I’ve sort of been avoiding this for a long time. And just writing these few open lines, it’s already making me sort of wobbly and sad.
So, as most of you should know, I’ve had this blog for a long time. Nearly three years now, and it’s been a wonderful run. There were hardships among my writing, but most of it was wonderful and I loved it— wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
And I’m so glad I decided to watch Doctor Who. My very first episode was when Martha and the Doctor go to meet Shakespeare. And so I regret to inform you all that this blog is probably going to be laid to rest for a while, probably never picked up again.
Imagine you knew something… Imagine you found yourself somewhere.
I don’t know, Pompeii. Imagine you were in Pompeii.
What the hell’s that got to do with it?
And you try to save them. But in doing so you make it happen.
047. The Satan Pit
" AYou need me for something. What for? Have I got to, I don’t know, beg an audience? Or is there a ritual? Some sort of incantation or summons or spell? All these things I don’t believe in, are they real? Speak to me! Tell me! ”