[Locked to Casa residents (yes, Doctor, even you)]

[weallendupalone]

[backdated to Sunday evening]

oh my god.

No one's answering the phone. Where ARE you guys? I thought I saw Devon on the telly but it was so fast and there was blood and a dinosaur and all sorts of screaming.

Mum? Are you all right?

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[thatsortofaman]

Sorry! Hello! Ah... You should probably, um. Wait until you get to your home before someone tells you what happened. Long story short, Chicago is being its charming self again. I'm not there, right now - might be that they're all a little distracted and not picking up the phone.

Tell you what. You have that sonic screwdriver with you? Bit outdated, but it'll do. Dial the number, wait until the third ring, just before the voicemail picks up, then turn the screwdriver up to eleven and put it against the mouthpiece of the phone you're using. Should get their attention.

[weallendupalone]

...yeah. Look, just tell me if Martha's all right - I'm sure if there's something happening, you're with her. I can wait for everything else. And all of you BE CAREFUL.

[thatsortofaman]

Oh! Yes, Martha's fine. And Des, and Donna.

[weallendupalone]

All right.

...the kids are okay?