[B and L stand beside each other, both slouched, both with fingers to their mouths, both with thoughtful eyes - and, of course, both wearing the same clothes and sporting the same hairstyle. After a few moments of looking around at everybody, B speaks.] Has anyone experienced some form of integration between their reality and another's? We would appreciate any information on this subject.

[have the TARDIS on the Astral Plane, obviously preoccupied and seemingly frustrated]

Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?

[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.

[Yuri appears on the Astral Plane wearing a dark gray kimono, and holding what looks like a blue egg...with wings. He looks up startled, and the egg takes the chance to wiggle out of his grip and fly up to smack him in the head a couple of times. As the Harmonixer curses, the egg flies off a little way, hovers uncertainly, then the wings retract and it drops to the ground.] Shit! What did she do that for?