Looking for a clean sky
And a drinking stream
--Banquet, Joni Mitchell
I'm on Satampico 5. Everything is impossibly green. Especially the sky. It's enough to give one a bit of a headache after a while. All the same, it made me think of you and, well, that's why I'm sending you a postcard. I think it's the shocking brightness of it all.
Before you ask, Donna's doing just fine. Well, relatively fine. Well, once the ointment takes affect then the Venusian rash will go down and then she'll be right as rain. And no matter what she might write you and say, it was not my fault that she ended up in that tree.
There's almost no plant life here. It's very eerie and somewhat startling, how smooth and ordered everything is. The coldness reminds me a bit of home. Well, my old home. Your old home too, technically. Just not nearly so colorful.
Well, that's all for now, I'm afraid! The guards have found my hiding spot and I'm off to running again!
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150