Doctor, Ianto seems to think it would be best if I traveled with you for awhile, so I can heal away from where the Master can reach me. Would you mind?
Jack, Owen, and Tosh, I'd like to speak with each of you privately before I go, if I do. <3
Ignore my previous post. Luke is healing, finally. Everyone, be on guard; the Master is back, if you didn't already know, and crazier than ever, it seems. Be careful.
Owen, Tosh, and Mickey, I want you to get some rest. Captain's orders. ;)
I need help from anyone who knows anything about medicine, scientific or magical. Like Tosh said, we don't know what to do for Luke...nobody knows what's causing the symptoms, but they're bad, and he needs help as soon as possible. Thank you.
I thought the first three verses of Emerson's "Give All to Love" poem were rather fitting for the moment, and probably not just for me, so I've decided to share them here.