[At first it's audio only, a slightly groggy voice]
Lucie...? Lucie, are you out there? Can you hear me? I've been rather conveniently provided with this... starfish thing... I can only assume you have too...
Lucie? Come on... It's me--it's the Doctor, I--
Wait a minute... agh, I'm soaked...
[Some fumbling with the device, and an image appears:
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That's right! You've heard of me, then?
From whom, may I ask?
Girl about your age, perhaps? Northern accent, lots of attitude...?
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[forgetting to consider the backwards possibility]
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[half a second to realize that's probably an upsetting idea]
b-but that doesn't mean I've forgotten! Not necessarily. If you knew another me, for instance? Or some kind of paradox, perhaps, or--well, what's the last thing you remember? Of me--what did I say, what was I doing?
[a few more seconds to get past the puzzle and process everything she's said]
Wait, what do you mean Time Lord Doctor? What do you know about the Time Lords? Are they behind this?
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[stop. okay, dawning revelation.]
...You haven't even met me yet.
But I was just in the TARDIS, how could you have-- can Time Lords-- regress?
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Regress? What--regenerate in reverse? No, we can't... We can, however, exist in multiples simultaneously in a single place in time without being actually paradoxical. Just so long as each one of us is a separate incarnation. It's confusing, but it happens--happens entirely too much, in my case.
I'm the eighth of me. The me you're familiar with ...has the TARDIS? [noticeably excited; it's the first good news he's had so far] You're sure? I've--we've--got her here?
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So-- there'll be two of you here, now, then?
[and she's so, so curious to see what he was like in the past. warning. :| ]
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Oh... Well, that's never good. Any activity in the Cloister Room usually spells disaster...
It seems so. Oh! I'd forgotten to ask: what's your name?
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