6 ∞ after

[leathered]

[voice]

[ At first, there are just little domestic sounds -- someone wandering around the kitchen, open the fridge, shut the fridge. And then the Doctor begins to speak to himself. ]

So they've all gone home, our visitors, and left us here behind. Back to their worlds, back to their adventures, and we're left cooling our heels in this forgotten corner of the universe. Playing domestic for a bunch of bored madmen. Great. Always how I imagined life. Usually I'm liberating places like that.

[ A pause. ] And the milk's gone off. Tastes like sand. Oi, hold on, is my device recor--

[ Yes, Doctor, it was. ]

Comments

[leathered]

Are you policing my moods now?

[stopbleepingme]

Now; and then later for you; and always did for the other you. So, what? Getting twitchy, are you?

[leathered]

Who wouldn't be? Gets dull seeing the same places all the time.

[stopbleepingme]

You're a right commitophobe, you know. So-- go find some new places.

[leathered]

Commitophobe? Is it such a bad thing?

Think I've been over half the City by now. Any recommendations?

[stopbleepingme]

Yes. And a moper. I'm not a flipping tour guide, you know.

[leathered]

So you've just commented to complain, is that it? Donna's commentary, always full of value. [ Nine's responses, always full of sarcasm. ]

[stopbleepingme]

Oi! You're the one posting to the network moaning and whinging, mister! Don't you turn this around on me.

[leathered]

I wasn't intending to post. These little devices are fiddly. On purpose, I imagine. You didn't have to say a thing.

[stopbleepingme]

Ooh, timelord can't get his phone to work properly? Could help you with that, you know. Don't you have any pockets to keep it in?

[leathered]

Are you making fun of me, really? Should have expected low humor from one of the apes.