[Enter Jenny, wearing pink pajamas and fluffy bunny slippers]

Who knew that people in underwater cities wore bunny slippers? I didn't even think they knew what bunnies looked like?

...that would explain the color of them, though, I guess. I've never seen a purple one before.

I like it, though, underwater. No bats.

[The Master is looking very late-1920's with his clothing choices, leaning back in a nice chair and enjoy proper tea and scones. He is Pleased]

T.S. Eliot, despite any dubious literary achievements he may hold to his name, is, in fact, painfully pretentious and self-obsessed. As I said he would be.

So, just so everyone knows: Master - [holds up two fingers with right hand] 2. Doctor - [makes a great big zero with the left hand] nil.

[guess who just showed up on the Plane with about half a kitchen, wearing an adorable little apron and with flour all over her hair and such? there's several bowls out on the counter, most of them full with batter, though there's batter on the countertop, too, as well as more flour. and Suiseiseki does not look happy]

That stupid strawberry! She always ruins everything, desu! Now how am I going to finish making these scones for everyone? [hmphs] Half my ingredients are ruined, desu!

[Lucy appears on the Plane, a suitcase in hand and dressed for colder weather, though she pulls off her gloves and jacket the moment she catches her breath, glancing around]

I knew this would happen. I knew they couldn't keep me hidden away, not forever, and now they know it, too. Not that it matters, of course. They won't let me stay, won't let me back into the world. No, not his precious Martha Jones, or those fools at UNIT. They have to hide me away, pretend I don't exist, just like everyone else. What good is Lucy Saxon, after all? Just a broken little doll, lost and in need of 'repair.'

[frowns and sinks to the ground, staring at her bags]

He's wrong. They're all wrong. Miss Jones, the Doctor, that horrible psychiatrist. I don't need them, I don't need any of them.