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[Martha's back on the Plane! This time, she's just come from Japan, which is not a very happy place under the rule of the Master. Actually, it's been nuked quite a bit. Why? Because...he's the Master. And Japan pissed him off. ~~Maybe he doesn't like anime, or maybe he just had trouble beating the end boss of a video game.~~ At any rate, the people left alive there are like walking corpses, the worst Martha's seen yet on her journey. She sits at the edge of the beach, where the sand becomes the Plane, and stares out at the waves, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.]

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[Along dawdles Cy, not looking particularly chipper herself. She pauses next to Martha, climbs up onto the woman's knees, and then attempts to wedge herself into the tiny space between Martha's chest and legs.]

[kitties make everything better! Martha makes room for Cy, stroking her fur as she continues staring out at the water]

[Watching for a bit before he approaches slowly, since it doesn't look like she's in a good mood.]

Martha...?

[she gives Hei a small smile] Hei. How are you doing?

[Returns it ~~with exact postage.~~] Better. I wanted to thank you.

It's no problem at all, really. I only wish I'd been able to help more. [and that's the problem Martha always finds herself facing during the Year, not being able to do more]

You helped, you really did. I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't gotten there in time.

[Have a very sporadic, amnesiac Eight, Martha! Clearly he is the cure to all. Panacea of all ills. Or bane of more, but that is not his fault. Mostly. He doesn't even remember who he is... you know what? Never mind. The point is, he won't do much harm.]

Hello! [Yes, he is oblivious to any distress, why do you ask?]

[She rumbles a purr] World ain't what it used to be.

[scritching behind her ears] You can say that again, Cy.

[Everybody loves Eight, much like everybody loves kitties! Unfortunately, Martha's got a touch of amnesia herself, and has conveniently forgotten everybody from her universe who she hasn't met by the beginning of the Year, other Doctors included. Anyway, Martha gives this unexpectedly cheerful man a slightly confused look.] Er, hello?

I'm just glad I could get there in time. That doesn't always happen, you know. [sorry, Hei, Martha is broody; you get the single emotear icon!]

[It's still better than Eight here, who doesn't remember anything, anyone, and will probably forget this conversation later and have to be introduced again. His mind is... almost literally... elsewhere. Not his brain, thankfully, since that would cause some problems. And ickness.]

Hello! [His dim-witted smile is dazzling. You are dazzled. The Doctor gained 200 exp. The Doctor has levelled up!]

[Martha is dazzled as if she were Bella and Eight were Edward...no? okay.

She continues looking quite confused] Can you say anything other than hello?

[Well, the Doctor doesn't sta-... well he doesn't at the moment, anyway. Whether he does so in the future (or a future incarnation) is yet to be already known. 'Cause you know he does.]

[The Doctor shall continue to look clueless.] Erm... supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?

[Sparkly!Ten has not yet occurred in Martha's current timeline, shhh. And she does not want demonspawn breaking her spine.

But that at least gets a little chuckle out of her!] D'you have a name, then?

[Talking more about the stalking, but the sparkling rings true as well. And guessing she won't enjoy her first few days at Torchwood if she does not want things inside her belly. But THIS IS FUTURE! Well, that is future. This is present.]

Not that I know of! People like calling me 'Doctor', but I don't feel as though I am. My TARDIS seems to think I am, though.

And you are?

[alas, Ten does not love Martha enough to stalk her - though he does love her enough to fondle her knickers. And oh god I had managed to forget about that creepy scene till now, thanks.]

The Doctor? [this is not helping Martha's confusion levels at all]

[Bringing previously suppressed memories back since the time that's none of your business. Insert evil laughter here.]

That's me! Or not. I don't know. Who're you?

[is he a future Doctor? OH GOD WHAT IF THE MASTER DROVE TEN CRAZY AND MADE HIM REGENERATE?

...you know, ignoring all the Tens who already told her the future] Did you...regenerate?

It's me, Martha.

[No, he's just adorable Doctor who (hur hur), at the end of his life, will be a hollow shell of the cheeriness you see before you. Happy times.]

Regenerate? Well, I assume I did, or I wouldn't be me, would I? Or maybe I didn't regenerate and this is my first body. That would be difficult, what with my first body being my first body.

Hello, Martha!

... [Stands there for a moment and then sits down near her.]

Did something happen?

[concerned look] The Master didn't...he didn't kill you, did he? I mean, the other yous said he didn't, but what if you're from a different timeline? What if you're the proper Doctor from my timeline?

I...[she turns her head to look at him, eyes wide and troubled] The Master, he just...obliterated Japan. Worse than the rest of the world, even. The people there, they beg for death, because they're practically walking dead already. There's nothing I can do for them. I just have to keep moving so that everything can be undone in the end.

[Stares at her a moment and then looks away.] Ianto...mentioned something about that.

[Can't help thinking about what he himself almost did to Japan.]

I'm very sorry.

[Blink.] I don't know, did he? You'll have to forgive me, I'm not at my best today, I'm afraid. Well, I'm about as good as I was yesterday and I'll probably be the same tomorrow, so I guess I'm not at my best any day.

I wouldn't know a Doctor. Well, actually I know several. Are any of them proper? I'm not sure. But I'm not the Doctor. Well, I am, but I'm not. I'm a bit out of my depth, you see. Anti-matter and all that. Zagreus is somewhat absent today, so you don't have to worry about him.

[He gives that grin that implies that any second he's going to burst out into song and start frolicking.]

[she closes her eyes for a moment, trying to will the pain away] It's all right. It'll all be reverted, in the end. None of it will have happened. [sigh] It'll only exist in my memories.

[you are not helping Martha's crazy at all] ...Zagreus? What...I've no idea what you're talking about, Doctor. Any of it, really. [snort] And here I thought I'd gotten fairly good at understanding you.

[Moves his hands around in flitty, very unhelpful gestures.] Anti-time. Like anti-matter? I remember something about going to a universe full of it, and then somehow this happened. Zagreus, I mean, not the Plane. Although the Plane was a little unexpected too. Zagreus is the embodiment of anti-time, derived from an old Gallifreyan nursery rhyme. Which means I'm the embodiment of anti-time. I am Zagreus.

... Unless I'm not, like the moment. He comes and goes, naturally. Destruction of the universe takes some planning.

You're...the embodiment of anti-time. Right. [she thinks someone could use some nice, soothing anti-psychotic medication] How did you become Zagreus, then?

That's...just as bad, though.

[a half-shrug] But everybody'll be alive again. That's what matters.

[Is silent awhile.]

I suppose.

How's the weather out there?

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