PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Anybody feel up for a cliche kidnapping of a small child? I'll bring cookies!

So it would seem rumours of our demise were greatly exaggerated, yes?

Oh dear Rassilon I'm accidentally quoting humans already!

It's better now. The constant drumming. My poor Master. Nobody understood how alone it made him. Now he's not alone. He has me. He needs me. My Master was right. I just needed time to adjust. It's a nice rhythm...reminiscent of Ravel's Boléro. Really quite soothing if I don't dwell on it too much. Something in the background too keep it from getting too quiet.

It's hard to remember what life was like before my Master. I think it's better that way. I'm where I'm supposed to be now. I'm where I'm needed.