TARDIS Communication Network

I have grown tired, over the weeks that have passed, of having very little to do. I have watched the ravens whisper in the looking glass, but that can only keep a man like me entertained for so long. And while I have seen quite a number of people, there seems to very little life in most of them. And what good are we if our spirits are not high? We are nothing but walking shells, a body without true life.

My determination to bring some form of life to this ship has taken form at last, and after my weeks of labour, I have created something new. A place of rest and relaxation. A house of warmth and pleasure. Most are welcome to come and visit, but I cannot allow children. I do apologise, but the sorts of places I tend to own are not places best explored by the young and the innocent.

I am however looking for anyone who might want to work for me. I am sure I can offer payment of some sort for your time and efforts. You are welcome to leave me a message if you are interested.

With thanks,

Lord Petyr Baelish.

When I am well enough I want to train again. Is there any one on this ship who has mastered Kendo? Is there anyone who has even done Kendo before? I don't want my training to fall by the wayside. I have to continue so that when I do return, I can make sure my friends stay safe. Please.

[A note slid under Zanta's door not long after this.]

( Forgive me... )

[shouting]

IDIOT! Where are you? What have you done?

Zeetha! Boy! Where is he?

I will rip his spleen out with my teeth!