I'm sure you know how this works. If you don't, I'm very sorry for you.

Anon on, logging off, screened.

I'll thank you kindly to leave valid critique; useless mudslinging and blind praise are unnecessary.

The Doctor hums to himself, something tuneless and aimless, as he moves mechanically around the console. Sometimes his hum coincides with the old girl's melody, and sometimes it sounds merely like a deflecting sort of white noise. He doesn't pay attention either way, working instead to keep his mind away from those aching words: "the girl who ( Read more... )