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Who: Sarah Jane and OTA
What: Running from monsters (typical Monday)
Where: Genessia City
Warning: Monsters go boo?

The communicator was fascinating. She'd seen several things just like it before, only a year ago it seemed. Felt far longer but those thoughts were always pushed aside in favor of happier memories. Though at the moment her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"This is fascinating!" She turned the device over several times, smiling as she walked through the dark streets, her focus on the little contraption in her hands. Her days traveling the universe were done, but she had plans to travel her own world.

And it takes far more than a year to lose the sense of self preservation one must learn when traveling time and space.

So the sound of shuffling steps and gutteral groans are easily picked up. Aliens were one things, but zombies?

"Oh. Really? Not even an hour in and already- oh alright!" It's also good that she did not lose her ability to run in heels after only a yaer.

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"So after it all. More or less." He smiles back at her. It's nice. She had a nice life as he understood, and still does. Not all of them are messes that need to be cleaned up and some of them get on quite well.

"Excellent. The world needs to see more of you, Sarah Jane. You'd've never been satisfied with one corner of it anyway."

"Mhm, a year or so. Give or take a month." And she didn't regret leaving him, oh she missed him dearly but she didn't regret it.

"Of course it does! You think you're the only one allowed to go out and have death defying adventures?" She gently nudged him with her shoulder, much as she would have done before, and smiled up at him. "I'll travel the whole world."

What is a world, he wants to say, when you've had the universe? But no one could travel the universe forever. Not even him, he suspects. He's almost come to terms with it. Almost. Though certainly fifty, or even a hundred years on Earth could hardly be considered as 'giving it up'-- still, who knew how much longer he had? Too much, he thought, and not enough.

"And now you're somewhere else completely via mysterious forces." That had nothing to do with him for once. Or, well, at least he was fairly certain but lately it seemed that everything had something to do with him and it was getting on just this side of annoying. "What do you plan to do?"

All she had was the world now, her forever was over.

"Mysterious forces with no manners. At least we usually got a warning if we were going to be kidnapped." She huffs, "To make do, what else? I'm not just going to sit around you know. This is a whole new world! I'm going to explore whatever I can of it. Maybe get an apartment to keep whatever I find in." She taps her fingers to her lip. That does mean she'd need to work.

Never a bad thing and she knew she could use that to help her learn all sorts of wonderful things.

"Is there a newspaper office around?"

"Did we? In my experience you didn't know you were being kidnapped until a second or so after the fact." Moreso if he was unconscious. "There's a difference between walking into a trap on purpose and being kidnapped you know." Aside from that, he's proud of her adaptability. But then he always was.

"I do believe so though I'm not sure where it is. Heard the paper boy can be a little...aggressive."

The Doctor getting knocked out was usually the clue that things were about to get a bit more sticky. "Oh, sure, that's what you were doing then? Walking in on purpose."

She nods in thanks. Good! She could keep her work going, under a somewhat decent cover, and manage to keep the little apartment she'd had her eye on. It was a bit run of the mill, but sometimes a little bit of normal was needed. Her normal at least.

"Aggressive? Good."

"Exactly. And I don't mean, get the scoop at whatever cost and fight for the little guy while standing up to the man... I mean flinging the paper so hard he breaks windows and often concusses people. I haven't had it happen to me yet which is a pity but I'm looking forward to it."

That does make her wrinkle her nose, though it's mainly in amusement, before she quirks an eyebrow at him. "I do like that yet. I give it about two months or so."

Of course he'd be looking forward to it. She patted his cheek idly, "Just don't get back into the habit of gettin' knocked about. You're still too big for me to carry."

"Nah, we haven't done that in quite a while. Not since a few faces ago anyway." Not that they don't get knocked out, it's just that it's not a habit. "We've changed a lot since what you're used to."

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