Just to the TARDIS. It's hard to really relax when you've got a project like the one I'm working on hanging over you. But now it's ready.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ha. No.
It's for Mike. Or, the other Mike. To keep his world alive.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yes. A clone, created in a splinter reality of Las Vegas. An imperfect cloning process, too. Maybe I should sit down and explain...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Pulls up a chair-
There were these creatures. Aliens, who came to earth. They were capable of warping physics and reality, and were performing some sort of experiment. They were going extinct, and wanted to find some new suitable way to exist. They studied humans, trying to find what made them tick, to find some way to understand the individuality they lacked as a hive mind.
So, they somehow created a duplicate of the city of Las Vegas with the help of a creature that called itself the Auditor.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

....What's he sneerin' at?
-He looks back down and approaches the room-