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[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.

Lucky them. [Sarah can see the sadness in Bowtie's expression, but her reply comes out bitter and cold. Lucky for them they had The Doctor for help. Her? She has to run and find answers for herself.]

[He sees the bitterness in her, and without any outward sign, his perception of the conversation shifts, suddenly understanding her position perfectly. His voice is soft and understanding, though it has lost none of its sadness.] You're as human as they come, Sarah. I'm sorry about what happened. What they did to you was wrong.

Do you want to talk about it?

[She doesn't want to open up, really she doesn't. Bowtie knows too much as is, but there is something in his tone that makes her want to open up. To say everything that's happened, the bad parts and the fucked up ones. But could she handle talking about Kira?]

It's not that easy. [Takes in a deep breath, hands going to the rails and gripping them tightly.]

The others, Allison and Cosima, and whoever the fuck else they created. There is a sequence in our DNA that is different from the rest. A genetic ID marker and in it, we're nothing more than intellectual property. Our bodies, if found, are to be handed over to Dr. Leekie and his fucking crew to be done with however they please.

But it's not just that.

Why do we have to go through this shit? Run from psychos on both ends of the spectrum and worry that we might expire some day? [Cosima already started to show signs of dying. What if she was next? Or Allison?]

[This isn't how either his medical visits or his times introducing someone new to the TARDIS usually go - but by now he's forgotten all of that, his entire focus solely on her.] Of course not. Nothing about it is easy. But you are human, Sarah, so very human - an individual, with a mind and a will and a soul all your own. They can't take that away from you, nobody can.

[There's an edge of anger to the sadness now, a fury barely hinted at, but when unleashed bathe entire worlds in flame.] You're not property, no matter what anybody says. No matter what the law says. [He says the word 'law' with something akin to disdain.]

If the law says you're not a person, that just means the law - and the forces behind it - have to be removed. [He says this with complete confidence and sincerity. He he ever runs into a government that says that Sarah is property, he plans to take down that government. He's done it before, and probably will again.]

[The anger abruptly collapses, or at least is buried under something even stronger, when she asks her final questions. It's a question he's faced before, one he's shouted at the universe, demanding an answer. Why, why was he the only one left? Why had he been the only one who could end the terror and the insanity, the one who had to destroy both almighty civilizations - his ancient enemy... and the even worse one. His own.

The universe never replied.

So he understands her question, her pain and sorrow, even more fully than she understands it herself. He's lived with this burden for centuries, with all his friends and family, everyone who could have helped him through, helped him answer the question gone. Dead. By his own hand.

The sheer weight of pain and guilt and sorrow and loneliness in his voice when he replies is staggering, though he himself doesn't even hear it anymore.]

I think you know as well as I do that there's no answer to that question, not the one you're really asking. We just have to keep on living, regardless of the questions or the answers, in defiance of the fear and the pain and the injustice of it all.

[It's not that she doesn't feel human, but just a piece on a chess board meant to be moved to and fro at someone's whim. She was created for what purpose? To see if it was possible to clone a person? Or see the effects of nature vs nurture? No one should have to be put through that.] If they make clones and other shit, what's to say they won't strip me to nothing?

[Nothing, but a freak for them to display. No wonder Beth went crazy, the thoughts and unanswered questions would drive anyone insane to the point where they would off themselves. Though her being property isn't the sole issue, there's a matter of her daughter. If Sarah was property, then by simple reasoning so was Kira. The thought of it makes her clench the bars so tight her knuckles begin to turn white.]

It's not solely my life that's property, Doctor. My daughter...[She has to take a breath to get the words out.] If they try to take her away...[Her voice wavers from the anger and the worry/sadness that comes from being unable to know where her daughter was...what's happening to her now, is enough for her to want to kill something.]

No one wants to die, but if my life is short changed because I start to start to sick, where does that leave Kira?!

I have to keep on living, to make sure she's safe. Damnit! [Her resolve is breaking, bringing a hand up to strike at the railing.] I wanted to be a better mum to her. Wanted to get her, Felix and get the fuck out and start over.

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[The Doctor takes in a sharp breath - he hadn't realized she had a daughter before. He responds slowly, gently.] Again, Sarah, there is no easy answer. There never is. That's life. You make the best you can of it, and do what you can for the people you love.

[His voice grows harder, more certain and determined.] As to who's to say they won't strip you to nothing? I am. I won't let it happen.

Neither you nor your daughter are property. If they try to take her away, we'll stop them. I'll bring them down so they can never bother you again. Or if you wanted, you and your daughter could come away with me, and leave them all in the dust. I could bring you anywhere in the universe.

[He unconsciously straightens his bowtie.] You'll get the opportunity you should have had to be the mother you want to be. I promise you that.

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