Sorry for vanishing so suddenly last night, guys. I've been really sick. We call it the "Gallifreyan Death Flu", and it's the second year I've got it after coming back. It probably has nothing to do with Gallifrey itself and everything to do with flying and coming to a cold place after being in a (semi) warm place.
Dropped by your flat, you weren't in. Can't stay too long today, so I've left you this postcard. It's actually not really a postcard, but a postcard-sized inking made specifically for me from this bloke named George. Now, George was very nearly eaten by FreeroFreeros, which are very unpleasant piranha-like aliens who dwell in sand instead of water. Seeing as I saved him, he was more than happy to spend a few hours inking this. It's quite nice, I think.
I've been spending a lot of time in the Dark Ages, lately. As you know, I like traveling places that aren't very well documented. Everything seems new and exciting and yeah, well, I know how it all turns out, but it's still fun in its own right. And lucky I was here, too. FreeroFreeros. Of all the things!
Still, couldn't let them ruin the festival of lights. Once a year, all of the streets in this town are lined with candles, creating daytime in the middle of the night. It's beautiful, River. Put a note down in your diary that we'll need to go there. A photograph---even a very detailed holograph---can't quite capture it.
You can find light from the shadows anywhere, even in the Dark Ages.
I'll be back soon,
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 200