TARDIS Communication Network

Doctor.. what the hell is going on exactly?

Huh.I gotta admit it, there is a lot of interesting stuff here.And lots of people to fuck with, this should prove to be fun for a whileEnough to interest me and that takes a lot, considering.

Claire?

Peter?

Are you two around?

Are the Time Lords mucking about again? Oh, just look what they've done to my TARDIS!

HARKNESS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY TARDIS? I can't believe you!

I'm so tired, enegry pulling at me.

What happened to my bed? It was much more comfortable!

Max, Josh... If this is a prank, it's not funny. 

Not laughing. At all.

Sexy, come to my control room.

It would be great if all the people "working on" this would get their shit together, I don't want to be here anymore.

[Private to the Doctors (All of Them)]

Don't tell Rose or Donna or, well, anyone, really, but I think something's gone a bit wrong. Suppose it only makes sense. Donna didn't get out of the metacrisis without a bit of trouble herself. Not supposed to happen, am I? Not really the same as when a human and a Time Lord get together and have kids. There's a whole different element involved in making me. All sorts of timelines converging and Donna's DNA and mine--his?--and the regeneration energy and really, who grows a person out of spare hand and gets it right? Hmm?

I'm rambling, aren't I? Can't seem to help it. It's what I do when I don't want to think about something too much. But you know that. Or you will, seeing as you're all me. Should probably just shut it and let one of you have a look at me, see if you can sort out where the wires got crossed or whatever it is that's been giving me these headaches. Afraid I don't trust myself to do it. Well, I do, just ... not this me. You me's. Ought to be at least one of you as can stop shouting long enough to do me a bit of a favor, yeah?

Where have you put my chair? You must remember it. The comfortable one we used to keep only a short distance away from the console. We would sit there and read and drink our tea.

Space. We're really in space. Dad would've loved this...