ϟ FISSURES COMMUNICATIONS ϟ

I'm starting to get the feeling that the Doctor isn't going to pop up any time soon. It's just been a while, you know?

[...]

Or maybe I just need some ice cream. Yeah, that's a good idea. Ice cream.

[ written around two a.m. ]

We've got vamps in not-LA.

At least, I'm assuming that's new information to the rest of you who haven't been here long, since I figure, if people knew there were fucking fanged dangers lurking in the night, they'd have shared that information.

[Swirly scribbles at the start of the entry as Amy was testing the pen]

Does this thing work? [...] Other people can read this, yeah? Alright then. My name is Amy Pond, and I am looking for a couple of boys who need to explain this right now, okay.

Firstly, a man in a bowtie and a tweed jacket. Brown hair, alien, 900-something years old. Calls himself the Doctor. Don’t listen to him, he’s not actually a doctor. Secondly, a man named Rory Williams, possibly dressed as a Roman soldier, brown hair, plastic. They may be accompanied by a blue telephone box. If seen, tell them Amy is looking for them. And will kick their backsides if they think they can just leave me here all by myself

Please and thanks, [...] book people!