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[the Brigadier and Donna enter the Plane together as they sometimes do, but there is something off; the Brigadier isn't in uniform. In fact, he's dressed in clothes from the 2000s. Donna has a gun with her (and for good reason)]

...Something's up.

[ENTER our heroes, Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart (...my that's a mouthful) and Donna Noble! One is a firefighter, and one is a cop, and both of them are about to experience some fiery trouble in the mountains of Montana... or was it California? California has trees, doesn't it? Oh well, it's Montana for now.]

Now you wait one minute! We aren't in- [Donna's accent suddenly becomes American!] I guess we are.

[Alistair similarly has an American accent!] Hmm, Donna? Something wrong?

I could have sworn we were somewhere else.

No, no, we've been in Montana for as long as I can recall.

You're sure?

Entirely.

[Little do they know, when they return to their realities, they'll be facing off against a blaze even Alistair might not be able to tame!]

...Though that is a little disturbing.

((OOC: Blue is Brig, red is Donna, and bold is the narration only Brig and Donna can hear.))

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[he's a bit worried about you, Doctor] I'm sorry, Doctor, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

[He's a bit worried about himself as well. Still, laughing, still thinking he may have possibly lost his mind]

Right, so if you don't work for UNIT in London, what do you do with yourself in Montana?

[he puts a hand on the Doctor's shoulder] I'm a fire fighter, Doctor. Remember? Have been for years?

A fire fighter! You're not a fire fighter!

[He cons-]

Don't you dare!

[Focuses on the Brig] Right, so Mister Fire Fighter from Montana, what made you want to become a fire fighter.

[Alistair wracked his brain for an answer, going over his memories trying to recall what, precisely, made him choose this route. He always had, as far as he recalled; though he also had entertained the thought of joining the military. There was no real reason for WHY he chose what he did, which left him lost for an answer.]

Ah... well. I can't recall, but I don't see how that's important?

Don't see how that's important, fine. How do we know each other, then? Seeing as I've never been to Montana in my entire life.

...We work together.

Now I'm a fire fighter in Montana as well? A fire fighter in Montana with a British accent. A skinny fire fighter in Montana with a British accent?

Yes.

Oh.

[Considers the Br- Alistair for a moment. That yes was very certain.]

Well, this is a bit awkward. Me thinking you're a British military officer, you thinking I'm a fire fighter in Montana.

[a nod, but he moves on] Are you sure you're alright?

I'm still stuck on confusion.

[Shakes his head, trying to reason out what has happened. He decides maybe this is the Plane's doing, and it might be best just to play along.]

And you? Everything going all right in .... Montana?

[a nod] Business as usual.

[Or so he thought, but he had no idea about the destruction looming in his future.]

[and then he seems momentarily distracted, because okay, the narrator is sounding like it knows SOMETHING]

[Notices his distraction] You sure about that?

Hm? Ah, yes. Everything's fine.

Yeah?

[Not convinced, but entire situation isn't very typical, so he doesn't dwell on this. Feeling very awkward, he struggles to make conversation.]

Put out any good fires lately?

A few. There's been a rash of fires lately, but nothing we can't handle.

And I'm part of this 'we'? I'm putting out rashes of fire as well?

Seeing as you work with me, yes.

Right. Of course. How could I forget?

[Suddenly he misses that narrator's voice. Made much more sense than this situation]

Am I any good at it?

Respectably enough.

[Which is to say he couldn't quite recall. Well, he knew, but he didn't. It was in that sort of foggy, half aware part of his mind, where what normally is and what CURRENTLY is blurred and intersected to try to create some sensical combination. As things were properly, he and the Doctor (along with Donna Noble, not to mention UNIT) saved a great deal of lives. This translates to they do just as well as fire fighters, because it does.]

I think if you did a bad job at it, you wouldn't be in this kind of work.

I guess so.

[thinks for a moment]

I could imagine worse things to be than a fire fighter. I bet I look good in the uniform. Have you got one of those dogs? I love those dogs. I could be the fellow sitting on the top with the dog.