Oh now really, you! You-you- oh, I remember when I thought that jumper was the bee's knees. [Indulgent smile is indulgent. Ah, to be young again.]

Toast is a marvelous invention for a sour stomach, mate, maybe with a bit of lemon curd...

My jumper is the bee's knees! Eddie thinks so and Eddie's is the only opinion that matters.

[Makes a face at his styro-food.] I'll have to make due with this until the kitchens open, I- Toast and lemon curd?

Eddie? Eddie. Hm. Well I'm afraid I've got to question Eddie's taste. Although one does wonder what happened to the thing, they must've chucked it after the... We-ell, nevermind!

[Frowny!face turns BRILLIANT SMILE, the sort that's generally followed by the "ping" of a triangle.]

Toast and lemon curd! The former piping hot and the latter still chilled from the fridge, just a thin smear all nice and delectable. Not too harsh on the palate, see.

Might I ask what you were starving yourself for? And this blackout, what blackout? Where are you?

You're a bit late, ya are.

Am I? [Squinty]

Wee!Pond, is that...? I assure you, I'm never late. Hardly, that is.


What I meant to say is occasionally yes, I can be in the state of being what most people (and I use that term loosely as I know for certain the Draxtani vehemently loathe being referred to as "people" in any form or fashion) might refer to as "late", but by temporal logistics I am not quite "late" because it's terribly subjective and moreso, to the point...




[Frownyface. A sigh.]

Yes. Yes, I am a bit late. And I never meant to be, Amelia, but I was and I am very sorry.

Ya should have some bacon. My Aunt Sharon swears by bacon for a hangover.

[Oh! Little girl! Big grin.] I'm afraid I'm not altogether fond of pork, but I'll recall your advice.

Who might you be?

I'm Amelia Pond. Who're you?

I think you'll find this has happened before here. People turned up out of nowhere.

I'm told you're a Doctor.

I am! Swing? What are you doing here? [Written post means that he doesn't know that Swing is still gone.]

I'm not. Either the Rani's done something really odd, or the Barge has.

[There's some kind of clanking noise in the background, and then, from off-camera:]

Rassilon's beard, this is something that ought to happen to his TARDIS, not mine.

[This is said over his shoulder, but totally audible,]

It...wouldappear, Rani, that... it'snothing to...dowith us. Asusual, the... Barge is...beingridiculous.

Have you tried Pemmican?

Nope, but I've been offered it. I'm sure I could ask the old girl to churn something up for me in a fit of desperation before the kitchens open.

Add water, fills you up completely. Swear by it.

Professor!

...Ace?!

[OMG Ace he's missed her so much. His hearts give an extra little skip and... he hugs his journal. So mature. Screen full of question marks.]

Is that styrofoam?

It's a Gallifreyan food generator cube. So yes. [frowns at it] With vitamins. [La dee dah tone.]

Try holding your breath. And not talking with your mouth full. [Congratulations, Doctor, you've gotten a schoolboy disgusted at your manners.]

I forgot what it was like to have prim companions. Turlough!? You too?! [Happy even when you're being a bitch, Turlough.]

Greetings, Doctor. How gratifying it is to see you in a state of discomfort.

You! What are you doing here?