TARDIS Communication Network

A blond girl was injured. I think she might have really hit her head. And she's unconscious.

Her clothes from the 30s, if that's any indication on who she is. Someone come and claim her.

The only person allowed to hurt Mark is me. You really shouldn't have done that.

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I've been in this machine for far too long. A woman needs to get out and do things. Get married. Become a widow. Steal a pony.

This is ridiculous.

It's probably more than time for me to become a little more social here. I know I have spoken to some people, but not nearly enough.

And for those I haven't met, hello. I'm Mark North. I've been here for several months, mostly keeping to myself. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

This is certainly different.

How did I get here? Have I been drugged?

It was very considerate of my captors to leave me with a handy communications device. Not something you'd normally expect, is it? Though, of course, there's no knowing if anyone will actually see this. That would be a very cruel form of torture: giving prisoners iPads with no wifi access.