Good-bye, strange flat! Hello, TARDIS! Yes, I think that will suffice for now. Got to get settled and all.

All those people disappearing, though... maybe it's for the best. They could be going back to where they're from.

STOP. TRYING. TO DESTROY. THE CITY.

There's a bloody labyrinth in the park, and now someone's discussing blowing up buses! I swear, do people come up with this sort of thing because they're bored!? That's it, isn't it? We all get so bored we can't bear it, so we have to start trouble just to keep ourselves entertained.

Has anyone ever stopped to think maybe that's why we're here? Something got bored and pulled is over? Or not, but that's not the point! What, is that everyone's plan? Blow things up until whatever it is gets so cross it can't stand us and sends us all home?

If it is, it's a stupid plan, and we can come up with something better!

Do you know what I wonder? If my family knows I'm gone or not. If this is some alternate timeline, then isn't it possible that when we get to the end of it all and get back home, no time at all might have passed? I mean, it is possible, I did it once, but still.

I bet Gramps is looking for a blue box among the stars. Poor Gramps. I'm sorry to disappoint you again.

I wound up investing in that proper umbrella after all. I'm quite pleased with it! It's purple. Nice, dark purple.

Walking in the rain is nonetheless tiring, though. We could do with a little sunlight. And warmth.

( private )

Right. Next time this place goes backwards or otherwise crazy, I don't think I'll go the route of vodka to try and solve it. Seems to make things worse. It would figure that this place would even take that away.

I'm feeling celebratory! Would anyone like to join me for some celebratory snacking on the town? Martha, we could do coffee again, my treat! David, how about a French vanilla something-or-other on me? Jenny, I think you'd love raspberry strudels! And how does a slice of banana cream pie sound to you, Doctor? And I suppose I should provide you with a little vodka in return for what you shared with me, Mulder? And I think Ein might like a treat or two.

And if this weather keeps up, I should probably invest in a proper umbrella. So much to think of!

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I have got to get a job. Can you believe it? Over twenty years temping, then a year and a half of searches and adventures, and now I'm heading right back to temping. Story of my life.

Suppose it could be worse. Soon as I get my first wages, I'll treat you to lunch or something in return, Martha and David.

All right. Wanted ads, here I come.

DOCTOR! Bloody journal rubbish. What sort of technology is this? Why's it not a communication screen I can yell at you properly through? WHAT IS THIS? What did you do? Where are we? London? This is not London. Certainly not Chiswick. What did you DO? Did you want to take a little holiday after saving the world? You could have TOLD me! You could have picked a better place to GO! This... fake London -- what sort of brilliant idea WAS this?

And where ARE you??? I can go on and on and on at this, I'll have you remember. Best temp in Chiswick, one hundred words a minute, and trust me, I will go on and on at this until you TELL ME WHERE WE ARE! Because the truth is, I'm sort of scared that we're someplace new and you're not around. I mean, I've almost died the times we were separated, and I'm half expecting an ancient cult to come bursting through my door and try to stab me in the heart! Oh, please be here! ... anyone. Oh, God, this isn't like CAL, is it? Oh, no, not -- I mean, if I can find Lee, then maybe, but -- no, no, that was all fake...

Seriously, though. What is this place? Suppose it could be worse, but... still. This isn't normal, is it? Even for you. God, you'd better be out there, Doctor, because if a whole world of people winds up thinking I'm loony, I will-- I don't know what. But I'll think of something!

No, seriously, please be there. This...I turned left. I know I did. So you have to be here. You have to.

( personality and history )