Lost In Thought

Know Who I Am

LizBeth:

"Hey, who turned out the lights? Hey, who turned out the lights?"

River quickly used the squareness gun again on the wall, my brother hauling me bodily upright as I almost fell over. "This way, quickly. Move!" So through the gap we went, River cutting through several rooms until we were somewhere somewhat safe. There was a skylight up in the room, a large moon hanging high in the orange sky. "OK, we've got a clear spot. In, in, in! Right in the centre. In the middle of the light, quickly. Don't let your shadows cross. El, Doctor."

Yeah, yeah, keep your hair on. You'd look weird without those curls, don't lose them. "Doing it."

"There's no lights here. Sunset's coming. We can't stay long.! Then looked back at me, as I had eyes closed, trying to listen for the shadows. "Have you found a live one?"

 
So, so much noise. "Too loud, there's no way to tell apart background noise and their hunger."

"We're going to need a chicken leg. Who's got a chicken leg? Thanks, Dave." She threw the meat into the shadow, and once again it was just bone before it hit the ground. "Okay. Okay, we've got a hot one. Watch your feet."

My brother shook his head. "They won't attack until there's enough of them. But they've got our scent now. They're coming. Elizabeth, come here, we're going to plug you back in, but carefully this time. With the sonic."

Making me roll my eyes, but pushed into the next terminal, getting to work. Until I growled, coming back out angrily as River approached me. "What's wrong with it?"

"There are too many voices, it's all too loud in there for me, which is stopping me from hearing anything here, as well."

"Then use the red settings on his sonic."

I'm sorry, what? "It doesn't have a red setting. Since when have I ever actually put the colour red into something willingly?"

"Well, use the dampers."

What the hell was I on in the future? "It doesn't have dampers." 

"It will do one day."

Meaning I took it forcefully, seeing my trademarks all over it, but far more advanced than I'd ever trusted the Doctor to have. When he already loved to break things and blow them up, giving him easier access to that was not a good move. "So, some time in the future, I just give you a screwdriver."

"Yeah."

"Why would I do that? I have only ever made a screwdriver for my brother, or a man who did actually force me to do it."

"I didn't pluck it from your cold dead hands, if that's what you're worried about. And I would never do to you what your husband did."

How did she know about my husband? "And I know that because? You won't let me in your head, and the only people who have ever done that are far from trustworthy."

So she changed the subject entirely. "Listen to me. You've lost your friend. You're angry. I understand. But you need to be less emotional, El, right now. You're a computer, think rationally." 

Oh, I was going to slap you at this rate, love. "Less emotional? I'm not emotional. I'm more than a computer, I'm a biological hard drive."

"There are six people in this room still alive. Focus on that. Dear God, you're hard work young."

I was over two hundred years old, for a human, I was ancient beyond death. "Young? Who are you?"

Now Lux came back over, annoyed at the pair of us. "Oh, for heaven's sake! Look at the pair of you. We're all going to die right here, and you're just squabbling like an old married couple."