For weeks myself and Donna have been jumping through holes in time and space, looking for that one reality out of millions, trying to find that one needle in that stack of, well, needles ( Read more... )

It seems like such a long time ago, when I, or another I in another body, stood on the bridge at Platform Five, and looked over an Earth that had been totally destroyed by reality TV. It was horrifying to see, something that still gives me nightmares today, to think it was a world I had created. Billions of humans sat in front of their ( Read more... )

My word, what a huge waste of time! With a baby strapped to my front (Donna refused to stay behind with him and miss the adventure, and I could hardly leave him by himself) and a rucksack full of electrical gizmo's on my back (Donna refused to carry these as they were heavy and I am a big manly man), we stepped into the breach ( Read more... )

It was after I had eaten almost an entire batch of Donna's Test Run Christmas Mince Pies, and lay stretched out on the bristly carpet that smelled oddly like old fake cheese, with Sam balanced sleeping soundly on my bloated tummy, that it came to me. There was no real reason why, no explanation, no queue from the passing Donna who rushed around ( Read more... )

Since hearing about the meeting on the beech I have found myself in a bit of a slump. Something is very wrong in the other universe it seems, and Rose has gone, or been taken. Each day I sit here and think the worst, trying to solve the puzzle. Could the Daleks be back? Has the Doctor finally gone insane? Maybe it's something new, something worse? ( Read more... )

Obviously, my initial instinct was to give chase, break all of time and space and try and get Rose back (that is if she hadn't already when crossing over to the otherDoctor). Surely she wouldn't just leave me! She must have been possessed by some evil cloud alien, or abducted or or ( Read more... )

At first everything was going to plan. We had successfully set up the device on the beech and sent a message. Myself and Donna set up a tent and basic camp site nearby to wait patiently for a return message. During the day Rose waited with us keeping morale high with cuddles and stories. Sometimes she would trudge back and forth to a near by cafe ( Read more... )

Opening up to Rose is easy. This is perhaps something I should have caught on to earlier in our relationship. Though this was not particularly personal or painful story, keeping things close to the chest is habit for me, as I never wish to burden her mind with the intricate problems or doubts I may have. Juggling the baby and her work, life at home ( Read more... )

I'm cold, I'm wet, it's hailing, and oh yes, I'm in Norway ( Read more... )

"OF COUSRE." I yelled as Donna retold her story to me, this morning over breakfast. Then I paused, "I mean, what ( Read more... )