[Sitting at her desk, with piles of ignored paperwork, focusing on a paper in front of her instead]

Right. So that's two Doctors that wear pinstripes [writes a note that says "great hair"], one in a leather jacket [Note that says "I still like the ears"], and one that wears a cricket outfit ["Celery!"]. Then there's one Master who looks an awful lot like Sam Tyler, and one that's becoming one with his feline friends.

....What else do I want to add? Oh! Jack's here! And there's Donna, she's traveling with him right now. And so is the Brigadier. Then there's his daughter, Jenny. Then there's the TARDIS. And Romana.....I think that's everyone.

[And now she's doodling doodles of the people next to their names]

[Appears lying on his back, his sword in the grass beside him as he looks up at the stars. He's a bit duskier than usual, although the darkness appears to be steaming off him in little increments. Getting out of battles does that to him.]


Is it just me, or are the stars brighter here?

[Cy is in Ammy's forest. And by 'in' I mean way the hell up in a tree, poised over the stream. And yes, she's still on a poetry kick.]

...but even on that last day, when the light of life departs,
the wretches are not completely purged of all the taints,
nor are they wholly freed of all the body's plagues.
Down deep they harden fast—they must, so long engrained
in the flesh—in strange, uncanny ways. And so the souls
are drilled in punishments, they must pay for their old offenses...

[She looks very unhappy about something, and paces back and forth on the branch while she recites.]