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[the TARDIS appears on the Plane, doing her best to hide any traces of fear, though she's jittery and shaky. if one listens carefully, they can hear her reciting a rather strange, rather eerie children's verse]

Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed and eats you when you're sleeping...

[sinks to the ground, hugging her knees]

I do not want to be infected again...!

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Miss TARDIS?

{Kneels next to her with a worried expression} Are you alright? What's wrong?

[crouches down beside her and looks at her curiously]

Zagreus at the end of days, Zagreus lies all other ways, Zagreus comes when time's a maze, And all of history's weeping.

[With her in an instant] Madame?

[concerned] ...Infected?

I am well. [glances at him] There is nothing wrong, I assure you.

[whimpers ever so faintly and shifts away from him] Zagreus should no longer exist.

[frowns] Oh, old girl... [crouches down beside her]

Ah, Mu? I am well -- do not concern yourself with me.

Brigadier. You would not know. It is how I came to wear your face in the first place.

Why would he exist? There's no time in your universe. He should be gone.

[looks at him, then scoots closer] It is here, on this world. The anti-time. I did not ... I did not want to come here, but you...

I do not know, but he is here. I can feel him. I can sense him here but the Doctor insists...!

He insists what? Details, machine. One can't work without details.

[a faint nod] What happened?

Respectfully...It doesn't seem that way at all.

That we land, that we visit this tiny blue world. He won't listen, he never listens and I ... I am afraid...!

It is ... nothing. Truly. Nothing that can be fixed, at any rate.

Then, or now?

Miss TARDIS...What is it? Maybe it can be.

It is anti-time, child. There is nothing you can do about that.

Either.

But I'm sure that there are people here who can. I...don't want to see you so, um, distraught would be a good word.

Yet I am concerned.

I do not... [frowns, then shakes her head] Perhaps there is. And perhaps it is nothing; there are future incarnations of the Doctor here, which leads me to believe we survive this. But time is anything but consistent and I fear what is on this planet.

[glances at him, then nods] I thank you, I suppose. But there is nothing to be done about it, not by you.

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