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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy doesn’t appear on the Plane, as much as he is walking the Plane.  He hasn’t left since he found Reinette earlier.  His clothes are stained with blood, as are his hands.  He has been walking aimlessly.  Still shaken from what happened.

Finally he stops.  Not wanting to walk anymore.  His legs are tired.  He is tired.  He sits down.  Relieved to be off his feet.  Crossing his legs, fingers tapping the floor, eyes studying the stars below.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

To give you the opportunity to answer.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Maybe I don't want to answer. I suppose that doesn't matter to you though, does it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not particularly, no. You're always such an idiot when you're sulking.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sulks some more] I'm not sulking. I'm sitting.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then that sulking expression on your face is just decoration, hm?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It adds mystery. Brooding in the corner, it's a conversation starter. Look at us, we're having a conversation about it right now.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's not the start of our conversation, my dear John.

[crouches down beside him]

Let's see... I'll try to narrow it down. I've always liked guessing games. So, in a larger frame: did you fail someone?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Keeps his gaze on the floor, and away from the Master.]

Don't you have someone else you'd rather be bothering?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

My, what low self-esteem you have.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

I guess that means no.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

All the better to harrass you with, my dear.

[brushes a finger across his temple]

Well?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Flinches but looks up]

Well what? Tell you on my own or be forced to tell you?

I'm still not entirely clear on why you even care.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm very whimsical at the hearts of me, Johnny-boy.

So, tell.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Still remembering his last encounter with the Master.] Why should I? Telling you isn't a guarantee of anything.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not telling me, however, is.

So will you pick what you know or what you don't?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[reluctantly]

What was your question, again?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Tell me what happened.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Someone died that shouldn't have.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Happens all the time, Doctor.

Who was it?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

...Reinette.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...No. Reinette? That woman doesn't have the temperment of someone who'd die.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sad laugh]

That's what I thought, too. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be the case.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[callous]

How'd she die, then?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

Right, I forgot who I was talking to.

Clockwork men, came too early in her timeline.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And how did that happen?