If anyone has a conversation with a woman named Cassandra... I'm sorry.

She's a bitch and I really wish she wasn't using my face.

[Locked to the Doctor] I'm sorry. I'm... I wish I could stop her and I wish I could be just me, but I can't. This is all I have, my only real connection to the world.

I miss you.

Doctor ( Read more... )

Well, another new city. Another chance for her to get a job and hold it down for all of a week.

Can I just continue to be baffled that I can tap into these things?

So, hello to all and sundry in Chicago. Don't mind the bitchy blonde Brit who just showed up - she's using my face, but she's not me. Please keep that in mind if you happen to run ( Read more... )

Somewhere, in some world that is not her own, a woman travels ( Read more... )