Susan didn’t dream of Gallifrey anymore. Not really. She dreamt instead of a planet with twin suns and shining silver trees, a haven of peace in a universe filled with wildness and uncertainty. She dreamt of a glittering citadel and a population of laughing, happy individuals.

Gallifrey certainly wasn’t like that. It had never been peaceful. ( Read more... )

[An Extract from 'The Journal of Impossible Things'.]

( There was a new face in my dreams tonight. )

( “It’s up to you, my dear,” he said, softly. “I’ve lived out my life on Gallifrey. I’ve loved and I’ve lost and I’ve grown old. Your life is stretching out ahead of you. I can’t make your decisions for you anymore.” )

( Six lives that Susan Foreman never lived. )

They were sitting in a quiet little restaurant on the banks of the Seine, close enough to the city to hear the hustle and bustle, but not close enough to actually be a part of it. Susan had been surprised to learn that Paris was actually a very beautiful city when it wasn't caught up in a bloody revolution, but, then again, it was 1893. A quiet, ' ( Read more... )

( Ten Kisses )