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“Apparently, yes...” the Guardian breathed in shock, trying to calm the racing of her heart. Exorcise them? How the hell am I supposed to get rid of mind monsters in a Time Lord’s mind? I’m good but I may not be that good...
She drew her sword and looked around the barren wasteland, seeing nothing but orange sand and scrub for miles. “So...” she began, having to shout a bit over the driving wind, “These mind creatures, what do they look like, and how do we get rid of them?”
Her gaze landed on the feeble looking man. “I’m guessing you’re the Narrator, in his head. Who else would he send to meet me.” Another gaze around the wasteland brought the comment, “I can’t say it’s what I expected. I thought the Narrator’s mind would be more... regal, almost. Like a palace.”
