[Zero is currently camped out in the shooting range of the defense force. Between it and the stables, he didn't go home last night. The news he'd been given leaving him devastated, angry and confused-he'd needed some time alone to just absorb everything.

So many questions remain that need answers, but he was ready to face everything again and get them. First he has some questions for everyone in the facility. Pausing as the paper target flutters to the ground from his clean shot, Zero addresses the facility.]

You know how occasionally people will just fall asleep and have new memories added to their old ones? Sometimes it seems like you went home. Sometimes it is like you just fell asleep. Either way, you're left with two sets of memories. One from here and one from home.

Has anyone ever requested for any of the AI's to do it to them?

[The gap between them is problematic, but he's not sure what he wants to do about it. Does he really want to experience all that? The timeline he'd worked out so far with Yuuki had been helpful, but does he want more than that? Would they even allow it?]

( [Private to Yuuki] )

[In sector five, within sight of the ramen shop, a blonde haired young woman is standing there, welcome basket and pamphlet mostly untouched at her feet, looking utterly-- horrified, for lack of a better word. She's been like this for a while now as she simply tries to process the extreme change in environment. Anyone around may here her talking to herself, but nothing too audible. After a while, she slowly brings her hand to the headset and turns it on, fiddling until she gets to video. When she presents herself this way, her expression changes to something serious, almost defiant.]

This whole thing is complete garbage. If they're arresting me for being a criminal, they might as well arrest the rest of the world, despite the wars! Things finally end, and I'm dragged to some messed up aquarium to be held captive? Who the hell decided this, anyway? They're clearly not right in the head.

[Look out, Marina. It's time for a new Doctor ramble.]

Friends, inmates, not countrymen, seeing as none of you are from the same planet as me, let alone the same country, if Gallifrey even had countries, which, actually, is an interesting topic, but you don't care about Gallifreyan politics, and I don't care to relive them, and really, I'm getting off topic already. Rose, why aren't you keeping me on topic? That's your job. Usually. Sometimes. Maybe. Did I tell you what the topic was? I didn't, did I? Sorry. Not your fault. Tongue's getting away from me. You know how it is. Of course you do. You were there for the first time this tongue got to wagging, weren't you?

No. Wait. Shh! Don't interrupt me. Lend me your ears!

I have a point that I'd like to make, and the point is this.

I'm bored.

[If anyone thinks that Michael is going to forget a fight, they're wrong. Dead wrong. There are many things he'll forget because they just don't matter that much to him. But a fight? Never. It's what Michael thrives off--violence. The sheer thrill of punching someone in the jaw.]

Oi, Helix! Didn't think I forgot about our little meet-up at the park, did you?

Quit hiding. I'm calling you out. You, me, park in Sector 4. One hour. Be there, loser.