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[poshmouthytart]

[Alex is used to being trapped in places for long periods of time against her will, so she's less concerned by the current events on the Plane and more... annoyed

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[poshmouthytart]

[Oh come on, doesn't Satoshi want to be mistaken for an adorable English schoolgirl?]

Oh, sweetheart, I've missed you too.

[...Obviously whatever he's saying isn't what Alex is hearing. >.>]

[poshmouthytart]

[It's kind of the same! Only it's... Hallucinogenic cross dressing!]

No, darling, I can't come home yet. But I will soon, I promise.

[It was a nice try. :/]

[rationalist]

[Sherlock has the luck of being an empath at the moment and this is just painful. Of course, besides twitching from all these feelings, he manages to get out a bit of wit.]

I have terrible luck with people named Molly.

[poshmouthytart]

[As if he didn't say anything at all, Alex just keeps going. For Sherlock, it's probably as if he is hearing one side of a phone conversation.]

You shouldn't have followed me here, sweetheart. I know, I know. I promise, I'll be home soon, as soon as I'm done here. Yes, Molly, you will have the best birthday ever, I promise. I love you, too.

[There's a litany of emotions parading through Alex right now; hope, happiness, relief - you name it, she's probably feeling it. Poor Sherlock.]

[rationalist]

[He definitely is and it makes him squirm a bit. While he's getting better at defending himself against it, it nonetheless is very uncomfortable at best.

As calm and slow as possible.]

You are hallucinating. Your daughter is not here. You need to wake up.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex is still smiling cluelessly, but something falters in her gaze.

The look of recognition fades, and she blinks a few times, looking around her again before fixating her eyes on Sherlock. The smile is gone from her face, and all those waves of emotions are replaced with just one - complete despair.]

Have you seen a little girl? She was here, right here, only a moment ago.

[superoptimistic]

[she stares at Alex, before looking around herself for Molly, and then something seems to click]

I - I think you want to be in the onsen.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex's face goes expressionless for a minute, and she seems to pull herself out of the haze. Shaking her head gently, she stares at the girl in front of her.]

Pardon?

[superoptimistic]

You belong in the onsen. You'll be much more comfortable there.

[poshmouthytart]

I don't know if I belong anywhere, honestly.

[She peers at the girl.]

But why there?

[borntostand]

[her voice is intent, but sympathetic] No, it isn't. Molly is somewhere else - somewhere better, I hope.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex pauses, falling out of her trance relatively quickly, and when she sees Molly has been replaced by Kate, her eyes begin to brim with tears.]

I... my daughter. I just saw my daughter here.

[borntostand]

[her eyes widen, and her mind is struck by so many memories of children torn from their parents, in one way or another] I'm sorry. It's happening to a lot of us - seeing people...people we want to be there.

[reaches into one of her long coat's many pockets, pulls out a worn but clean piece of cloth, and offers it to Alex]

[poshmouthytart]

[Hesitantly, Alex accepts the cloth, dabbing at her eyes and nodding.]

I've been away from her a long time. I suppose it's something a parent never gets used to.

[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor looks--well, he's rather surprised. he's never been called "Molly" before, for starters]

What? Who, me? [points at himself]

[poshmouthytart]

[She smiles fondly.]

Of course you, silly. Come here, give me a hug.

[... I'm so sorry, Doctor.]

[bit_impossible]

No, I'm not, but! I won't say 'no' to a hug. [he opens his arms. who doesn't like hugs?]

[poshmouthytart]

[Without hesitating, Alex wraps her arms around him, closing her eyes.]

Mols, I've missed you so much.