016 ✳ day 186 ✳ video/private text

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue's in the kitchen with a tall glass of dark something — it's alcoholic, let's not kid ourselves here — and a somewhat strained expression. She peers down at her phone, after a sip of her mystery fluid. From the tiny wince, it's not ideal. But it'll have to do.

This is all she has left. Bitter sensations on her taste buds, fire down her throat. Because everything else is gone, at the moment.]

So, how are we all doing, fellow box openers? Anyone go mad yet? That's always fun. Certainly gets rid of the monotony. [Another sip, a smaller wince.] Suppose one of the boxes had actually stripped someone of their sanity. Now that wouldn't have been nice.



[private text to Donna Noble]

You doing all right, love? Sorry I've been a little quiet. Weird couple of days.