Mince Pies and Other Things

[clone_doctor]

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

Comments

[elenopa]

On your own?

I dread to think what Donna's going to say when you tell her. Although, she will probably support you. It's hard to tell with Donna.

Good luck. I don't need to say make sure Sam is safe.

I suppose we'll hear from you if you get back safely.

[tempusdominus10]

Good job on, Mister Spiffy. I appreciate your candor with us on the eve of this most interesting and brilliant discovery!

NOw then... Allons-y, yes? What's the plan?

[tempusdominus10]

Oh yeah, and you're completely and utterly adorable, especially the thought of you and Sam together there on the fake cheese scented rug.

Delightful Donna! Were the Mince Pies good?

[ladyfox7oaks]

You, above ALL others, should know not to say anything is "Impossible"... :D
Will you be able to contact us once you cross the Void? or are we going to have to hope for the best until you get back?