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Oct. 30th, 2008

Extract from the diary of Professor Bernice Summerfield

And yes, I suppose things could be worse. I’m loathe to admit this, even to you, dear diary, but this island isn’t actually all that bad. I’m doing my level best to drink and shag my way through the entire attractive and available adult population, so really not all that much change from the real world there. Just a lot less abject terror and running for my life. Not a bad holiday, really. Even the rain storms turned out to be rather enjoyable. (note: I still haven’t decided if it was worth all the misery and snot, though I’m leaning toward “yes”.) I still have absolutely no idea what I am going to do with myself once the novelty wears off, but so far I haven’t gotten too bored. Trust me, you’ll be the first to know when that changes.

Oh, and I almost forgot the best news of all. The Doctor and I finally managed to hash things out at the last party. I don’t remember all of what was said (no surprise there) but I think we left it pretty well sorted. At least I can safely say I won’t be avoiding him any more. And while I don’t think this incarnation is anywhere near as shaggable as the last one I met, at least he can hold his drink this time. Which is rather brilliant, actually. He is a bit more moody than he used to be, but that might be a natural reaction to having his wings clipped, it’s hard to say. I think I’m going to ask him if I might get a look at the TARDIS soon. I’m a bit apprehensive about it, to be honest. I’m not sure how I’ll react seeing her in her current state, but still…I miss her rather more than I thought I would.

I also miss Wolsey something fierce. That stupid cat. Goddess, I hope he’s alright.

Extract ends.



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Bernice Summerfield

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