Another shape approaches me from the darkness. She has a feminine figure and I tense up before realizing that it is not her. This other woman wears a skin-tight blue suit, a white cape, and large round glasses. Her hair is tied into two pigtails and she has an unpleasant smile.

"Oh, it's you," she says with contempt.

"Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter now. You don't remember my name, anyway."

"Who am I?"

"You are a boneheaded, useless vessel who ruined the Doctor's wonderful plans."

"Who is the Doctor?"

The woman looks at me with malevolent glee.

"You could say that he is your father."

"Do you know where my mama is?"

"I may. But why should I tell you?"

She starts backing away into the darkness. I strongly suspect that she is incorporeal, just like the Hegemon before, but I don't want to touch her.