For now.

"We may never have met in the flesh, the flesh you have now at least, but our scanners are advanced enough to detect Gallifreyan tech. Unless that TARDIS is not your property, you must be the Doctor, yes?" Arch-President Mox announces grandly, seating on an exorbitant throne in the centre of his great chamber.

"Guilty as charged." it had been a couple of hundred years since you had last encountered the Badra. Not long enough, you thought to yourself.

"We'll have to do something with your timeship, Doctor." Mox says, short of breath. "Now THAT is a collector's item!"

"Over my dead body." you respond.

"We could certainly arrange that, but my, what a loss of profit that would be. No, most likely we'll pawn you off on one of your enemies, a rogue scientist with an interest in Time Lord physiology. Whatever gets us the most credits!"

"You're disgusting!" Rose tells the Arch-President.

"Maybe, but you should see my bank balance!" He jokes, tossing his head back and roaring with laughter. His followers join in.

"And tell me, sweet child, who are you? One of the Doctor's companions, yes? A pity you are not as infamous as he. We could make fine pleasure models from you, most assuredly!"

"Is that what you do? Abduct women and turn them into your... sex toys?!" Rose asks, repulsed by the horrid little alien.

"No, no, of course not. We simply keep the original subject as a master copy, the better to produce the synthetic duplicates from. Once production is complete, we beam one of the models back, implanted with the same memories as just before the original was taken." The Badra leader explains.

"That's monstrous!" Rose declares.

"Take that up with the people who buy them. The Badra simply provide a service. And more humanely than some organisations would. There are more... destructive ways of harvesting matter for duplication. This is the most painless way for everyone to benefit."

"Yeah... except for the women you abduct." Rose points out.

"You can lock us up if you want, Mox, but we'll get out. Your little organisation is about to be liquidated." you tell him fearlessly.

"I'd think twice before defying the Badra, dear Doctor." Mox warns you. "Especially when we have such leverage over you..."

Reaching into his jacket pocket, the Badra leader produces a small remote. Pointing it at the large displays on every side of the room, he flicks through channels, until security cam footage of a familiar blonde is displayed.

"You may have met before, from what I understand of temporal mechanics, you would have no memory of it, but allow me to introduce you to... The Doctor."

Sure enough, it's your future incarnation, the blonde-haired, female Thirteenth Doctor, restrained in exactly the same way as you had just seen Gal. Medical readouts on the screen confirm her Time Lord biology.

"What?" Rose chimes in.

"Capturing your future self was a real coup, Doctor." Mox points out. "The first batch of her replicants is almost ready to ship. 10,000 pre-orders, can you believe it? Evidently, there are plenty of sentients in the galaxy who'd like to... work out their frustrations with you."

"If you set one foot out of line." Mox produces a wicked looking red button. "I cut the life support system in her rig. You can do whatever you want, then, your future **** at the hands of the Badra will be a fixed point in time!"

Taken off-guard by the reveal of your future self, you look from Mox, to Rose, to the displays, thinking of your next move.