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doctor who (d1) patricia menzies

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Oh. Would you look at that.

[finding herself in the middle of a field of stars, Menzies' first instinct is to spend a moment looking around to get an idea of her situation. her eyes roam over the star patterns reaching as far as she can see. she taps a foot on the ground, frowning at the feel of it]

Well. That has to be the smoothest trip to another planet I've ever had. Not that I make a habit of it, but I do have some experience. Now... [she straightens, her demeanor growing more serious--ready for anything--though her tone remains conversational] Are you going to show yourself? Because whoever you are, I think I oughta recommend you to some people. I bet you could have yourself an interdimensional taxi service if you wanted.

Or do you just make a habit of kidnapping police officers? Because in case you don't know, some planets frown on that sort of behaviour.

[takes a step forward, watching for anyone around her] Well? What have you got to say for yourself?

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So who did that, then?

At one point, I'd have had an answer for you, but the twins have been missing for some time now. I don't know who's responsive for bringing more people here.

Lovely. [she sighs. leave it to her to get sucked into the middle of something strange like this] So basically, you don't know who's bringing people here, and you don't know what we're here for. So why keep coming back if you can leave whenever you want?

We're here for some sort of experiment, though I don't know what, exactly, is being tested.

I suppose I've grown attached to the people here. [Which he realizes may or may not be a good thing]

[dryly] Even better. So what's there to do around here? Besides romantic starlit strolls, of course.

[surprised] How many people are here?

Eat, sleep, work...Time does not pass while you're here.

Hmm, I lost count a long time ago.

So, what, there's a whole city out here? [gestures at the stars around her]

And they can all leave whenever they want? And just keep coming back?

Not quite. It's what we make of it, I suppose. There's a kitchen and a bar, the remnants of a beach and a forest. A little farther off is a Colosseum.

Mm. That time doesn't pass here is something of a draw.

[chuckles] All the essentials, is it?

[frowns, considering him thoughtfully for a moment. how can time not pass? isn't time passing right now?] All right, I'll bite. What exactly do you mean by that?

More or less.

Go home and you'll see.

Okay... [this is clearly completely mad, but it's not the first time she's run into things like that. still, she can't resist remarking:] What, I don't even have to click my heels?

[she closes her eyes and thinks about Manchester. the metallic smell of space disappears, replaced by the familiar smell of the streets of her city. Menzies looks around. there was a boy across the street, whinging to his mum about a game he wanted. she remembers that distinctly--and he's still at it now]

Oh, very good. [she closes her eyes again. the strange man didn't explain how to get back, but she can guess. she thinks about space and reappears there] All right, time doesn't pass, got it. But what about here? Does that mean nothing actually happens?

How do you mean?

You said time doesn't pass. If I go back, it's the same time as when I left. So is nothing that happens here real? [she gestures between them] Isn't time passing now?

To your second question, time is a relative thing. It may very well be passing so fast here, that none passes at home in comparison.

As to your first question, I don't know. I really don't.

Right. [obviously those questions aren't getting her anywhere] So what about you, then? What's your name?

Mu. And yours?

DI Patricia Menzies. Where are you from, Mu?

Tibet, originally. I live in Greece these days, though.

Your accent is familiar to me, but I'm not quite sure where to place it. England of course, but...

[looking him up and down] Are you some sort of monk, then? [he looks like he could be, except don't they have to shave their heads? they always seemed to in films]

[with a grin] I'm from Manchester.

Of a sort, I suppose.

Manchester--! Do you...no, that would be far too much of a stretch, I think.

[well, that was descriptive]

[quirks an eyebrow] You know, I'm sure there's a wise man somewhere who's said something about the answers you never get to the questions you don't ask. I take it you know someone from Manchester?

A man of the law, in fact, and of the same rank as yourself, if my memory hasn't failed me.

[Deep breath]

Sam Tyler. I don't suppose you know him?

[thoughtfully] Don't recognise the name, sorry. But I could ask around, see if anybody else has heard of 'im.

No, don't worry. It was something of a stretch to begin with.

[What's that? Of course he doesn't sound put out! What are you talking about?]

[she hasn't done anything wrong, so there's no reason for her to be bothered by that]

If he's in the city, I should be able to track him down on file, at least. Do you know him from home or from this place?

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