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What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?

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He calls them "companions" but they're strays. Taking up rooms in my corridors, messing them all up, leaving crumbs. Of course I know the Doctor, he is my thief!

Do you know the Doctor? The Doctor?

Your thief. ... Mon Dieu, you were stolen?

Oui, chéri. However, I did not know he was a thief.

Yes, well. He calls it borrowed, but that implies he had the intention to bring me back and we both know he didn't. But that is rather fine with me because I have no intention of returning him, either.

You have confused me yet again, mademoiselle. You have stolen him?

I wanted to travel and he was the only Time Lord mad enough to venture into a museum and steal an old type 40 model to explore the world with. So I stole him and he stole me — I think it's a good thing, really.

And... what was it you said you were again?

A ship! A time ship, to be perfectly honest.

A time ship. [Whaaaaaaaaaaat?]

Well, a space ship that has the ability to travel through time, I should say.

I do not wish to sound close minded, I should be the last to say what is and is not possible, but...

Oh, it's possible, I assure you, French man.

It's just not fair that I was taken from my home without so much as asking permission first.

But possible, oh yes. With an entity that powerful most things are possible.

It is Lumiere.

Ah, yes. It is more often than not that such things occur without our consent. However, that does not mean good cannot come from them.

The French word for light? What an intriguing name.

I suppose that is true, I shouldn't be bothered, in fact I'm getting used to the flesh body. The trouble is whether the flesh body will get used to me or not.

As is your own, mademoiselle.

Do you wish to stay in such body?

Why thank you, Lumière.

Well, yes but... Only if it can house my matrix without dying.

If I remember correctly, a 'flesh body' as you choose to call it, is a fragile thing. You must take proper care of it should you wish to keep it.

I should like to. But I can't help it if the matrix core begins to destroy the flesh body. TARDISes weren't meant to be housed in such small, fragile, frames.

You believe that it will?

It did happen before, back on House. I was dying because the flesh body could not sustain my matrix core. I can only wonder how long it will last here now.

[ there's a pause for a moment before she clears her throat and adds: ]

...do me a favor, Lumière and... Do not mention that to the Doctor. Yes?

Too late.

[softly] Why didn't you tell me?

...oops. That wasn't meant to happen.

[ for a moment, she stays silent, trying to think of how to word it ] ...because even if I had, there are just some things that you can't change. It's not like I'm gone. The only thing that's technically gone will be... The time that we could talk.

[a long pause, then] Then we'll have to make the most of what we've got. All of us.

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You do not wish for him to know? But... But he must!

Oh dear, it seems I let that one slip up. He should not have been told because... It's in his future. It's not exactly proper to tell people things from their futures, you see.

Much of la cité itself is far from 'proper'.

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