Mainly for the note of Adric, Nyssa, Turlough and Peri, really:

I think we all need to have a talk. Something doesn't feel right.

Signed,
Tegan Jovanka

With no fuss and only the usual noise, a blue police box appears.

It looks no different than the multitude of others, and why should it? Why should it indeed.

It isn't long before the door opens and a man steps out-- suave, elegant, maybe a little too elegant. He wears a long high-collared cloak, a tuxedo, and black gloves. As for his face, well ( Read more... )

Her heels echo on the tile of the lobby and her arms are crossed over her chest.

The look on her face is a cross of upset and fear, but mostly it's upset and she studies the gathering of police boxes with knitted brows before she spins on her heels and moves her hands to her hips.

"Doctor!" She speaks with an Australian accent, eyes narrowed. " ( Read more... )