever in frustration, but then looks up with a smile.

"And time does pass really slowly when you're not having adventures, but there are enough people to meet that I usually have someone to talk to."

Edited 2012-06-21 01:47 (UTC)