Well it's not quite the horrible blood and death curses I've been warned 'bout. Could be worse, yeah? I mean to put it all in perspective. S'what we've got a delete button for.

[She may feel different later.]


Private to The Doctor

Working late. Come pick me up when you get hungry. We'll have chips.

[Attached to the text message are a few files that Rose doesn't notice: 001 002 003 004 005 006]