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[the TARDIS appears on the Plane following this conversation with Dietrich, hoping to find a way to counteract whatever it is he's done to her and warn the Doctor. she's pacing around near the beach that Ten.One brought a while back, stopping every now and again to see if anyone's around, then going back to pacing, working out elaborate equations under her breath just to keep focused]

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Did it occur to you that I am thinking clearly for the first time in centuries? The Master is right about you, Doctor. You are far too thick.

Well now I know you aren't thinking clearly. You'd never say the Master's right. Never.

I am thinking more clearly now than I ever have before. A pity it took me so long to realise what a useless fop you were. All those years, wasted.

[mildly] Did the Master do this? Can't imagine how, really... rearranging your telepathic connections?

He has done nothing to me, you simpering git. How many times must I tell you I am fine?

[slips his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket, flicking it on] I'm sorry, old girl. But I've got to find out what's wrong.

[shies away from him, anxious] Why do you never listen?

Because I know something is wrong with you. And I don't know who or what did this to you but they will regret it.

I do not require nor desire your assistance in anything, Doctor. I would rather wither away than you touch me.

[raises an eyebrow, then pulls her into a tight hug] I'm so sorry for whatever is wrong with you.

[flails, shoving hard against him and digging in her nails] Release me!

[holds onto her, even through that] You know, you gave me a speech once about friendship. During torture, even. There was also that horrible ship pun but that wasn't supposed to be part of the torture, I think. Point is, you said friends stand together and help each other.

I am not your friend! [claws and bites at him, raging, though her eyes are pleading with him to make it all stop] I would watch you burn first, as you burned my kind! As you burned your own!

[that hurts, landing enough of a blow to weaken him into letting her go] No, you wouldn't. That isn't true. You know it isn't.

[shoves away from him] Do not presume to tell me what is and is not true about my own mind.

[shakes his head] Tell me what happened. Or else I'm going to find out.

Nothing happened, Doctor. [sniffs] And even if it had, how do you suppose you might find anything out? With that ridiculous little screwdriver of yours?

[levelly] Your mind can't hide whatever it was.

[angrily] What makes you think I will let you near my mind?

You won't.

Then there is no way for you to search it, is there?

I'm sorry. [and have SURPRISE CONTACT]

[screams, heaving against him and clawing at his hands] Release me! You cannot do this!

[his hands are going to look amazing after this but he keeps them pressed firmly against her, using his elbows to pin into her as well] I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I have to see. Please. [begins looking through her memories]

[struggles against him, both because the strings don't want him prying and because she's afraid he might get hurt. so she retreats and tries to hide, but she can't keep him out completely, so he gets to see pieces of memory, where she's talking to a person cast in shadow. fragments of dolls lie scattered around them like ghosts and they move as the TARDIS moves when the shadow twitches his fingers]

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