It’s come to my attention that I really have no idea what I’m doing here. Not ‘here’ as in this place — although, yes, that as well — I mean here at this present moment in time.

Specifically here.
This moment.
Right now.

What I am doing right now, in this moment, specifically here — is attempting to plan a wedding. A blue wedding — it has to be blue, no exceptions — but so far all these books are lacking with blueativity. That is, blue creativity. The only things I’ve managed to find are traditional things that are needed, something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.

Well I already have something borrowed, that would be the groom — although I’m not sure if I would call it borrowed or stolen, either way my Thief will do.

The something blue would be the wedding itself, blue. Blue I tell you, no exceptions!

Something old might as well be myself, I am more than ‘over the hill’ in age as the human saying goes…

Something new, though… Would the experience count as new? …Bah!

Does anyone know how to plan a wedding? I would ask my Thief, but I’m sure he doesn’t have a clue.
Suggestions would be appreciated, yes. Thank you!

[his voice is quiet, his tone still, but despite this, the anger is quite obvious by the way his words tremble slightly. He takes a deep, slightly shuddering breath before he speaks]

I assume that most of you have seen the new information that's come to light. I'm not sure when this started, or exactly why this started, but one thing is inescapably clear: this all needs to stop. All of this. The experiments, the disappearances, the arrests. All of it. And we need to stop it ourselves. I'm sure some of you already know what I'm going to suggest, and some of you might already be ready to suggest it yourselves. Maybe some of you did, before I got here.

We need to stand together. We need to be strong enough and brave enough to weather the storm that's ahead of us. The longer we stand idle, the longer this goes on, and the more people get hurt - and I, for one, am not willing to let this slide. We have to gather together, and I think you all know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm angry. I've never done that before, not as this me. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do now, or what's going to happen. [a shaky laugh emerges]

Anyway, who's with me? We can have meetings and get into group hugs and everything. [despite the lightness of his words, it's clear he's deadly serious about gathering an army, even though he - barely - refrains from saying it]

Oi.

Anyone out there know the whereabouts of a Rory Williams? A minute ago, he was here, and I turned around and he was gone.

[Private to the Doctors]

Space...man? Men?  Anyway, He's not with you is he?

[A very chatty, and energetic voice is heard over the journals, a slightly annoyed tone added to it.]

What could possibly be the point of making me do all this again? I wasn't even gone that long! Just a few minutes at most.

Really. I just don't get it. I wasn't even given enough time to do anything, and now I'm stuck back at the gate.

[She suddenly sighs as if relieved to have found something.]

Well, atleast I haven't lost anything.