Starting to think it might be easier to just never get outta bed again.

[Text to Shepard]

Are you normal again?

Remind me never to give any of you guys starmen or anything ever. You people are terrible on power-ups!

Nobody even kidnapped a princess. I'm not sure red-glasses guy counts.

Wow, what a time to lay low. When your brother's flying and the guy with magnetic powers is destroying visiting centers, you know you don't wanna be involved. Hell, that isn't even any fun, and look at what happened: we're still here. Glad to know I still take lessons from myself well. I considered lodging a bullet in his brain, but I realized I didn't have the right ammo. Look at me, not wasting hardware.

Oh, look, I'm doing evil in public again. Look, the important part is that I didn't do it, right? Then again, aside from my brother, the only other guy who'd care is ... oh, right. Too bad. Unless this island has worked out some temporary turn arounds on this stuff. It wouldn't be the first time I saw something like that. (You know, aside from the obvious. If you know the obvious, that is.)

But I'm gonna give you all some food for thought. Since I'm sure you are all stuck going, "Shit, I can't believe New Moore did that to me," pause for a second. That wasn't something done to you. You kids went ahead and made a mess of this place in a way that was impressive. I mean it, downright impressive. What it tells me is that all you need is a couple inches and you take a mile and you don't even take the mile that well. Then again, here's another thought.

What if that was the point?

Give the inches, take a mile, screw up so badly that they can't help but make the cuffs that much tighter.

We'll just hope I'm wrong.

( private to Jack Harkness )

[The Doctor is sitting on the chair next to the TARDIS control console, bouncing a rubber ball against the floor and catching it again and again. He glances sideways at the camera, making a noise between his lips and his teeth.]

It's hard to know what to say, isn't it? After something like that. A lot of people hurt, or scared. A lot of people out of work because the buildings they work in were wrecked. Even school's down to half-days while they repair the damage.

But I can tell you this. Whatever kind of trouble we go through, we can all go on. Every last one of you. You are all -- we are all -- amazing people. Trolls, humans, Time Lords, assorted other species... we're resilient. Got depth nobody can guess at, not even ourselves. I've seen you all do it before, and it has been... incredible. A privilege, really.

And I think, right now, that might be what you all need to hear. We're going to make it. We're going to make it because you are all so strong, so astounding... such brilliant people.

I might not always be happy to be here, but I'm always proud to be one of you.


[The camera shuts off. Then, after a moment, it turns on again, with him crouching in front of it, squinting into the lens.]

And because of that, by the way. When the school does go back to a full day and my classes start again. Because you are such fantastic people... all the homework I assigned for Monday is still going to be due.

Gwen didn't check in. She hasn't been to the station, either.



She left.

I'm sorry. I know that's not enough. I'm gonna keep my distance. Suicide's still against my programming, but if anybody wants to give me a good push into the volcano, I'm all for it. I can think of a couple people who have more than enough reason to.

Nathan, I know what you're gonna say there and thanks, but just let it go. It's never gonna be okay and I'm just gonna have to figure out how to deal with it.

Lydia, if you never want to see me again, I get it. Gonna probably drop out of classes anyway, so you don't have to worry about seeing me there.

Jack is back. I don't know if you saw.

Where are you, Annwyl?  Come to us. We'll keep you safe.

You mortals are so strange to me.
Why is it you become guilty when you do things beyond your control?
It isn't as if you asked to become mutated, gain powers, lose powers and so on.
So why do you get so upset at the end of these little incursions, when you could not control what happened to you during those incursions?
It baffles me.
If you still feel guilty, then allow me to absolve you.
You are not guilty for things you do when you are not in your right mind.
Frankly, I thought that was obvious. If it wasn't, then it is now.
Crying about it is a waste of your time, even in a prison where you are given an unknown amount of time that seems to stretch on toward "infinity".
Happy?

[ooc: trying something a little different because scratch's highlighting quirk is annoying. replies come in white text, but if you don't want that just let me know somehow (putting a note in the subject header for example). if you pick the latter, just assume the reply is in white ICly.]