Have faith, with a dashing hero like me on the case, how can we fail?

What I wouldn't give for the right kind of Doctor right now.

Ugh. The absolute last thing I want to do is finish out 2008. Which leads into 2009.

I'll take a pass, thanks. I'm getting tired of crossing my own timelines. It gets old.

... What the hell?

This doesn't look like a damned transport ship. Dammit, Doctor. Last time you 'fixed' my wrist strap, I think you screwed something else up instead.

What. The. Hell.

First and foremost. Where and when am I?

( Relax. He's a fifty-first century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to 'dancing'. || How flexible? || Well, by his time, you lot are spread out across half the galaxy. || Meaning? || So many species, so little time. )