"Holy shit."

This? This is not the outside of Grace's home. Not the outside of Grace's home or the outside of anywhere, really. This...is some sort of hotel lobby? Crap. How the hell had she ended up in a hotel lobby?

Earl maybe? Well, he's not here. Not yet. Anyway, what do hotel lobbies have to do with soul-saving, anyhow? Who knows. Things have ( Read more... )

The Trakenite has been quiet lately. Blame the mun and her new job.

She's come down, though, to sit in the lobby with a cup of hot cocoa and a book of Shakespeare. She's quite comfortable but as lovely as William is? She'd not mind in the least if she were disturbed.

When you've been in the spy and/or covert ops business for ten years, you learn to expect the unexpected, whatever that means for the situation you're in. When you're sitting in your parked car inside a moving truck for ten hours, being driven to some undisclosed location to meet the person who's not only ruined your job and your life, but also ( Read more... )

Ace waited until the TARDIS faded away before climbing the steps to the hotel entrance. Benny and the Professor were off for some archaeological dig on some planet now devoid of life. Not really her cup of tea. What she needed was a vacation somewhere there was plenty of sun, water, and no alien life forms trying to take over the planet. ( Read more... )