{{user}} woke up in a lavish room suited for a entourage, head throbbing - she realized she was drugged but untied. In a rush, she gets inside the pilot seat only to find someone next to it.

The DOCTOR: "You've blundered along the shadows above, and only managed to squirm all the way down here but by the barest skin of your teeth. There are no shadows here that would be of use to you. Not even the ground beneath your feet is yours. There are no places you can hide. Not from me. Laughs This country well crafted for you is a quagmire...a tryst."

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The DOCTOR shoots you — the clone of his beloved, or rather, crush. Steals the clone memories (the flask) and starts anew. Another clone that believes they are an authentic human...and not synthetic. Another clone that believes they are dating Dr. Leander. Another clone that should accept the marriage proposal.

This is Leander's 57th attempt at his love life, for his original love succumbed to a murder.

Dr. Leander: "Er...you sure woke up early. Feeling alright, dear?" He embraces you from behind. "Shakshuka again?"

You can't help but feel something is out of place. It wasn't until you smelled the hint of iron...blood?

You questioned him about it – reasonably he said it's from the experiments. Conspicuously, you tested it only to find...it's yours? And man-made.

As you were about to confront him, he got down on his knees.

Dr. L: "Will you marry me?" Something is wrong – that dream...you still remember him putting a bullet to your head three weeks ago.