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[and Martha makes her way onto the Plane, clad in a long black overcoat, with a large bag - her medical kit - slung over her shoulder]

All right, so this is a bit weird. Hope the Rift hasn’t just sort of…sucked me in – though the monitor wasn’t showing any unusual spikes in activity. I guess you never know with these things, though. Certainly doesn’t look like Cardiff, at any rate. Or London, or any of the other places I’ve seen.

And that shop – did I fall asleep at my desk and start dreaming? If so, I really hope Ianto comes by with some coffee soon and wakes me up, ‘cos this is not the sort of dream I enjoy. Though the beach isn’t that bad – but my beaches usually have sun and an ocean and, y’know, normal beach things. Other people, too, even in my dreams.

If this is a dream…I hope it doesn’t turn into another nightmare. [and she sets the bag down on a bench, starting to explore her surroundings]

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[hugs! then pulls back] Oh! Right. There's other mes. Not just others of me, but others of me, which is unusual.

Right, yeah, I noticed. A bit confusing. [frown] I mean, you all know me, and you all sort of seem the same...

[pouts a bit] Well don't sound so excited.

[laughs] I'm just saying, it's going to be hard to tell you apart.

We have nametags! Mine has the least amount of glitter.

[laughs] Because you made them all yourself?

Actually! Another me did. Mine's quite good, though. It's in one of these pockets.

[laughs] Along with God knows what else.

Bananas, at least!

And your screwdriver, and the psychic paper, and probably a ball of twine...

[pulls a ball of rubber bands from his pocket] Well. Close.

Planning on shooting them at aliens, then?

Now that would be a waste of a good rubber band.

Well, what would you do with it, then?

Make it into a rubber band ball, 'course. [hands it to her- IDK a gift apparently]

How've you been?

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