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001: Arrival
[Romana is wandering the secret passageways between the Council Rooms and her Presidential Chambers. Ever since the supposed assassination attempt on her life; from which the Romana of this Gallifrey had, in fact, died; the only time she received time to herself was during these walks.
It was so frustrating that the Time Lords of this Gallifrey were so overly “proper.” It was even getting on Narvin’s nerves and that was saying something. But she had been right about one thing: being called “Supreme Leader” became old, very quickly.
As she walks, she is paying more attention to her thoughts rather than where she is going. It seemed that the "Free Time Virus" had yet to arrive here, but that didn't mean it wouldn't and that is cause for great concern. She turns a corner and opens the door to her private rooms. So lost is she in thought, that it takes her a full minute to realize that she is not in her private chambers. She looks around the room.]
This isn’t at all where I planned to be. I must have taken a wrong turn.
[It wasn't all that unusual to happen. Although this Alternate Gallifrey is very similar to her own, every once in awhile a subtle difference reveals itself. She walks back to the door, opens it and looks into the hall. Through one of the great windows in the hall, she can see outside. it looks nothing like Gallifrey. For starters the sky is a pristine blue, rather than the burnt-orange she expects to see.]
This… doesn’t look like Gallifrey.
[For a moment, Romana is hopeful that perhaps K-9 and Irving Braxiatel had finally sorted a way to get her back to the prime universe. She smiles warmly and runs into the hall.]
Brax!? K-9? I’m here! You did it! You brought me back! And none too soon. Did you retrieve Narvin as well?
[Her face falls as she looks around and didn’t see them anywhere.]
It was so frustrating that the Time Lords of this Gallifrey were so overly “proper.” It was even getting on Narvin’s nerves and that was saying something. But she had been right about one thing: being called “Supreme Leader” became old, very quickly.
As she walks, she is paying more attention to her thoughts rather than where she is going. It seemed that the "Free Time Virus" had yet to arrive here, but that didn't mean it wouldn't and that is cause for great concern. She turns a corner and opens the door to her private rooms. So lost is she in thought, that it takes her a full minute to realize that she is not in her private chambers. She looks around the room.]
This isn’t at all where I planned to be. I must have taken a wrong turn.
[It wasn't all that unusual to happen. Although this Alternate Gallifrey is very similar to her own, every once in awhile a subtle difference reveals itself. She walks back to the door, opens it and looks into the hall. Through one of the great windows in the hall, she can see outside. it looks nothing like Gallifrey. For starters the sky is a pristine blue, rather than the burnt-orange she expects to see.]
This… doesn’t look like Gallifrey.
[For a moment, Romana is hopeful that perhaps K-9 and Irving Braxiatel had finally sorted a way to get her back to the prime universe. She smiles warmly and runs into the hall.]
Brax!? K-9? I’m here! You did it! You brought me back! And none too soon. Did you retrieve Narvin as well?
[Her face falls as she looks around and didn’t see them anywhere.]
Aww 'salright <3
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That is most unfortunate. Since I am as stuck there as I was in E-Space.
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I know... and I'm sorry.
[He sighs softly] It's been so long since I've thought about E-Space or N-Space or the Axis... so much has happened since then. Did you know the Pandorica isn't just a myth?
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Only members of the CIA and the president is supposed to know about that. How do you?
[She groans.]
Don't tell me... it's you.
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Yes. Yes it is... though I wasn't in there for very long. It's hidden under Stonehenge of all places, by the way. I can tell you the whole story if you'd like, you won't remember it when you leave here.
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[She would tell him all the things that she discovered existed, but she figures, since he's in her future, he already knows.]
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Other than, of course, the obvious spoilers of myself and my companions existing at all...
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That's hardly a secret, though... You will always have companions, as long as you travel the universe.
[That said... she will ask one question.]
But I must know... Just how far into my future are you?
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[He chuckles] I'm in my eleventh regeneration, I'm eleven hundred and three years old.
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The Doctor does "domestic"... that is new.
[But she's just teasing him. She pauses at his last remark.]
Eleventh...
[She does the quick math in her head. And sighs softly.]
Then you are not the Doctor from my reality...
[She sounds disappointed.]
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[A little softer]
No... I'm not.
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