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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he takes a step forward then backwards then forwards again, looking at the space above him and around him, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tries to take in what he's seeing.]

What is this?  Wha-

[he stops as he notices what's below him as well.  he kneels down, touching and studying the universe below his feet]

That's just brilliant.  That's just absolutely unbelievably brilliant.  The stars, galaxies, nebulas all right at my feet.  It's gorgeous.  Gorgeous and impossible.

[pauses for a moment and then he shoots back up to his feet, spinning around again]

Hello.  Is there anyone there?  Anyone?  Anyone at all?

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Donna!

[Forgets about whatever this place is, because it's Donna and hugs!]

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[She's going to start wondering why the Tens greet her so happily]

Doctor! I get the nicest greetings from you lot. [hugs him back] Doing all right?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Still hugging Donna, because - Donna!]

Of course you do. What else would you expect? [pulls back to look at Donna I'm absolutely brilliant now.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[she laughs and gives him a light smack on the arm]

All right, so which one are you then? You should ask the 'Proper Doctor' for a name tag. It'll keep the rest of us from getting a headache.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is that what he's calling himself?

They're wearing name tags now? Really? I'll tell you one thing, they're not sticking one on me. I'll just be the one without a name tag, thank you.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

That's what one of you is calling yourself. I don't remember what the others are. I just sort of guess and hope I'm right. But all right, Mister I Don't Need a Name Tag, what's going on in your world? Do you travel with me?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Hesitates, unsure how much Donna knows or needs to know, so he decides to avoid the question all together]

Just how many of me are running around, that they need name tags?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I dunno anymore. Three? Or four? Something. Too many, not that I don't like you and all. It's just confusing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Seems like it would be, yeah.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Somehow I still tell you all apart anyway so I suppose it isn't so bad. Anyway, so what were you up to back home? Don't think I'm going to let it drop. My mate Cheri always did that.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, that was obviously that bloke she met down at the pub last New Years. Before that, Cheri was like an open book, couldn't shut her up if you wanted to.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I'd forgotten that! That one, Blaine, right? Or Billy or Benny or something with a B. He really did a number on her, right flippin' bastard he was-

[pauses] Oh, you must be one of the...so you're not a Time Lord, eh?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[rocks on heels] Nope.