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[Lucy appears on the Plane, a suitcase in hand and dressed for colder weather, though she pulls off her gloves and jacket the moment she catches her breath, glancing around]

I knew this would happen. I knew they couldn't keep me hidden away, not forever, and now they know it, too. Not that it matters, of course. They won't let me stay, won't let me back into the world. No, not his precious Martha Jones, or those fools at UNIT. They have to hide me away, pretend I don't exist, just like everyone else. What good is Lucy Saxon, after all? Just a broken little doll, lost and in need of 'repair.'

[frowns and sinks to the ground, staring at her bags]

He's wrong. They're all wrong. Miss Jones, the Doctor, that horrible psychiatrist. I don't need them, I don't need any of them.

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Lass? You all right?

[steps up behind her, hands in his pockets]

You all right, Lucy?

{Steps up in front of her} A broken doll? You hardly look like one to me, Miss.

Stand up, Lucy.

{If she hadn't called herself a 'doll', Diva would have ignored her completely, but. She kneels in front of her curiously.} It sounds familiar, honestly.

'Lass?' I'm hardly that young, miss.

[turns to look at him, then sniffs and looks away]

No thanks to you, Doctor.

Habit of tongue. [She persists.] Something amiss?

No? Then why does everyone else?

Ah, Harry? [does as he says, though] Forgive me, I should have been more careful.

[gives her a look, not really sure what she means] How do you mean?

Look like one to you? Or think of you as one?

[blinks, then gives her a fake smile and shakes her head] Nothing of the sort, dear. What makes you say that?

{Frowns} It sounds like...me. Of course, the details would be different, but...Am I right to guess that you're being used?

They don't care. I'm just some broken little toy to be moved about and put together, against my will. No choice. They've taken away my choice... [blinks, then laughs weakly] Ah, I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought a moment. Forgive me, but have we met?

[crouches down next to her]

What happened?

I'm neither a child nor a fool.

Then you'll just have to take that choice back, won't you?

{Offers her a hand with a kind smile} I don't think so. My name is Dietrich. Dietrich von Lohengrin.

I never said you were.

[makes certain not to touch you, Doctor]

Your precious Martha Jones and UNIT have decided we can no longer stay at the estate because the media has found out I'm staying here. They want to take me into Wales. As if being in this place isn't bad enough.

Your smile said it clear enough. [She crouches down next to her.] You look like you'd not be worse off for a bit of assistance. Anything I can do?

Take it back...?

[oh, how charming! takes his hand in hers and smiles faintly] Charmed, I'm sure. My name is Lucy. Lucy Saxon.

[eyes widen a little] Used? No ... not used. Not anymore. Just ignored. Forgotten...

It's terrible, isn't it? {She scratches her head with a nervous kind of laugh} I'm new at this...'empathy', so I'm not really sure how I can say it, but...I know how that feels. You say not anymore, but being used still hurts. Being ignored and forgotten, that's more time passing for me, but...I do understand.

[her smile falters a moment, then is back, all diplomacy and lies] No, I think I should be just fine on my own, thank you.

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