Midnight Pt3:

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"Well, thank God for that." Val sighed in relief. "But what if it's not outside anymore? What if it's inside?" Jethro asked. "Inside? Where?" Val asked him. "It was heading for her." He nodded to Sky.

"Sky? It's alright, Sky. We just want you to turn around, face us." The Doctor tried again. Slowly, she turned around and stared at them, wide eyed. "Sky?" Galaxy asked.

"Sky?" She repeated.

"Are you alright?" The Doctor asked.

"Are you alright?" She repeated as Galaxy glanced at the Doctor with concern.

"Are you hurt?"

"Are you hurt?"

"You don't have to talk."

"You don't have to talk."

"We're trying to help you." Galaxy said as she pulled out her sonic and lightly flashed Sky with it.

"We're trying to help you."

"My name's the Doctor and this is Galaxy." The Doctor looked at Galaxy who shook her head. She couldn't get a reading.

"My name's the Doctor and this is Galaxy."

"Okay, can you stop?"

"Okay, can you stop?"

"I'd like you to stop."

"I'd like you to stop."

"Why's she doing that?" Hobbes asked.

"Why's she doing that?" Sky repeated, turning to him.

"She's gone mad." Biff frowned.

"She's gone mad." She stared at him.

"Stop it." Val ordered.

"Stop it." Sky stared at her then.

"I said stop it!"

"I said stop it!"

"I don't think she can." Dee Dee said softly.

"I don't think she can."

"Alright, now stop it, this isn't funny." Hobbes said, glaring.

"Alright, now stop it, this isn't funny."

"Shh, shh, shh, all of you." The Doctor whispered.

"Shh, shh, shh, all of you."

"My name's Jethro." Jethro said.

"My name's Jethro."

"Jethro. Leave it." Galaxy told him.

"Jethro. Leave it."

"Why are you repeating?" The Doctor frowned.

"Why are you repeating?"

"What is that, learning?"

"What is that, learning?"

"Copying?"

"Copying?"

"Absorbing?"

"Absorbing?"

"How long can she go on for?" Galaxy wondered.

"How long can she go on for?"

"The square root of pi is 1.77245385090551602729816748..." The Doctor started and Sky followed a moment later.

"The square root of pi is 1.77245385090551602729816748..."

"...3341. Wow!" He breathed as she kept up with him.

"...3341. Wow!"

"But that's impossible." Hobbes shook his head.

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