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Allons-y!
Nyssa couldn't sleep. Couldn't relax. Couldn't concentrate. Couldn't deny it. Her mind kept wandering off to the one thing she wanted to escape from. She kept on remembering the earlier events of today. Those wrecked Cybermen!
She was cursed. That was another thing she couldn't deny. She'd lost everything : her planet, her father and now the boy she loved, which was being slowly followed by her sanity.
Not caring if she cuts herself, she tightened her grip around the remaining shards of his star badge for mathematical excellence. The badge he used to wear proudly. The one he would never take off - until today. She let her 7011th tear slip today. He would be proud by her counting. Especially since that was her one weak point in Mathematics, counting. Maybe she'd start counting down the days, the days until she'd appear and be locked up in a mental asylum...
Why did she have to be attacked by misfortune all the time? Why did she repel luck whenever it offered her a piece of its talent? She didn't know. All she knew was that she'd never forgive herself. She would give anything, anything at all to let him live. As long as he was okay. But she couldn't. Because if she replaced him with herself, Nyssa knew he'd have to go through all the pain and stress she was currently experiencing.
Guilt. It was all she could feel. It was bubbling up inside the pits and caverns of her stomach and threatened to overwhelm her in a split second.
Her mind was racing - why? Why? Why did he have die? Why did he have to stay behind? Why was he so stubborn? Why wont the Doctor go back and save him? He had a time machine for goodness sake! The Trakenite's anger bubbled. So what if it could damage the universe to go back? Why would they care? They'd all be happy and Adric would be back!
No. Adric wouldn't want that. He'd probably forgotten her. He'd be with his brother (Varsh) up in heaven. He'll be enjoying himself.
KNOCK!
It dragged her out of her thoughts.
Nyssa unclenched her tense fist. She set down the Alzarian's old, ruined badge in her handkerchief - which was now drenched in tears she hadn't realised she'd shed - and placed it on her dresser. Shakily, she stumbled over to the white door, which belonged to her bedroom. Opening it, she discovered who'd created to knock. Shimmering and shining, Tegan's face was still wet from crying. In a flash, Nyssa realised Tegan was being tortured with the same emotions and was a replica of herself in appearance: shaken up, tear-streaked faces and crimson clouds hiding under their eyes - puffy and contagious.
They stood in silence for minutes; hours; days; years - they weren't sure. But as soon as they stopped deducing that they had both been curled up crying, they immediately hugged each other - crying on each others shoulders until they were found by the silent, still shell-shocked Doctor, lying on the floor by the edge of Nyssa's door, fully clothed and fast asleep on either corner. Tegan would go insane when she woke up to creased clothes. Their friend just gave a sad, weak smile, closed the door and headed to his own room...