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Alex Reagan didn't have a coffee problem! She didn't. Okay, maybe she had a little of a coffee problem. But then again most people would if they hadn't had a good night sleep in three years. And they lived in Seattle, which was the coffee center of the world. Still, Alex is remarkably good at both makeup and dealing with her lack of sleep after all this time. But even then she's phased when there's the sound of a crashing, and a blue box literally just... crashlands in front of her.

"Oh my god!" The woman's voice is radio ready and distinctive, and still laced with a bit of her Canadian accent.

The blue box, whatever it is, misses the Pacific Northwest Stories studio, thank goodness, and seems to also miss every building on the street, but it's still there directly in front of her. Directly in front of her and everyone else around on the busy downtown street seems to be ignoring it. Thankfully for whoever was inside anyway, Alex Reagan, tiny and annoyingly persistent reporter, was never quite good at ignoring things that she really rather should. Seriously, she'd spent the last nearly three years working on a podcast that was full of things that she should actually have avoided.

Too late now though, and Alex has never been very good at listening to anything close to common sense, so still holding onto her coffee (a girl has to have priorities, and it's early enough in the day that her first reflex isn't to reach for the audio recorder that's practically an appendage in and of itself). Running towards the box, Alex quickly pushed on the door shouting, "is anyone in there?"

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Amy nodded at her. "Bit of a long story actually, involved a cake, as I heard it."

"Right, if you lot are done sorting out the domestics, could use a bit of help here."

Alex had been on her way to help the Doctor before there was the comment about the cake, but it just kind of made her sputter to a stop for a moment before she parroted back to Amy: "a cake?" Because well, honestly really?

But onto the next thing which was yes, getting this done and stopping the angel so the world doesn't end and all of that. "What do you need me to do?"

Rory scowled. "My bachelor party cake, actually. Great way to find out that the woman you're about to marry ran off with her imaginary friend the night before the wedding."

"Yes, well, came and got you as soon as I knew what it as the night before, didn't I?" Well, after a bit of a snog, but that hadn't been his fault. He pointed to the cross bars. "Just hammer that bit in there then, thanks."

Amy rolled her eyes. "What does it matter how or when, we came and got you, stupid."

"Imaginary. Friend." Okay, that was weird, because while she may have been doubting her own sanity the smallest little bit (that tended to happen when one didn't sleep for the length of time that Alex didn't and weird things kept happening) there was definitely differing levels of weird. Like this one. Still, the words came as Alex was doing what she was told and hammering the board that she'd been told to. So at least while she was asking questions (even if that wasn't a question really) while she did it.

Amy huffed a bit as she got some more wood and handed it to the Doctor, then she crossed her arms. "When I was a little kid, there was a crack in my wall. Well, a crack in the universe and my wall happened to be in the way. This idiot crashes his Tardis into my backyard, looking like a wreck, and shows up. He opens the crack, there is a hueg eyeball going on about a prisoner, then the crack closes, then he runs back into his Tardis, tells me to pack a bag and he'll be right back."

She scowled. "No one remembered the crack but me and Mels. Rory said he did, but back then Rory was just scared of us."

Rory gave her a flat look as he held something in place for the Doctor.

Amy smirked a bit, then shook her head. "All the adults said I must have made him up, that it was some dream, and that my aunt found me in bed, not in the yard where I'd been waiting for him to come back. The Raggedy Doctor. Oh, the shrinks I was sent to as a kid. For some reason they all quit after I bit them. Well... most of them did."

Alex is trying to pay attention and focus on what it is that she's meant to be doing here, but she finds her gaze drawing towards Amy as the other woman explained. For more than most of her life, Alex Reagan has collected stories. Interesting stories about interesting people was how her podcast was initially billed, before everything had happened with Strand, and she was acutely reminded of that in this moment. Granted, this was a story that would really make people question her sanity, but it was still a good one.

Hey, Welcome to Nightvale was fictional, maybe she could do something like that and call it fictional even if it wasn't. If nothing else, she could always just try and get some people she knew involved in the recording of it. Paul would be for it even if no one else was.

Remembering what she was supposed to be doing at almost the last moment, Alex started to hammer the nails into the wood once again, but she couldn't stop herself from asking, "okay. So. How long did he make you wait? Because that's definitely a tone of someone who has been made to wait for someone. And how many people did you bite?"

"Twelve years, the first time," she said, flatly. "Twelve years, and four psychiatrists."

"I did say I was sorry for that, you know."

"He has a time machine, and was late to our wedding. Late to everything, this one."

"It sounds like a friend of mine. But I swear he does it to make a statement." Nic can be an idiot sometimes, and when he's late she tends to think it's on purpose because his time is more valuable than hers is. Or anyone's is really. It drives her crazy. Somehow though, she doesn't think that the Doctor is like that. Or maybe it's that she was hoping so honestly.

"Well, considering how I just met you guys, I think it's safe to say that he likes to make an entrance, right?"

Rory pulled a face and opened his mouth to respond, but the Doctor cut him off before he could.

"Right! That's one good mirror down, still need three more for the walls, one for the base and one for the roof. Let's move people! We haven't got all of time and space till she's safe, then you all can gossip over tea and snog or whatever it is you humans do."

Amy snorted rudely. "Human enough around River, aren'tcha?" she asked, tossing her hair as she went to go look for more mirrors.

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Sorry, even with most of my icons inactive, this one needed amy's journal.

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