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[The video function clicks on to show a bedroom which some people - well, okay, the Master - will recognise as being Mr and Mrs Saxon's room on the Valiant. A few moments later, Lucy moves into frame. Due to personal shallowness timey-wimey business, instead of prison greys and the awful jail haircut, she has the red dress and the disarrayed
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Harry?
How...
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This is a place beyond life, beyond death. Beyond the very stars... [He looks over her, allll (false) sympathy and tenderness.] What has become of you, my dear Lucy?
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[She looks a little bit consternated by what she's saying, because she doesn't remember that's what you said to her last year. MOVING ON.]
They locked me away. A trial in secret, a prison miles away from everywhere...because of what I did to you.
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Is that what they told you? [Pause, then gently, as though he's about to impart a terrible truth.] Why would the Doctor have left you to that fate? And Martha Jones... They knew the truth, didn't they? That you did it to save me from him. [ERRR we're still going with that explanation, right?]
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I only did what you asked, Harry.
Martha's here. She spoke to me. Is the Doctor...?
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Of course you did. You only did what was asked of you. And they stood aside, the great 'heroes', and allowed you to be locked away in secret. Don't you think that, perhaps... the Doctor and Ms. Jones were the ones punishing you? [THE ANSWER IS YES. BECAUSE HUBBY'S ALWAYS RIGHT.]
He is. [Slight scowl.] There are entirely too many Doctors here. [Pause, then he smiles at her.] We'll have to take care of that, won't we?
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Yes. They wanted to save everyone, but they didn't care about me, not even a little bit. I went away into the dark, like the Doctor wanted to keep you in the dark, and he disappeared.
As if nothing had ever happened. Like none of it mattered...
[She's sliding off into full-on crazy there, but when he smiles at her she brightens up, and there's a hint there of the Lucy whose turns-on include world domination and the Doctor's sadness.]
Of course, darling.
We will.
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Actually... [He adopts a thinking pose.] Come to think of it, you could say the same for, well, [CHUCKLE CHUCKLE.] nearly everybody here. Some people will pretend to befriend you solely to bring harm to you. Or me. [The "me" part is the more important one, of course, BUT HE'S TRYING TO MAKE HER FEEL LOOOOVED RIGHT NOW.]
But! [He claps his hands together to punctuate that, in a sort of 'getting down to business' way.] Not to worry, my dear. I'll tell you who you can trust.
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Some people, their voices...
Like I've heard them all before.
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