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[Martha's apparently decided to sleep on the Plane now, and she's brought a bit of her surroundings with her. She's presently curled up beneath a bush, her head resting on a large pack and her coat wrapped tightly around her. She's asleep, clutching something with her right hand, but she sleeps lightly these days - approaching her will most definitely wake her up. The patch of land she's brought looks...well, dead would be the best way to describe it. ~~Or like a post-apocalyptic wasteland.~~

A closer look at Martha herself might reveal that she's a bit younger than most of the Plane is used to, and possibly a little thinner. Her face is pale and drawn, and she does not look like she's been sleeping well for...well, months, probably. Add in a bit of stress (or a lot of stress), and it's fairly easy to tell that she lives her life close to her breaking point.]

((ooc: Experiment start! *goes back to trying to catch up...or just sleeps, something like that*))

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[have that concern multiply like whoa] Martha, what....what happened?

[confused look] You know what happened.

I do? [pauses] Is this Torchwood again? I told you - I thought you said Jack and his team - [stops, because that won't help, so he just takes a deep breath] All right. Just, run me through what's going on now, maybe we can work something out before you have to go back to your reality.

Torchwood? What? I thought - aren't they in the Himalayas? Or...were. And Jack's...[oh, look, now she appears to be on the verge of tears, so she stops and takes a deep breath] There's nothing I can do about it, Doctor. Nothing either of us can do. I just have to keep going.

[looks at her, his tone leaning towards angry] They're in the Himalayas? They're there, and they just left you?

[stops, his tone changing to worried]

Jack? What happened to Jack?

What? No, they're- [she shakes her head] Why would they have left me? It's Jack's team, and he's - well, he's with you. [she pauses for a moment, and things just got a little bit worse in her head] Oh, God. Jack's not with you? [her voice gains a bit of a hysterical edge] What's he done to Jack?

[looks at her worried and confused]

Martha, look at me. [takes a breath, speaking as calmly as possible] You need to calm down, just for a few minutes, all right? I'm not sure what's going on. Maybe you're confusing me with another Doctor, I don't know. Just, try and explain to me what's happening, so maybe I can help.

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[she closes her eyes for a moment, taking a few breaths, but when she speaks, she still sounds close to tears] I don't understand. You- you're still my Doctor, aren't you? Even if you aren't from the same reality. [a few more deep breaths, and she turns away for a moment, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket, and when she turns to speak to him again, her voice is steadier] I don't need help. I just need you to keep everybody safe. I can do this, yeah? I've got to do this.

[he looks at her, unsure how to reply, when he notices her hand clutching something]

What's that? What are you holding?

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[she unfolds her fingers to show him the TARDIS key on its loop of twine around her neck, the ridges leaving imprints in the skin of her palm]

[looks from the key to Martha]

What are you doing with that? You haven't used it since - [stops, things suddenly clicking. The Himalayas, Jack. But that was impossible]

When's the last time we saw each other?

[frown] On the Valiant, of course. [she touches his cheek again] But you were a little older.

[Multiple Doctors, multiple Masters, multiple Roses, now multiple Marthas? It's the only way he can reason her being back in that Year.]

Is this your first time here?

No, I've been coming for six months now - just after I got to New York.

But -

[pauses]

Is there another you here?

I've...never met one. [confused look] I've met you before, haven't I?

I don't think so.

[confused as well]

The Martha I met she wasn't - [unsure] - she wasn't where you are now.

But...there aren't any other versions of me here. I would know if there were, wouldn't I? Someone would have mentioned it...and there's only the two of you.

[that explains it, different Martha, only knows of two Doctors]

Actually, last time I looked there were four Doctors with this face, and two others who looked like me, but aren't.

Maybe you two just haven't crossed paths for people to know.

[lightbulb going off in her head; she reaches out and touches his cheek again, frowning] You're too warm.

Yeah. Probably.

[takes a breath, and then tries to give her a reassuring smile]

While you're here, you should at least clean up a little. You look like you could use a good meal, too. There's a kitchen and some beds around here somewhere.

[he pushes himself up to a stand, and offers her a hand]

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[that's a weird answer, but she figures she'll drop it. Martha takes his hand, standing up and smiling at him gratefully] Thanks. You want something to eat, too? I can fix food for two just as easily as I can make something for myself.

Right now, considering things, should be about the time I would offer to make you something. But, unfortunately, that would probably result in some sort of catastrophic disaster, which we should really try to avoid.

[pauses, unsure how much he can say, and then finally makes a decision]

Just - I don't know how our worlds are different. But, I'm a little ahead of you at the moment. Although, if I'm ahead of you now, I probably always will be, barring some unseen circumstances. [shakes his head and forces himself to focus] Either way, you're going to win. [tries on that reassuring smile again] Martha Jones, you save the world.

[she gives him a wry smile] I'm not exactly great at cooking, either. But I ought to at least be able to manage a couple of omelets.

[nods] You...aren't the first person to tell me that. And it's reassuring, it really is. It just doesn't seem like it'll ever be possible sometimes. But it's those times when the world needs me the most, you know? Whether or not I succeed in the end, I can't stop trying.

Am omelet! I'm impressed. I can barely boil water without setting something on fire, so you all ready have me beat.

[gives her another smile]

Which is exactly why you'll win.