(( a while after
this. He's going ultra-hermit for a while if he can get away with it- but by NO means does that imply I'm hiatusing. He just doesn't deal with loss very well :| ))
[The feed begins with a clatter, as many accidental feeds are wont to do, and a rustle. In the background, strangely enough,
soothing music is playing aloud, and the slightly haggard quality in the Doctor's voice suggests he might well need it, along with a nap.]
-areful, K9, please.
My apologies, Master.
It's all right, but be still. This project is important.
Why did the human leave before I could scan her?
She wasn't aware you were in the TARDIS, or that you wanted to meet her; we had a somber matter to discuss anyway. You wouldn't have enjoyed it.
May I go to her-
No.
[Pause.]
Stop sniffing that kettle. It's... don't break it.
Affirmative, Master. What is the primary function of this device?
What? You use it to make- oh, that? It's a communicative computer linked to the intranet here. Why?
What is the purpose of the red light-emitting diode?
The red one signifies the recording of your input. The green sig... oh, Rassilon's bol-
[click. Goodnight, Barge.]