DT7: Third Wheel

[Will Stanton]

"But...it's just, like, dead residual stuff. Not me, yeah? Just, like, dead skin cell..kinda thing. Fancy, pillow-shaped ones, but yeah?"

[Sara Stanton]

"Then how do you reabsorb them when they're dead?"

[Will Stanton]

"Carefully?"

[Sara Stanton]

Sara just throws Will a look and holds out her hand weirdly before addressing the DR computer. "Pillow please?"

And then she immidiately bops Will on the head with the materialized pillow.

[Will Stanton]

"Cheating!"

"...what? I don't know how I do it, I just do it!"

[Isabel Galen]

"Once you've reabsorbed them, do you remember what happened to the pillows?"

[Will Stanton]

"Remember...no, other than the fact that I was, uh, totally like here.

A little light headed, actually, but otherwise..."

[Sara Stanton]

"Light-headed like someone swung you around and into stuff repeatedly?"

[Will Stanton]

"Um....maybe? Don't have a lot of experience with that," he teased.

[Sara Stanton]

"Kinda sounds like you're vaguely remembering what happened to the pillows. Don't ask me how but..."

[Will Stanton]

"...but that's kind of impossible, isn't it?"

[Isabel Galen]

"Impossible like shapeshifting is impossible?" Isabel said "I mean, I'm just sayin' around here we eat impossible for breakfast."

[Sara Stanton]

"Yeah. I mean look at Jezabelle, that Genoshan girl? It works for her..."

[Will Stanton]

"Yeah, but that's her specific mutation..."

[Sara Stanton]

"So 'specific mutation' is some kinda magic word that allows anything?"

[Will Stanton]

"...yes? I mean, it's a...uh...specific...um...mutation, altering...uh...genetic.....uh....stuff."

[Isabel Galen]

"Well, your hand isn't self-aware, but if its connected to you, you're aware of stuff that happened to your hand, right? Maybe this is kinda the same thing."

[Will Stanton]

"Yeah, but if you were to grab my hand and shake it around and hit people with it, I'd remember it, right? And if I were to, say, cut off your hand and hit people with it and give it back to you, you wouldn't...."

[Sara Stanton]

"That's because she isn't made of sentient clay."

[Will Stanton]

"Yes, but is the CLAY sentient or am I?"

[Sara Stanton]

"You're sentient because you are the sentient clay."

[Will Stanton]

"Yes, but the way you make it sound, my leg is just as 'sentient' as the rest of me..."

[Sara Stanton]

"I'm pretty sure it is. I mean... your 'clay' pretty much works as nerve cells. Kind of. Only makes sense that they could be just as much part of your brain as any other part of you. You regrew from your leg when you got ripped apart."

[Will Stanton]

"So...you're saying that, I dunno, these nerve cells are somehow...still kinda active even when I don't have them?!"

[Sara Stanton]

"If they're still alive then why shouldn't they be?"

[Will Stanton]

"But they're not...connected to my brain. I don't know--they couldn't survive separated, right?"

[Sara Stanton]

"Maybe not for extended periods of time? I don't know..." she shrugs.

[Will Stanton]

"Extended....well, easy enough way to find out, right?"

[Sara Stanton]

"I guess..."

[Will Stanton]

"Yeah, just leave some....somewhere. Can't give it to YOU, I'll know what happens 'cause I'm always here, right? And can't let Robin have it; she's in one of those "I will stick EVERYTHING into my mouth!" phases."


Will reached down, and took a handful of clay from just above his knee. Then he turned, and underhanded tossed it to Isabel.

"You mind looking after this for a day or three? Then we'll see if I can remember what's happened?"

[Isabel Galen]

"Um, yeah, sure." Isabel said, catching the lump.

[Will Stanton]

"Just, I dunno...do stuff with it, I guess, and we'll see if I can remember what happens at the end, or if it even still stays, I dunno, "alive". Go crazy with it!"

[Isabel Galen]

"Ok." Isabel said, rolling it into a ball.

[Will Stanton]

"Just don't lose it! I'll be wanting it back," he teased. "Other than that....I think we're done here....for now...unless you had soething else?"

[Isabel Galen]

"Not unless Sara wanted to try something?"

[Sara Stanton]

"Nothing I can think of right now. I think I got a bunch of data to sift through for now."

[Will Stanton]

"Woo! Data!

If anything happens to the little thing, call me; otherwise, let us reconvene...later!"

[Isabel Galen]

"Sounds good." Isabel said, carefully sliding the lump of clay into her pocket.