the twenty-first

[nonesodangerous]

You can all threaten to kill me later for just disappearing, but that's really not the point right now. The point is I'm supposed to still... be disappeared, or however that should be put in a grammatically correct fashion, I don't know.

But I'm not.

I'm at the Pemberly's house, and I've locked myself inside one of their closets. Whoever thought to put locks on the inside of closets has my eternal gratitude.

There's something very, very wrong. Lockon's at the house too. He and Michael are...

I. I don't even know how to put this. It's all wrong.

Somebody help me.

Please.

Comments

[lockon2urheart]

You really have got the same memory loss he does, haven't you...

Doctor, I've never hated Michael. We didn't get on a first, it's true, but I never hated him even then. And we've been together for months, whatever you remember. Or don't remember, as it looks like. I left the TARDIS a couple of days ago, and you did drop me off at Cross' house. You picked Tieria up too.

[timey_wimey]

I hate to say it, Lockon, but you're right, I don't remember any of that. But humour me for a second, but just out of interest has it ever occurred to you that you might be the one who's been hit?

[lockon2urheart]

No. I know my own mind, Doctor, and I know what I remember. There's nothing fake about it.

[timey_wimey]

Well, I guess we'll find out one way or another in a few days' time...