[[ooc: Backdated to September 19, because I forgot to do this...]]

Two years. [Pen taps.]

It is strange; it does not seem that long a time, looking back at it now.

( You will obey all Dalek commands instantly! )

This place that the Wilderness has turned into. It is Gallifrey.

I shall remain here for some little time. Should you need to find me, I am in some caves within sight of the city, but not walking distance of it.

00, Composer--Aven is with me.

-Fred

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

I suppose it is [pen taps] somewhat appropriate that my birthday be marked by a resurgence in these troublesome things; I did manage to evade being struck by rubber balls today, though it was a near thing once or twice.

Thank you for the cake, Composer, it was quite good.

-Fred

( Read more... )

To anyone who remembers Storm, I am not he. Why this place saw fit to place me in his body, I shall never know.

...however, I do rather like the jacket.

-Fred