Two Doctors. She had two Doctors here. Well, three if she was being technical. Just one of them was in a world where he had made the grave mistake of re-writing everything despite the fact that he himself had used a Moment to make it impossible to go back. To change it. He had gone against everything.. or, this him had. And her him had to deal with that fall out. Yet he seemed so, what was the word, distraught? That seemed it could work. He didn't like seeing her like this. She doubted anyone did. Those who knew what she was, could do, they knew this wasn't right. That it was impossible. Still, the impossible happened here.
"Not right. Very wrong. But it stopped. The destruction. The death." At least, it had for now. Perhaps that was why her doctor(s) had been so upset, insisting on checking her. The same with Martha. Because they knew what this should be doing. They knew she should be dying and the Seal was not to be trusted. Still, she did not put thought into that. She didn't care to. Time was so complex as it was. People existed and then they didn't. Add in she was technically there already... the fact she hadn't completely fallen apart both in this form and her normal form upon being there was testament that some paradoxes here could be ignored. But not this way.
"Proper place, Type 40 Mark III. Blue box special." Shaking her head as she listed her specifications, Sexy realized that she was getting off track. She did that a lot it seemed. Too many thoughts and words were fascinating when she could figure out which ones to use.
"Better for me, better for you. Not better. Doesn't help. Here for reason, need to be. Can't re-write everything on a whim. Wrong. Power. Bad. Fractures in the continuum. Stable but not. Can't be." Closing her eyes, Sexy lifted her hand and placed it to her head, feeling dizzy. The time tendrils wrapped around her Doctor, all wrong. Altered and wrong.
"Devils dance on good intentions. Angels cry and demons laugh. Run away, twist and vanish and form new lies and broke."