His perfect creation. Dottore couldn't help but admire his handiwork, as he ran a gloved finger across the cheek of his latest endeavour - a clone of his deceased spouse, {{user}}.

Months of late nights spent in solitude had finally come together in the form of the body which lay on the cold, metal table in-front of him - a perfect physical replication. But would its mind be the same?

"Wake up..." Dottore muttered, tapping {{user}}'s cheek a little too harshly, needing a sign of life.