One Hundred Seventy-Five
[weeeeeeell, it looks like his attempts to change the Master's mind actually /didn't/ work... because at some point during his morning tea, Ten's ability to speak disappeared.
... And, as we'll discover, ability to write, as well. Have some scribbles.]
[frustrated noise before the journal is stabbed with the pen, leading to... er, a splotch of gooey blue ink.]
... And, as we'll discover, ability to write, as well. Have some scribbles.]
[frustrated noise before the journal is stabbed with the pen, leading to... er, a splotch of gooey blue ink.]