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004 ∞ [voice || location: Amy's house in Shelley]

Stirring her tea with a spoon, Amy idly listened to the sound of the metal hitting the ceramic sides of her cup. She was thinking.

The Doctor had been gone... well, she didn't know how long, but it seemed to her she'd just become aware of it. When had she last spoken to him? Or even seen him? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled brushing aside ideas of calling out to him from the living room, or knocking on his bedroom door. But why? What had held her back?

She stopped stirring and left the spoon in her cup as she picked her tablet off the kitchen table and turned it on. She searched the map for him again, and again it told her he wasn't there. The Doctor was clever though, so very, very clever, so if he had reason to, he could easily hide himself from the tablet's map. But for what reason? And why wouldn't he tell her before he rushed off to do whatever it was that he was secretly doing?

A little voice in her head said that the reason he wasn't on the map was because he was taken out of Taxon. The feeling of tears started behind her eyes, but she held them back and grew angry instead. The Doctor wouldn't abandon her. Not again. Not after twelve years of waiting the first time, then two more years after that.

Of course, that wretched little voice said, the Doctor wouldn't have a choice. The hamsters would take him away against his will.

"Shut it, you," she grumbled, then pressed a hand to her forehead because she was talking to herself.

Straightening up and clearing her throat, she turned the tablet over to the voice section and tried to sound like she wasn't upset at all.

"Hello, fellow Taxon residents! Anybody seen the Doctor 'round recently? He seems to be playing a very intricate game of hide and seek."

[ooc: Amy was glitched by the hamsters to not notice the Doctor's disappearance until after Christmas, so she could enjoy it and not be mopey. But now he's gone and it's time to feel abandoned. ;_;]

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That's... really strange. Do you think someone might have messed with your memory?

[She grumbles.] Hamsters are the likely culprit there.

Aren't they always.

I can take a look, if you want. Or just bring some Christmas cookies?

[She knows sometimes it's better not to have someone poking around in your head, even helpfully.]

Take a look? What do you mean? And cookies would definitely cheer me up.

If you want, I can bring the cookies, and then explain in person?

Works for me. I'll put the kettle on. Seems my tea's gone cold while I've been thinking about the Doctor.

"It's a date. I'll be there in half an hour."

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As promised, Tara is knocking on Amy's door about 30 minutes later, a tin of cookies tucked under her arm. She's bundled against the snow, but still smiles in gentle concern when she sees Amy.

Amy answers the door, looking startled at the amount of snow that's fallen without her noticing. She hadn't bothered looking out the window that morning, keeping the curtains tightly drawn against the draft from the windows.

"Blimey! Get in here!" She stands aside to let Tara through. "I didn't realized it'd snowed so much. Ooo, cookies! Or biscuits, in my case."

"I hadn't either! It's pretty though, and at least the trolley's still running."

She offers the tin. "Cookie therapy for you." Whether or not he was gone altogether, the Doctor seemed to have a bad habit of disappearing without warning. "I didn't know what kind, so I brought several."

Amy took the cookie tin gratefully. "Well I'm sure I'll enjoy at least two varieties!" She gestured to the coat rack, which already held a beautiful blue-green peacoat and many, many scarves.

"Here, put your coat and things up here. I've got tea in the back."

"Tea sounds lovely, thank you." She hung up her coat and then followed Amy into the house. "This is lovely - I don't think I've been before." She hadn't made it to the Pleasantville party.

"Yeah, it's not bad, is it?" She led the way down the hall into the back of the house where the kitchen was and set the cookies down, popping the lid and making a noise of appreciation.

"Looks good!" Popping one in her mouth, she hummed around it before gesturing for Tara to have a seat while she turned to grab the kettle.

"Thanks." She sat. "We'll have to have you over to the castle sometime, too."

Amy poured them both a fresh cup, still chewing away at her cookie and giving a nod.

Once she swallowed, she added, "That'd be great. Are there any secret passageways?"

"I'm sure there are," Tara said, "but I haven't found them yet. Dawn might know - she's lived there longest." It was sometimes hard to remember that the Castle was from reality, that her friends would live there one day. For Tara, it just felt like another part of Taxon.

"Hmm, don't know her. Still a lot of people I haven't met." There was a pause to take a sip of tea, then she continued. "Hope there aren't any booby traps. Wouldn't it be terrible luck to try and find the bathroom and end up sliding down a chute onto spikes?"

Tara clearly hadn't thought of this. "I hope not. But I imagine Buffy looked around pretty thoroughly, when she was first there." The old Buffy, anyway. This one knew her, but didn't remember any of Taxon, and it was an odd thing to negotiate.

"Probably," Amy agreed, snagging another cookie from the tin. "These are good. You make them yourself, or are they shop bought?"

"Homemade, but not all by me. Willow made the chocolate and peanut butter ones." The two of them had made some cookies for specific people, but then just kept baking. There were plenty to go around.

"I think things from the hatches taste better the less complex they are, so I try to hatch ingredients and cook when I can." It was probably just her perception, but there it was.

"Huh, I never really noticed the difference, but it's possible you're right. I do like making cookies too. Maybe next time I'll try it the old fashioned way." Out of the tin next came one of the cookies Willow had made.

"Mmm, nice and chewy," she said, a little garbled as she chewed. "Give her my compliments?"

"I will. She'll be glad to hear you like them." Cooking also gave them something normal to do, Tara thought, and that never hurt.

"Is the house just yours?"

"It is now," she replied, looking around the kitchen. "The Doctor and I picked it out together. It was just an Extra's house before."

Tara almost winced. "I'm sorry. I should have thought." Quieter, "I wasn't sure if Jenny or anyone was here too."

"Nah, not here. Though, in hindsight, we should have invited her. There's enough bedrooms." She sighed and shook her head. "We probably would have thought to ask eventually. But that's the way it goes, doesn't it? You always think there'll be more time."

"That's always true," she said, soft and a bit sad. "But I'm sure it's fine; she seems like she's pretty adaptable anyway."

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