Opening up my eyes, I feel the stitches twinge on my side. I remember bits and pieces of why I had the stitches. I remember two gun shots, but I only have one memory of searing pain. That most likely means that one of the bullets hit Patience. Which most likely means she is somewhere inside my varying corridors regenerating. And it should be discerning that I could not feel her regenerating and that the other half of my soul seems to be missing, and, it was kind of scary, but at the moment I was too busy staring at the man wearing an eye patch and pushing a cart filled with medical equipment.
"You know, you really have quite a beautiful bodily make up. Your original formation is based on the bodily makeup of the nearest life form. You are physically an exact replica of that Time Lord you travel around with, but mentally you are the physical half the soul of a TARDIS. It really is quite exquisite." he said.
"Well thanks, but all I really care about is why I am still alive and where the other part of my soul is."
"I cannot tell you the answer to the second part of that question, for your little friend left right before she regenerated. But you are still alive so we can figure out how you tick. It is easy enough to clone a Time Lord, but you are impossible. Even if you are a Time Lord, so to speak, your cells are constantly changing to match your moods and current health status. But having you in my personal procession, I can do everything needed, well, except killing you, to get what we need."
I try to see if he is lying, but he seems serious. He taps a few keys on his keyboard and a table comes up behind me. Taking some handcuffs out of his pocket, he slowly walks towards me and says, in an almost excited voice, "I am going to have fun breaking you."
Sorry that there is no more, but i am still smoothing out the details and decided to post this befoe you guys find out where i live and kill me in my sleep. I hope you enjoy this rather late chapter.
-Shmoo