Ian sat in the garden surrounded by big encyclopaedias. He was supposed to be looking up everything that might be relevant to their current situation but he kept getting distracted. It wasn't the location that was a problem - he'd removed himself from the library on Susan's TARDIS to prevent himself from looking at other books. No, the problem was ( Read more... )

It's early morning in the house on Bannerman Road. In the living room, there is a young man stretched out on the couch in his undershirt and trousers, dead to the world aside from the occasional mutter in his sleep. On the coffee table nearby, a communicator is sitting silently with a light blinking on the front panel ( Read more... )

C'rizz let himself into the console room, privately glad that he'd got the right one despite all the new, identical-as-ever arrivals. There was no obvious sign of life, but she could always be tucked away somewhere under the console trying to get her ship working again, and so C'rizz walked the long way around the room, going over in his head what ( Read more... )

The Doctor hated everything ( Read more... )

Maria Jackson went to bed last night feeling more content than she had in a while. Her mother's most recent visit had been free of acrimony, and her father had been spared any unnecessary stress. In fact, it had been rather pleasant, which was unexpected. And then, the dinner her father had cooked last night for Sarah Jane and Luke had been ( Read more... )

What happened?

Ian?

C'rizz?

Grandfather?