Portland Net

The three of us should go and do something fun.

I'm sorry for all the hurt I've caused you all. I'm sorry I can't be The Doctor you all want me to be, but there just isn't enough of me to be everyone all at once.

Which means all I can be, right now, is me. Accept that or don't, it's your choice. I'd obviously love it if you want to be with this Doctor, but Portland has changed me immeasurably and I can't live up to all your expectations.

So, I have decided to move out. Clara's coming with me and you're all incredibly welcome to visit us and the TARDIS any time you'd like. I think it's for the best, but I love you all.

Now that everyone's done with the freak-out can we all just say skin is skin, and we move on with living life? I promise to put down towels wherever I sit, and occasionally cover up, so long as everyone else does.

...no this isn't right. Not at all. I can understand being pulled out of a vortex, but not a wormhole. Of course we don't really know how this bloody thing works, but this isn't my mum's, and this isn't Germany. And right now we don't have the technology to do much with holograms other than celebrities making appearances on the telly. So the idea of there being a holographic doctor that actually can give an accurate prognosis?

If I am in that other reality - the one with the zeppelins... No. I haven't seen any zeppelins and I apparently have a room in a house-

I don't know exactly what's happened. But apparently I can't get out of here the way I got in. It isn't working. And I need to get to my destination. This flight was not supposed to have a layover!

Alright Martha... Think it through. Indigo isn't working. You have the key but it's useless without the other three and the command computer. Figure out where you are, specifically. See if HQ can send someone in... The General is going to be very disappointed in the-

Wait... is that the Sun?

I'm keeping the range open for now as long as no one needs anything too complicated or that requires much discretion. I don't think I'm going to have much patience for the people who treat me like I'm stupid though. Normally Jack backs me up.

This place is completely mad, but I think I'm finally feeling a bit more at home here. And I'm pretty sure I have at least most of my memory back, not that I'd know if I didn't remember things, would I? Oi.

Doctor? You and me, a sit-down soon, if you please.

Jenny? A hug. Right away.

Rose? Tea and girl chat. As soon as humanly possible.

Oh, bloody hell. I want to get to know everyone.

The funny thing about time travel is that it's my birthday in a week but I'm still only six months old. What's more important, the date or your age? I suppose it's not like I can cheat by skipping ahead every night and only ever having birthdays.

A young man told me I should contact you about the possibility of a job, so I figured I'd see if I could get hold of you on this crazy network thing.

Oi. Just oi. That Holly reminds me of someone, but I can't quite put my finger on who.

I'm Donna. I'm just a temp, but I can type over 100 words a minute, so if you know anyone looking for a good secretary, point them my direction.