7 LOST MOONS OF POOSH; [AUDIO > TEXT]
--No, no, no.
Where are you? I know you're there, alright. I know, Master. You can't try and do this again. You wouldn't leave without gloating about it, so, just-- come out!
[ Frantic footsteps follow and the Guide which had been lying on the ground (after being dropped) is kicked into one of the walls of the hallway. The Doctor lets out a yelp and then a frustrated scream as he bangs his arm into the same wall. When he talks again, he sounds more sad than anything. ]
You better be out there. Somewhere.
[ He finally picks up the Guide, having noticed it lying there. A whirring sound is heard as he uses the sonic screwdriver to lock that recording. ]
[ And promptly switches to text ]
So, I hear the planet's been relatively nice this month. Warm sun, warm water, nice little shops. I do love a good shop. Doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with this tropical paradise. I bet it's just what some of you needed!
Martha, Jack, and Ianto: Fancy a trip? I'd say we could all do with a bit of catching up.