I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.
-M. C. Escher

She is restless. He notices, of course, but he is far too polite to pry past asking if she wishes to speak about anything; she promises that she is fine and has nothing to talk about.

He wonders if she truly thinks that he believes her promises of I’m all right and that he is ( Read more... )

“A holiday?” Nyssa lifted a dubious eyebrow at her friend as she leaned on the console, wondering if she had heard him correctly.

“A holiday.” The Doctor confirmed, positively beaming. “I thought with all that has been going on that we could most certainly use the break.”

The Trakenite laughed, quietly and without much amusement. All that has ( Read more... )