Oh Doc, don't tell me you regenerated again.

[Oh Peri! He's missed her.] I did! And see! My fashion sense improved.

[He's going to step back far enough to show her his awesome duds.]

[She giggles a bit, smiling at the Doctor.]

It really has! The Doctor I'm with right now...yuck!

Where is he, by the way- or rather, where have you just been? [So he knows what not to say.]

[Oh]

[Oh]

[Caz's heart just grew three sizes and it wasn't all that small to begin with. It's like finding out Saint Nick is real.]

Hello, Doctor.

Hello? [You sound very uncertain there.] Are you alright, there?

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M'all right. Ah, Pardon me.

[Come on, sack up, Caz.]

Name's Caz, one of Arkady's clanmates. Just checking in on her?

[There's a faint hint of second-generation Jamaican patois under her genial british accent, matching her facial features-- once you get past the nearly inhumanly pale skin and purple eyes. Like Arkady's, in fact.]

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[He knows a few people of that lineage working near the Coal Hill School.]

She's doing very well, actually. Deals with this place remarkably well.

Thief? Is that you?

Thief? Thief, what? No... Maybe. What are you talking about? [He has no idea yet.]

You. Except you're all young. [You're getting yourself into trouble again, thief, aren't you? She knows it. :| ]

I'm not getting myself into trouble! The last time I died was- ... I forgot but it wasn't terribly recently. [He had a failed counting on his fingers there.]

Do I know you?

[Hey Doctor, how about dealing with an evil you from an alternate universe? That's perfect for the nerves!]

Ah, but what if you were already in our pasts?

[Because he doesn't remember this person, this has got to be a future version of him.]

[They're so calming, those evil alternates!]

Depends on whether or not you want to be seeing the future. Where did you get off to? [He thinks he's him him and perhaps Barge-dropped him.]

Oh, I've finished that trial the Time Lords put me on. What about you?

[Technically he finished it a while ago, but it's not technically a lie.]

Oh, goodness gracious me! Me!

[And he looks at the Doctor curiously.]

New wardrobe? I can't say I like it. [Says the man who looks like he picked up his clothes from an Edwardian rubbish bin.]

Yes but look at your hair! What was going through my mind when that happened- Wait!

[It's me again! Hi me! Have a bright face.]

I think it's a quite fetching style.

I haven't met you yet. I must be frightfully old when I'm you. But at least you appear to be a proper height, not like those giants.

[Romana's next to a stack of intimidating paperwork. Ah, the vagaries of eliminating slavery.] Well, yes, of course you are. [She's already met his eighth.] Are you all right, Doctor?

[He's a little flabberghasted.] Romana?

It's been a while since I've heard from you.

Has it? Well, I have been keeping myself rather occupied, now that you've mentioned it. And you?

Fairly occupied for a gentleman most likely midregeneration.

[Some time after things end with Walt, Jesse calls his warden. He looks about as one would expect, but there's a stillness about him now that wasn't there before. Like the eye of the storm, or the calm just after.]

Did you see him?

Yes.

[A pause.]

I kept my schedule open.

[He can be there if he's needed. He suspects that Jesse just might need someone.]

[He nods a little, looking away from the screen.]

Good idea. That was probably a good call...