It's still here.

It's watching me.

I can feel it.

THERE IS A ROBOT IN MY SHOE CUPBOARD, DOCTOR. STARING AT ME.

Tony says I'm to NOT ask you about the submarine.

What does he mean by that?

I know you're a bloke and all, Doctor, but really, your pores are in a state.

*gets the rubber gloves*

Right. We're going to need to do some exfoliation first, I think. Rose, can you get me some flannels, some bicarbonate of soda, a rotary toothbrush, and a bowl of ice cubes?

*scowls* This is going to be more work than I thought.

I WAS IN THE SHOWER AND I WAS TAKING A SHOWER AND THERE WAS A PARROT IN THE SHOWER, DOCTOR. A PARROT. YOU SAID THIS HOUSE WAS GARY-PROOF!!!

Rose and the Doctor are off on another adventure, and I can't help but worry. It's not that I don't trust them--I do, no matter what the Doctor might say--but this isn't a real case. And no, it's not about the money, it's that we don't know who gave them this information. All they have to go on is a mysterious text message to Rose's phone, and a ( Read more... )

That was not how I expected the evening to go.

Not the alien invasion, I practically expect those. But...the Doctor has...a granddaughter. And she's ALIVE. And in this universe, somehow. Which of course means she was under our noses all this time and we didn't notice ( Read more... )

HEY!!! LET ME OUT!!! IT'S FREEZING IN HERE!!!

*glares*

I don't know what's going on, Doctor, but I'm fairly certain this is ALL YOUR FAULT.

Donna, never mind, we're done for now.

I'm...I'm...I'm just going to go to bed.

Night.

After this discussion with Rose yesterday, I decided I probably shouldn't be mad at Pete any longer, even if he did make me spend an entire night in a Torchwood holding cell. I went downstairs after putting Tony to bed, saw Pete trying to make himself comfortable on one of the sofas in the lounge, and my heart just broke. They might look pretty, ( Read more... )