The fact that he was so close but being so ... borderline polite about it was unnerving in its own way, and she took a step back, waving a hand in front of her face. "Well, you do. ... And you didn't blackmail me, you just ... were the only option I had for saving Barbara and Adam from Otho's awful attempt at a seance. I was desperate."
A pause.
"Really, really desperate. You sent Maxie and Sarah through the ceiling, and turned Otho's suit into something that made him scream like a girl ... and the next thing I knew I had on this red wedding dress and you were fishing a dead woman's finger out of your pocket. And you put a metal plate over Barbara's mouth so she couldn't say your name ... and stuck Adam in his model ... and ..."
She watched him as he spoke. Something really wasn't right here. Something to do with time and space, something that skirted the edges of the quantum stuff The Doctor had been teaching her. He didn't look right. He was broader in the shoulders, rounder in the face. She was trying not to stare too hard, but ... she wanted to. She felt like she had to figure it out.
"How do you know me but really not remember any of this? I only talked to you twice. And when I talked to you in the attic, you were still living in Adam's model. You didn't blackmail me, we just played a really bad game of charades."
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Date: 2019-12-07 10:53 pm (UTC)A pause.
"Really, really desperate. You sent Maxie and Sarah through the ceiling, and turned Otho's suit into something that made him scream like a girl ... and the next thing I knew I had on this red wedding dress and you were fishing a dead woman's finger out of your pocket. And you put a metal plate over Barbara's mouth so she couldn't say your name ... and stuck Adam in his model ... and ..."
She watched him as he spoke. Something really wasn't right here. Something to do with time and space, something that skirted the edges of the quantum stuff The Doctor had been teaching her. He didn't look right. He was broader in the shoulders, rounder in the face. She was trying not to stare too hard, but ... she wanted to. She felt like she had to figure it out.
"How do you know me but really not remember any of this? I only talked to you twice. And when I talked to you in the attic, you were still living in Adam's model. You didn't blackmail me, we just played a really bad game of charades."