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Ooooh. No, I haven't. I did meet a clown though. His name was Alonso. Welllll, actually I named him Alonso. He didn't talk.

Like a mime then? Can't believe you would use that name. That desperate to meet an Alonso?

I did meet one. Nice chap.

[Feels the ankle and presses just slightly.]

Where?

[The pain shoots through her that she has to shout.]

Doctor!

Sorry. Yeah, I met him on the Titanic. Wellll, not the actual Titanic. It was a space-liner modeled after it.

[Looks at her.]

Long story, but how did you know about the clown? Been talking to your new favorite uncle again?

[Rose winces.]

Not all tragic, I hope?

Uncle? I don't know what you're talking about. They were all the place yesterday.

Not all of it, no. Don't give me that, Rose. I'm talking about him, or rather the other me.

Do you think you can stand?

That's good. We talk sometimes. Don't tell me your jealous?

[She attempts to slowly get up only to go right back down.]

I don't think. Maybe I can crawl.

Jealous? Me? Naaaaah. Never.

He gives pretty good advice for you.

[Gives her a sidelong look. He's a little miffed she's been confiding in his other self.]

Let's see if we can get you on to that chair.

[Looks up at him.]

Slowly, yeah?

Right here we go.

[Begins helping her up.]

Don't mean to offend, but I think you gained a little bit from being here. Too many chips?

[She manages cautiously leaning against him for support only to glare at him obviously offended at his comment.]

Oi! They're pretty good, alright? I guess I just haven't been running as much.

[Helps her onto a chair.]

You seem to be running to Uncle quite a bit.

[She sits wincing and looks at him.]

Oh my God, you are definitely jealous!

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I am not! How could I be jealous of myself? Seriously?

Cause just look at you. I reckon it happens. Besides maybe I wouldn't be running so much with uncle if someone wasn't pushing people away.

I...

[Doesn't meet her gaze.]

You're going to have to stay off that foot for a while. It's swollen pretty bad. Do you have ice?

Yeah. It's downstairs in the break room. There's an icebox.

[She frowns]

Don't move. Be right back.

[Goes to find the ice. Comes back with it wrapped up in paper towels a few minutes later.]

This is going to be a little cold.

[Places the pack on her ankle and uses his tie to bind it to her foot.]

[Rose looks down at her foot now bind with his tie then she looks over at him. She musters up a small smile clearly grateful. She reaches for his hand.]

It's not that cold. Doctor...

[There's a pause in her words as she glances again at her injury.]

Still, whatever you do, stay off it at least for the rest of the day.

[Looks at her and grins.]

Hello.

So I'm a prisoner on this shop then?

[She manages a grin and gives his hand a squeeze.]

Hello! You really didn't have to, you know.

Oooh, come on! You know me.

[Takes a look around.]

Working in a shop again, eh?

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