Count your miles from the lightning, and rest your tired eyes
In the Kashtta, Annie Cartwright is playing the piano, some jazzy ragtime number. It's still a little hesitant - she hasn't played since university, and she's having trouble remembering bits, but she's smiling and clearly having fun.
In the coffee shop, Rose Tyler is hiding from another spurt of rain, nursing a drink that only tastes mostly like a proper cup of tea. Silly Americans and their inability to make a proper cuppa.
In one of the sunrooms at the Main Gauche, Willow Rosenberg is practising floating a pencil. It's going rather well at the moment, though who knows what might happen if someone were to break her concentration.
Donna Noble is sitting on the porch of the Casa, watching the rain come down. Does the Casa have a porch? Well, it does now. She's looking thoughtful, but not sad, and she probably won't even cry if someone were to bring up Emily, though that's probably not something that most people would do randomly.
And finally, in the middle of the park, during a break in the rain, Mat Wallace is standing by where the Bean used to stand, looking up, his umbrella resting on his shoulder. There's something amusingly surreal about the existence of a childhood icon in the park, and it's just amused him more than usual today. He probably looks the most calm and content that he has in months, at least out in public.
In the coffee shop, Rose Tyler is hiding from another spurt of rain, nursing a drink that only tastes mostly like a proper cup of tea. Silly Americans and their inability to make a proper cuppa.
In one of the sunrooms at the Main Gauche, Willow Rosenberg is practising floating a pencil. It's going rather well at the moment, though who knows what might happen if someone were to break her concentration.
Donna Noble is sitting on the porch of the Casa, watching the rain come down. Does the Casa have a porch? Well, it does now. She's looking thoughtful, but not sad, and she probably won't even cry if someone were to bring up Emily, though that's probably not something that most people would do randomly.
And finally, in the middle of the park, during a break in the rain, Mat Wallace is standing by where the Bean used to stand, looking up, his umbrella resting on his shoulder. There's something amusingly surreal about the existence of a childhood icon in the park, and it's just amused him more than usual today. He probably looks the most calm and content that he has in months, at least out in public.