sixteen

[sellyoumysoul]

[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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Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Oh my god Lucy?

Private.

[sellyoumysoul]

[Pause. Slow head tilt. Man, this afterlife seems familiar.]

Hello, Martha.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

I'm guessing you don't remember being here before?

Private.

[sellyoumysoul]

[Another pause, like she's really not sure what the correct answer is.]

No.

We're sailing in the sky again.

Did you miss it so much?

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

It's all right, Lucy. You're safe here.

[Crazy, crazy Lucy and a pause.]

You're here on a redemption ship, to get a second chance.

Private.

[sellyoumysoul]

[This sounds a bit more uncertain than it could, since ~Harry's here~ and that does render things a bit more optimistic.]

I don't want it.