This madness - and it is madness, believe me - continues.
The Master is pregnant. I have seen him, and it is true. And he is human. I'm not sure how it could be possible - there are ways to hide, of course, we all know that, but they all involve losing a part of yourself and who you are. The Master remembers who he is, utterly.
doesn't is distant, and I don't really know what to do. Maybe I left her for too long. I thought time wouldn't matter, but that might be a Time Lord way of looking at the universe. I think she's scared.
Mickey needed rescuing from some building or other, where he was imprisoned by walking mannequins. Living plastic, again! I thought it had been destroyed all those months ago, but nothing stays dead around here. (Especially not me.)
And I have become distracted. A Dalek started a fire in London recently, and at the time I was slumped in front of the television, half-asleep. I think there is some kind of mesmerising power in it, something that sends me to sleep during 'Deal or No Deal'. I know it is connected with whatever has brought all of my enemies and friends together after so long - like a bizarre museum exhibit, like a history of my many lives.
It doesn't matter now, anyway, as a large man in a small suit came and took the television away. He also took the kettle, the toaster, the hookah (that was a hard one to let go, let me tell you), some hair straighteners and CDs and music equipment and a laptop and possibly a video camera? It was quite a lot, actually, and I had to help him carry it to the van. He said I was very nice and he was awfully sorry but something about a videogame company and repossessing my flat. I told him it wasn't my flat, and he said they all said that. Er. Sorry, Rose.
Without the TV and the hookah, I feel my head clearing. (I'm also getting a weird itch everywhere, but I'm sure that'll go away.) I need to sort this out. I'm going to the scene of the fire, to see if I can pick up any clues.