To-day's Temporal Mechanics class has the tall, pinstriped, fluffy-haired stickfigure at the front of the room. As soon as everyone's in and seated, he favours the lot of you with a grin. "Right. Everyone sitting comfortably? Let's get to it."

( Bit of lecture and a demo! )

There is an office cluttered with books and papers and various incomprehensible objects just there, near the Temporal Mechanics classroom. Books piled on every available horizontal surface and some that aren't. Papers wedged in folders, piled in only slightly less-than-messy stacks, standing in dividers, pinned to corkboards, stuck to windows, ( Read more... )

Sure time has no meaning. Especially in the Nexus and especially for a Time Lord or ten. Well, scratch that. Time has no meaning and it has all the meaning in the Universe. Safer to say that it's all relative ( Read more... )

Once everyone's in the room, the Doctor has a seat on the desk. No, not behind the desk, on it. His legs are so long that his maroon converses almost reach the floor anyway ( Read more... )