I pocketed the data and walked out a few minutes later. I decided to go to my usual information-gathering spot, Drunk's Square.

I was greeted by the sour smell of corrupted, rejected data as I entered. I ignored it and made my way over to the bar.

There's a surefire way to get information out of a bartender who knows it. Buy the most expensive drink in the house, and then pay too much for it.

I did so. A few minutes later, the bartender leaned over to me with a questioning look on his face. "What did you need to know, Lens?"

I asked him about Moscow Science Square. "Ooh, that?" he replied. "Not easy to get into. Producers of some of the greatest info out there, though. You'll find the entrance inside the chipshop at Moskva Square. Why, you got a case off the Doctor?"

"Exactly." I stood up. "Thanks for the... drink, tovarishch." I left the pink, fizzing concoction on the bar and left quickly.

I made my way to the Moskva Science Square entrance. I placed the datastring in the door and entered the dank, mouldy corridor. As I reached the end, a chemical smell reached my nose, like turpentine and formaldehyde.

The Navi, Ran, came up to me with a clipboard. "You've arrived. You need to speak to RingMan soon, she has all the data you need." He shuffled off, and was nearly gone when he tripped and disintegrated again. I just shook my head and wandered over to a tank, where something that looked oddly like my lens was floating. "Ugh." I shuddered. "I'll be glad to be out of here..."

Another red Navi, this one with rings circling much of her body, ran into the lab. "Ah, LensMan. Good to see you. I'm Ring, prefer not to use the 'Man' part, obvious reasons..." She spoke quickly without waste of words. "I'm the Doctor's personal Navi. Allow me to introduce..." She whistles. "DrillMan, ToadMan, PharaohMan, DiveMan, SkullMan, DustMan, and BrightMan, my co-creates. You are to take your choice of them along on this mission, I assume Ran-chan has given you all the--"

"Whoa, whoa, wait. I haven't even accepted this yet, dammit! Give me some time to think! First of all, what are all these parts and things?"

"Oh, those are Rans."

"WHAT?"

"Ran deletes himself a lot, so we keep parts of him around to rebuild him. He's clumsy and cheaply built, but we love him."

"Er. That's interesting."

"The Doctor won't live much longer. The Legend must be repaired, for his and the Doctor's sake. Please, help us out. You're perfect for this job."

I looked down at her. "...What am I getting out of this again?"

"Your history, your life, and the memories you lost."

"...It's a good trade. All right, if you insist."

"Thank you, you don't know how much this means." She tapped her clipboard. "For this mission, I'd recommend Brightman to blind him... not sure how much good that would do, though, he's a weak little dumpling..." The light-bulb navi stomped his foot. "Hey, I'm just as powerful as anyone!"

"All right, Brighty, calm down. When it comes down to it, Lens, it's up to you. He's not easily distractable. This will not be an easy job, okay?

"You may be deleted. I can't stress the power in the Legend. The Doctor was a fool when he made him..."

I cracked my knuckles. "I think I'll take Ran along."

"Ra-ran? But he's weak, and--"

"He can also infinitely die and revive. A very valuable aspect in distraction. Give me the FailSafe and bring me Ran."

I received the FailSafe program, and soon Ran joined me. It was time to repair a legend.