Date:	2009-02-25 14:10
Subject:	[Voice, open to all] Doctor's Note to this world's protectors
Security:	Public
Mood:	determined

The situation we're all observing - the apparent healing, coma, catatonia, or brokenness of all individuals who are or ever have been mentally-unstable - is not what you believe it is.

It is all due to the kidnapping of one creature you've all seen. One of the many who've appeared here recently, but the only one to appear in the middle of an insane asylum. You saw her as a young 'girl' wandering throughout the Wayne Tower party. Her dress or hair may have appeared strange to you, or you may have given her no thought. But think on her now, because nothing will change until or unless she is freed.

You may believe the world vastly improved this way, with prisoners giving no trouble, a quiet city even in blackout, and your friends for the most part resting comfortably. But pay attention to the things that are wrong among your friends, the things that still feel a wee bit off inside some of you. Think on that girl who's done nothing wrong and does not deserve whatever treatment she's receiving. Think on those things, and you'll understand why I'm going to free her.

And make no mistake, I am going to free her. I can only hope you'll help, rather than hinder me.

Date:	2009-02-23 12:57
Subject:	TARDIS log #too many to count, plus 7
Security:	Public
Mood:	determined

[Recorded via video onto the main-console screen. The Doctor stands before it, quite obviously both rumpled and irritated.]

All right, girl, you've stumped me. I rewired the primary route-mapping overrides, then the secondary and tertiary overrides. I tested the kinks in the quantum drives to make sure they were still kinky, and re-straightened the strait-line temporal node. I even made a visit to the level ten manual-control box, for all the good it did me as you converted that into a wine-cellar at some point, and without alerting me might I add.

I've got no clue, a'right? I don't know how to make you move farther than this blasted street corner, and as such I'm in the distressing position of having to thank my own ship for moving her parking space from a ballroom in a downtown tower to the shady part of town. The shady part of Gotham City, no less, home of the extremely jeopardy friendly and never supposed to've existed!

[A bright chirrup echoes throughout the vast chamber, as though it had come from all the walls, ceiling, and grated floor at once, and he scowls]

I'm welcome! Of all the cheek.

However, as we've established that I can't force you to do anything, will you please tell me how I can appease you into taking me back to Rose?!

[Recording of the answering hum-tone is cut off by a wave of clacks and screeches arising from the console rather than the room]

What the bleeding....Oh noooo. Oh this, this is bad. This is extremely not good, opposite of good, class one Not Supposed To Happen. Well, maybe class two.

I've got to go find her, before everything's irreparable.

[He turns and strides toward the doors. But he stops directly inside them, and turns back wearing a look of mingled disappointment and irritation.] Can hardly leave him alone on the ship, impossible to know how much longer that stupor will last or what trouble a curious cape-wearer could get up to.

[He beings charging in the opposite direction, down the main hall. His voice echoes faintly back through the console room.] Well, Michael, this won't be the awakening either of us was looking forward to, but there's nothing to be done for it.

[Log recording ends automatically after 20 chirrups of dead air, saves, and is filed away into the Heart of the TARDIS.]

Date:	2009-02-15 00:34
Subject:	This is the exact reason I swore never to go back to Raxicoricophallipatorius.
Security:	Public
Mood:	irate

I've got to find Rose.

Rassilon knows what the jeopardy-friendly little spitfire has gotten up to already, and I can't afford even this kind of del...

Shite. I'd forgotten about the "Captain." If he hasn't slow-danced her into bed yet, or onto the next ship he can con, he's probably left her exposed to some knuckle-crackers and their bosses by his sheer greed and avarice...and lust. Blast him back to his own time, if only I could.

Must get back to Rose. TARDIS, where is Rose, and where in the bleeding universe am I?

Gotham?? What's a Gotham? But that can't be! That doesn't exist!