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[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.

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Um, yes. But there's a floor beyond the stairways that resembles Spira, or so I'm told. I haven't been yet. I'm not sure I want to. [Especially since it really does all seem to be fake somehow.]

I can see why. You want it to be real, but if it's not, you don't want it. Perfectly understandable.

Mhm. So much has changed while I've been here and people who shouldn't be here are. What if something's different about Spira? I think... if I did go home, I wouldn't want to see Spira stuck here like I am. I want to see Spira as it should be.

[That and there's the whole if it IS real somehow, her father, Jecht, and Auron ALL won't be there and that's... not something she can handle again right now.]

[softly] I'll get you home. I'm here to help.

[She appreciates the offer, good Doctor, and there's a bit of a smile in her voice, though it's bittersweet.]

Thank you, but...I've been here so long I'm not even sure I... want to go home, you know?

Really? So you like it here?

Mm, not exactly. I don't like the place, I guess. But if I did go home, really for good, some people wouldn't be able to come with me. I don't want to lose the time we have now.

You do like it here. Don't forget, people make the place as much as the place does.

Ah, that's right. Good thing to have, time. Most people can never get enough.

That's true as well. You're right.

...Time has run out at home.

I'm sorry.

[She pauses for a moment.]

It's all right. It's not your fault. I'm just happy for any time we have here. [Even if this extra time will make the inevitable separation hurt that much more later.]

You're very kind. What was your name? I don't believe I've heard it.

Oh! I'm sorry. I'm Yuna.

Yuna! That's a brilliant name.

Oh! Thank you.

What should I call you?

You can call me the Doctor, everyone does. [a beat, then he laughs] Not sure why.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Doctor! [ She can't help giggling a little. ] Maybe you were named after someone?

Nope, definitely not. I've called myself that for ages.

Guess you're the original, then! How nice.

I suppose you could call me the definitive article.

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