[sound of him tapping a pen in a one-two-three-four beat; dictated]
( Filtered to One/Two )If I weren't already mad, this place would have driven me to it. Stagnation; constant stagnation and being trapped in one location constantly. Travelling around this planet does absolutely nothing to quell the urge to get out of here.
Yet, I ruefully acknowledge that I am trapped - but this acceptance does absolutely nothing for the fact that I
want out. Then again, certain individuals, like my dear Doctors, and the lovely Miss Tyler, have been trapped here some few months - making my presense almost paling in comparison.
Others? Certainly, some have been here longer, but I truthfully care little for their account. My focus is upon myself, the Doctors, and their companion, currently. This place provides little stimulus otherwise.
( Filtered to Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, and Miss Tyler )I suppose I shall simply have to take up a hobby.