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We're all supposed to get roommate's here, right?

There's another bed here, but no sign of whoever I'm supposed to be with. [Which is fine with her, but it's...unsettling a little. Was whoever she's supposed to be suddenly...gone? Did the Doctors get them and just....she doesn't want to think about it.

Unless those damn birds killed them--no, no she won't even let her mind go that far.]

Also, anyone got a first aid kit or somethin'? [Just a small scrape from diving down from a pack of birds. Nothing major.]

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There's an ointment in there that should heal most bruises and scratches right up!

Technically, it's from the fifty-fourth century, so I probably shouldn't be giving it to people in the past - contaminating the timeline and all that - but, in fairness, that was the fifty-fourth century in a reality that was neither your reality nor this one, so I think we'll be fine.

Oh! Right. Thank you very much. [He steps over the threshold, looking appraisingly around the apartment - and looking a little bit out sorts and out of place. Even after a year trapped here, he still isn't quite comfortable, doesn't quite know what to do or say in ordinary, domestic situations.]

... I like what you've done with the place.

[The apartment doesn't have anything of Sarah's in there. If Xion's decorated the place then that's what he's seeing. Most of what he's saying goes in one ear and out the other. The case is placed on a counter for her to open up and take some wraps and such out.]

Not gonna need the ointment. Just the wraps, incase more birds and their friends decide on another fight.

But, haven't done anything to the place. [Felix's artwork would be great here, but she wouldn't want him to be dragged into this place.]

If you're sure.

[She hadn't? Interesting.] Oh, really? I see. Human houses are so strange, it's always hard to tell!

Yeah, I'm sure.

[Looks at him, wondering if she should say anything in regards to that, but decides to keep her mouth shut.]

It's just a house. Didn't bring much with me. [A pause.]

Do you sleep in your box thing?

For all intents and purposes, yes, I live in the TARDIS! They did give me an apartment, but I only use that as a place to park her, occasionally.

....you live.....in a box.

[Why would he want to do that? Its a small police box, it can't be that cozy in there. Then again Doc said Bowtie was peculiar.]

How could you fit a bed in there? Unless you sleep standing up.

[He grins and steps back toward the door.] Oh, I think you'll find there's more room than you might think. Why don't you come and see?

[Those sound like famous last words in a horror movie before the victim dies. He sounds like he's a mad scientist in a way and though she should no....there's nothing really stopping her from doing it.]

Sure, why the hell not.

Geronimo! [If she called him a mad scientist, she really wouldn't be that far off.

He opens the door of her apartment and then snaps his fingers theatrically - and the doors to the TARDIS fall open. He gestures for her to go first, smiling broadly.] Take a look~

[Okay, the whole snapping his fingers trick wasn't too bad of a touch. Sarah stares into the TARDIS, taking one small step and then another until she moves from her room and inside the old Police Box/spaceship...thing.

It's...bigger on the inside. Like, way bigger. Perhaps the same size as the room!]

How is any of this possible? [Because it shouldn't be! Logically speaking it shouldn't!] It's very freaky in here...[With the pillar in the center and the buttons and such.]

[The Doctor walks into the TARDIS, spreading his arms grandly.] Freaky? Aww, come now, don't say that - you'll hurt her feelings!

It's timelord science. Bigger on the inside! Basically, it's another dimension. The outer shell - the police box - is a disguise.

Well, it's not as if I've seen the inside of a space ship before! Feel like I'm in some sort of space themed club. [Maybe a little like the club she followed Paul into. But it is way bigger on the inside.] You know, minus the dark lights, fog machines and music. [And people, of course.]

Why is it disguised as a Police Box?

We could go to the disco room if you want fog and lights and music! [He gestures toward one of the hallways.]

Well, every time the TARDIS lands, she analyzes the surroundings, calculated a twelve-dimensional data map of everything within a thousand miles, and determines which outer shell would blend in best! Turned up in 1963 one time, she disguised herself as a police telephone box, and the circuit burned out.

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Disco room? [That's a surprise, but at this point should it?] No, never been a fan of the stuff. Think that might be more of Allison's thing. [The other clone did seem like the type....well, maybe.]

Guessin' it was the music that made your circuit burn out. No luck at the auto shop to get it replaced? [She's not being serious there, only using sarcasm to try and make a joke.]

What other rooms or doors you have in this place?

Oy! Don't go bashing disco now! Disco is cool! [The Doctor bobs his head and moves back and forth in a terrible - and probably quite hilarious - imitation of disco dancing before changing tracks to answer her next questions.] Not really a shop to go do, I do all the repair work myself - but why would I want to fix it? I like the police box! Don't you?

Ohh... Just about everything you can think of, really! Library, swimming pool, squash court, engine room, the cloister room, the eye of harmony, wardrobe, sun room...

Oh! And the zero room, I love the zero room!

[Disco and cool, in Sarah's mind, shouldn't be in the same sentence. But it is funny to see Bowtie start to...dance? Yes, what he's doing could maybe pass for dancing. It's hard for her to hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips.] Disco wasn't that great, mate, but the police box...ehh, not my thing really. Doesn't blend in with an island.

[Blinks as she tries to imagine the rooms he's talking about. Especially the zero room.]

What? Is it full of zero's or something? Come to think of it..you're...more..[What's the word?] Preppy than Doc. Hard to believe you two are...the same, sort of.

Well, I hardly need her to blend in here, do I?

No, the zero room is the perfect place for neurological healing. It's cut off from all the random electrical and radiological influences of the rest of the universe. Although, come to think of it... I don't think I've seen it around recently.

Preppy? What does that mean?

Too bad you didn't come earlier - there were three of us for a time.

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[He has a point, no use in trying to blend in on an island.]

Ohhh...[Sounds very..interesting that zero room, but Sarah doesn't feel like exploring that one at the moment.]

Well, you two dress differently...[She says this as she starts to walk down the stairs towards the control panel to look over it.]

You're more easily excitable, like a kid on Christmas and Doc...more of a serious tone to him.

[She turns her head to look at him.] Three of you? And I take it no one took a picture?

More of a serious -?

Well, yes, I suppose so. [He takes on more of a serious tone himself.] I think who we regenerate into is always at least a little affected by what happened in our previous regeneration. He was me right after the war.

No, I don't think so - though, actually, it's not the first time that has happened. There were five of me, once!

The war? [What sort of war is he talking about? Something close to the Star Wars movies?]

Five? You mean there were five of you here at once? Or five of you, as in Bowtie you? [So many questions!]

[There's a pause, as Eleven wonders to himself why he brought up the war. Events recently must have brought more things to the surface than he thought, things he'd rather keep hidden.

When he speaks again, his voice is quieter and sadder, more halting in his speech.] The war, yes... the last great time war.

Long story, it was a bad day. Bad stuff happened.

[Aaaand right back to normal.] No, sorry, not five of me here, just five of me together, in the same place at the same time. And five different versions of me, not five of me me. Although there were two of me me together once!

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[Can anyone say something truly good can come from war? Sarah decides it's best if she doesn't pry any further.]

Really? Was it hard to keep track of which one was you? The actual you and not copies and such?

Well, the copy was just as real, just as me as the original me is. Had a bit of a bother with that, actually - most the humans had a bias against the duplicates. [He talks on, frowning a bit, apparently oblivious to how close to home this is going to hit for Sarah.] We actually switched shoes - pretended to be each other for a time - to see if there was really a difference between us or not. Not even my closest friends saw through it, and they treated me as if... well, as if I wasn't real, I suppose. Just a copy, no history between us, no affection for me. They were almost afraid of me, I think.

The situation wasn't helping, of course - the island about to blow, all the humans with duplicates too, and everything devolving into a primitive 'us versus them' kind of attitude. And the duplicates, though they didn't want it to be that way, knew their own minds well enough to tell what their original counterparts would decide.

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[Sarah hasn't been in a room with more than two clones, each of them different from their mannerisms to their choice of clothing. She continues to listen, distancing herself little by little to where her walls are up again. It's a subject she doesn't like to think about; if she's just a copy of the original person her genes were taken from. Then again Dr. Leekie viewed each clone as an individual person, as precious as a child.

His style of caring was creepy and was more observation than anything else. Using people to monitor them. Sarah's only lucky she didn't have one. Granted, she had one when she pretend to be Beth, but sadly, Paul didn't know the true purpose of monitoring her. They were all being used by a sick mad man.]

...In the end who won? The original or the duplicates? [Would her life someday be thrown away like a piece of paper, only to be replaced by another 'her'?]

[He looks at her seriously, and there is an ancient sadness in his expression and in his voice.] In such a situation, I don't think anybody can really 'win'.

There were losses on both sides, but we eventually got everyone to recognize and respect the duplicates' basic humanity, and I got everyone who was left off the island before it blew.

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