07.

[cosmic_engineer]

[Somewhere on the Plane, a TARDIS is faintly singing: it's a pleasant, lilting song that borders on telepathic and is unmistakably alien. The machine herself is located on the Plane's 'floor', next to the Markarian Chain of galaxies. Despite her unusually rapid growth for a TTC, she is in a state that can kindly be described as "not quite finished

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[damn_time_ring]

[he watches and listens for a a bit before speaking] She seems to be coming along beautifully, my lord Omega.

[damn_time_ring]

[he smiles slightly, catching his meaning] It was, surely. But I haven't returned to Gallifrey to get my TARDIS. I can't hear her here, but off the Plane...she sounds lonely.

[cosmic_engineer]

She likely is. Why haven't you returned?

[damn_time_ring]

[shifts a bit] I haven't had time to go back. [he also might be a bit scared to, even with Brax's stellar legal advice in his proverbial pocket]

[cosmic_engineer]

Indeed?

[damn_time_ring]

[it's mostly true] Yes. Life with the Doctor is, for the lack of a better term, busy. [as well as hectic, exhausting, and at times, even trying on his nerves/patience.]

[cosmic_engineer]

I was unaware that you were travelling with him. [his tone is not disapproving, however]

[damn_time_ring]

Well, I was travelling with him because of the tarot cards we'd received all that time ago. The zero room in his TARDIS helped some of those tendencies I felt...

But I'm with a later incarnation, not the version of the Doctor with a penchant for leather.