for notquiteadoctor: Email.

Tuesday, September 19, 2007 0:01
To: Dr. Martha Jones (thedoctorisin@gmail.com)
From: Dr. John Smith (doc_who@unit.gov)
Subject: Hey!

Hi!

Um, I know you said I should wait for your phone call, I was just...making sure you're doing all right. You are doing all right, aren't you?

Just double-checking.

The Doctor

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Meta like whoa. for soundofmurder

Right, so. SYLAR.

Reinette, Mohinder and me.

Marry, shag, throw off a cliff?

I'd pick my answers carefully if I were you.

for herownromana

Right, now, that was an entirely unpleasant experience. He wrapped the bandage around his wrist and scowled. Dinosaurs. He never used to have this kind of trouble with dinosaurs in his third incarnation, why were they so prevalent and troublesome nowadays?

He checked the butterfly closure on the cut above his eyebrow. This was positively awful, and if he asked his companion for---

His eyebrows painfully knitted together as a strange distress symbol appeared on the console. Was that---no, no...had to have just been using a Gallifreyan channel.

Well, just finished up one adventure, no reason not to start up a new one.

He flipped the switch to the communicator.

"This is the Doctor speaking. How can I help you?"