[Action I. Outside of the ruins of 1338 Benny Road.]

[The Doctor jerks awake with a groan. The first thing he notices is that everything hurts. And more than usual. He brushes a hand to his throbbing head and his fingers come back bloody. Probably hit his head, that explains some of the pain. He can still feel his two hearts pounding in his ( Read more... )

[Voice.]

[The Doctor comes on the line and it's almost hard to recognize that it's him. The usual cheery arrogance is completely gone, replaced by a maniac fear. He seems to be unsure of where he is or whom he is speaking to.]Hello! Is anyone there?! Don't just stand around, answer the bloody phone ( Read more... )

[Voice-addressed to the Weeping Angels]

[After returning everyone home from Westport, The Doctor's voice comes over the phone lines, surprisingly filled with bravado in comparison to his miserable appearance the past week]You lot. Yeah, you, angels. I know you can hear me and will get the message out to those that can't. I have a deal for you, ( Read more... )

[The Doctor doesn't open the box from the postman at first. He doesn't want anything to do with the man who decided to wreak havoc on Christmas. So he sets it on the kitchen table and leaves it. However, eventually his curiosity gets the better of him ( Read more... )

[When the Doctor's voice first comes over the line, it's quiet and distant, as though he doesn't intend for the town to be hearing him right now. His voice sounds tired, but also full of a deep sadness]Suppose it's over then, Old Girl. For now anyway, didn't go quite as well as I hoped but it was good to see that you were safe. Make sure to keep ( Read more... )

[There's a sound like choking or retching before the Doctor's voice is heard across the phone. He sounds distant and disoriented.]

Still have legs. That's good, I like having legs, long legs, still tall. That's good, tall is good. Am I ginger yet?

[He groans and the sound of him shifting comes across the phone.]No, still not ginger... In fact ( Read more... )

[Filtered from the drones, Grady, Mayor, and the Smiths]Okay, listen up everyone. Last night I had a nice little talk with our friend, Sergei. Nice, but clearly not all right in the head. Anyway, he gave me some clues as to what exactly is going on in this place. First of all, some kind of war and a project that was made presumably during that ( Read more... )