Oh, Doctor Bowman. Doctor Bowman, what are you up to today in the neighborhood of makebelieve town of Hell? Well today, boys and girls, the good Doctor is up to building something. It's anyone's guess what he's building, but there are parts from an old Roomba, a tape recorder, an i-dog and god only knows what else strewn about the sidewalk in front ( Read more... )

The good Doctor Bowman is sitting on the porch of his TARDIS house, writing in his journal. Lordy, but for a doctor he is certainly a bad speller. He is writing speedily, speedily, speedily. It's probably all about Antinora ( Read more... )

( Darkness is coming, darkness is so close )

( And then, things get worse. )

( space age clockwork? Noooooooo )

( it's not a question of how, just a matter of when )

It would seem that the Doctor has found a home, a very a-ok looking and dark blue home that he is currently sitting on the porch of. It's not a very large porch, of course. It's not a very large house. It's bigger on the inside. But it's his. Well, not legally, but squatters rights and plague and all that ( Read more... )

Something is rotten in the state of DenmarkWisconsin, and Locke can definitely smell it ( Read more... )

It had been days since Dr. Sara Tancredi had seen another living soul. The entire hospital had been dead when she finally left Chicago. She'd done her best to save people, but as it became clearer that the sickness was a death sentence, she did her best simply to make as many people as comfortable as she could until the end, which, she assumed, ( Read more... )

What is the good doctor doing today? Well, today he is sitting on the porch of the general store and tinkering with a couple of screwdrivers, various other tools and the motor for the bait fridge. Obviously someone's found a way to pay for his food in town ( Read more... )