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[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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[naughtbutlife]

Oh Christ Above. Oh Lord.

Lucy?

[sellyoumysoul]

[There's a long silence here, because Lucy's subconscious is insisting that Angelica is okay but she doesn't know where that comes from.]

Yes.

[naughtbutlife]

Lucy....do you....

[A hesitant pause.]

Do you remember m-- this place?

[sellyoumysoul]

I can't...

[She goes quiet again. One hand reaches up to touch the length of her hair lightly.]

Should I remember?

Private

[naughtbutlife]

You were here before, madam. It is how I knew your name.

No...[She sounds a little sad.] Tis no matter.

Private

[sellyoumysoul]

...

What's your name?

Private

[naughtbutlife]

My name is Angelica.

Re: Private

[sellyoumysoul]

Angelica.

You say I was here before, you...you knew me?

Private

[naughtbutlife]

Aye, madam, that I did. We were on...friendly terms. I was saddened when you left.

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[sellyoumysoul]

[Friendly terms. Lucy has trouble computing this after a year-and-some of being almost completely isolated.]

I wish I could remember.

Re: Private

[naughtbutlife]

I wish you could as well.

Though you cannot remember, I will still be there if you need me for anything at all.