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[ockette]

Of course Clair knows how to get in touch with her favorite test subject.

"Rassilon! Rassilon, I need to ask you a favour!"

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[inthetower]

There's a sleepy answer from the other end of the comm line. "Mmmh? Clair? Whadizzit?"

[ockette]

I'm very sorry if I woke you up, but this is very important. Can you bring people back from the dead?

*Yes, that's phrasing it very baldly, but still.*

[inthetower]

A pause.

"Can I what?" There's another pause. "You've been experimenting on yourself, haven't you?"

[ockette]

"No, no no. But my father, you saw my father last night. He died of lung cancer, a few years ago, and he's here now, but he doesn't have long. He's supposed to go back tonight at midnight."

[inthetower]

At least he sounded more awake, now. "Clair.. slow down. You what?"

[ockette]

"My father. I want you to help my father, please?"

[inthetower]

"How? Isn't he here already?"

Somehow, though, he had a feeling he knew what she wanted him to do. He grew still and quiet, listening. Don't ask that ... please don't ask that...

[ockette]

Oh, you know she's going to. She's a supervillain; the world revolves around fulfilling her needs.

"He is, but only until midnight. Then he has to go back with the rest of the dead." With Hanover. "Is there anything you can do, so he can stay here?"

[inthetower]

"I...."

He sighs. Of all the things to ask.

"Yes... I could."

[ockette]

"I would give you anything in my power for this...."

[inthetower]

He suddenly sounded much closer to his actual age, nowl. Tired and ancient. "Don't make promises like that," he said softly. "I ... I don't know if it'll work. But I could try."

[ockette]

She'd have to be blind not to see that something's wrong.

"Rassilon? Is this.... Am I breaking a law I don't know about?"

[inthetower]

Another sigh. "Not as such. His actual existence could be ... isolated in time. It's simply..." here he trailed off.

[ockette]

"What is it?" She leaned against the console, watching him over the comm with concern.

[inthetower]

He looks ... sad. Quiet. He sits in the midst of a nest of blankets and pillows, though Kiam is no-where in sight.

"It's nothing," he says quietly after a moment. "I should be glad you've someone here."

He pushes a hand through his hair. "I can... Yes. I can alter time round him easily enough."

[ockette]

She can't keep the grin off her face, though she modulates it to something more sympathetic.

"Was there anyone for you?"