[For the TARDIS]

[lasttimelady]

[ Gail is not where she's supposed to be. She's supposed to be on the way to the airport because she's going backpacking in the UK and Ireland. She's supposed to have a large backpack sitting on the floor next to her feet as she rides the subway

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[spaceywacey]

[To be fair, a bitey mad lady will probably not help reassure her as to her sanity. But the TARDIS is nearby, pushing herself up off the ground and looking around a bit bewildered.]

Oh, no. No no no, this isn't right at all, shouldn't be here. [She pauses to inspect her hands.]

Ooh, hello, I'm all squishy again. [And then it's back to looking around.] Where is he, though, I can't-couldn't even feel him around.

[lasttimelady]

[ Hilariously, the crazy lady makes Gail less likely to question her sanity. Why the hell would she hallucinate a crazy lady, even if she were brain damaged? ]

Uh... Hello? Do you know where we are?

[spaceywacey]

[Ooh, look, someone new! She loves new people. Well, those that aren't going to mess about with her insides (and aren't really new), but that's beside the point. She focuses on Gail for a moment, then brightens.]

Oh, hello, it's you! Was-will be you, I mean, and looks like we've fallen through a crack somehow. I do like the talking bit again, but it's more fun when my thief's around, and I can't find him; which is always a bit worrisome.

You haven't seen a bloke with a hilarious chin and a fez about, have you?

[lasttimelady]

[ Riiiight, the crazy lady knows who she is. Okay. ]

Uh... nnnno, I haven't. Sorry?

[ She refrains from asking if she's supposed to know this lady. ]