Should be nearing dawn soon. I miss the sun - any sun- one or two or three, it doesn't matter. Solid ground under my feet and atmosphere and a real sky. Something besides the snow and the stars and the churning vortex. People -Time Lords- have gone mad, flying it for too long in one go. Travel loses its lustre when the journey leads you no where. - Out of the infirmary. If I'm needed, those who know will know where to find me. [Private] The old girl's gone. Still got the screwdriver and... read more
