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There is a moment of quiet. Beneath the familiar drips and creaks of the decaying factory, Bina thinks she can hear time slowly fraying.

"You OK?" asks Amie, who is looking at her with an odd expression on her face.

"Hmm? Oh - yeah," she says. "Everything's going great. You?"

"You know, great," says Amie.

They share an awkward chuckle at that.

"Oh! Here," says Amie, after a second, and digs for a moment under her jacket. "Don't want to forget your TARDIS."

"Thanks," says Bina, as her fingers fold around the cold metal, as the world tatters around them.

"Time… to go I guess," says Amie.