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[In the park is what must be another piece of someone's home - at least, to Jamie's thinking. He's managed to stumble across what appears to be part of some strange room. A large, hexagonal console sits in the middle of a small clearing, partially hidden by some trees. There's a white wall behind it, covered in roundels, and a coat rack standing off to one side, although it appears to be rather coat free at the moment.

The console itself has a lot of wee knobs and switches and some sort of panels on it - at least, from what he can see - and a cylindrical column in the center of the thing looks almost as if it could move up and down if it wanted. He stares at it for a moment before flipping on the CAT.]

Hey, I think I found one of those bits from someone's world. Does anyone know whose it is?

[Something about that console draws him closer, however, and he winds up walking over and reaching out a curious finger to poke at one of those switches. He mutters to himself, not realizing the CAT is picking that up too.]

And why does it look so familiar?

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[Natsuo pouts when Jamie places himself in the way.] Boo! Overload what fluids? I thought you didn't know what it is!

I...I don't even know why I said that. It's just for a moment, I thought I remembered...[He trails off, uncertainly. For a moment he had gotten a flash of the funny little man who called himself the Doctor wildly pressing buttons on the console in an effort to stop that particular situation from happening. That couldn't be right, though. Could it?]

But how could I remember something like that when I've never seen this before?

[Natsuo gives Jamie a blank stare, quiet for a few seconds...]

Maybe you've got amnesia, but you're getting better.

Amnesia? [He considers it for a moment, then shakes his head.] No, that doesn't make sense. I've not got any gaps in my memory. In fact, I could tell ye exactly what's happened from the past few days before I came here.

Do you remember being a kid? [A pause.] Or maybe your memories aren't real. Maybe you made them up.

Of course I remember being a kid. What kind of a question is that? Look, I'm telling ye, I remember what happened.

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Maybe you think you remember what happened. [He shrugs a shoulder.]

Oh, aye? [Have all the hrmph faces, Natsuo]

Say for some reason you're right. What would be the point of it?

I don't know. Maybe you knew the point before but you don't remember it now. [Um, duh~]

Or maybe there isn't a point because there's nothing that I've forgotten. Maybe it's just something to do with this place.

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[He gives Jamie an incredibly skeptical look... and then rolls his eyes.]

Boring. [A beat, then he completely switches conversation tracks!] So where is it from?

[Congratulations, have a confused Jamie.] Where's what from?

[He rolls his eyes and points to the console. ~~Be glad he didn't push a button in the process. It was tempting, okay?~~]

I saw Soubi's apartment here. It was above one of the shops. That's not from here, that's from back home. So... where is this from?

[Hey, he could have been talking about anything there. ~~Although it's probably a good idea he didn't press buttons. Who knows what might have happened?~~]

Aye, well...it's from someone's home, I guess. [He fixes Natsuo with a pointed look.] And before ye say that it's from mine, there's nothing like that in Scotland.

How do you know? Have you seen everything in Scotland? [Pause...] And if you don't know what it is, why can't I touch it? It shouldn't matter to you!

Well, no, I've not, but...look, in my time it was different. There weren't any of moving pictures or those micro-wave things that are in the houses or even anything like the lights ye see everywhere here. I can tell ye that there'd be nothing even close to this there. [He gestures at the console for emphasis, then folds his arms against his chest.]

And I don't want ye to touch it because...because...[There's that hesitation again, as that memory of his Doctor comes to mind. A firm note comes into his voice, then.]

Because it belongs to a friend of mine, that's why.

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Then you do know what it is! Or you just remembered.

[Wait. Waaaait. Natsuo stares at Jamie, alarmed.] You don't have TV? So you don't have video games?! Boo! How do you live?!

What's a video game? [He gives Natsuo another one of those puzzled looks, then shakes his head.]

I live just the same as anyone else who doesn't have whatever that is. I take my turn with tending the land and doing the other work that needs doing. Or if I'm not doing that, I practice my pipes and play when the Laird needs me to.

It's a game you play on the TV, with a controller. Or you can play on a computer. It depends. You should play one. [Nod!]

What's a Laird? And what kind of pipes? [His catlike ears perk up. He's genuinely curious and interested!]

Oh, aye, I see. [He doesn't, totally, but is willing to fake it. Maybe he'll ask the Doctor what one of those video games are at some point. Piping, however, that he understands.]

Bagpipes, although I can play a few other types. I'm the Clan Piper, ye see. The Laird...aye, well, ye could say he's the one in charge.

You play bagpipes? Do you have them here? I want to see.

They didn't survive the battle. [Strange. He thought he had been more upset over the fact that only his chanter had made it through intact - and then that had been taken from him too. But it feels for some reason like it happened years ago, even though he knows he's only been here for a few months.]

I'd gladly show them to ye otherwise.

Battle? [Okay, now he's really interested! ~~This game of 20 Questions doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Especially not after "only" 20.~~]

Aye, against the English. It was where I was before I came here...I think.

[He's not so sure of that anymore, and some of that doubt creeps into his voice. But the battle he remembers well enough, and that uncertainty slips away as he continues.]

We'd gone to join the other clans to fight, on Culloden Moor. It was raining, a cold rain with more than a hint of sleet to it. There had been an attack that had taken place the night before, and we were sore tired from it, but the English were not about to let us rest.

[It's like story time! He leans against the consolethingy - far away from buttons and knobs, thank goodness - and listens attentively.]

Oh. So you fought in a big battle.

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