DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who stuff, Aunty Beeb has since 1963 and always will. Oh, and thanks to Gareth Roberts for the Carrionites, and to SG-1 for Time Dilation Bubbles. I wrote this second part for Clareification, a student publication, quite recently–and, again, it's just a little tongue-in-cheek. Let me know what you think! Kxx

Juvimber the Freighth,

Planet Dysdiadoc'hok-inesis

Galaxy N-6017602

Dear Diary,

Hello! Me again! Yes, I know I haven't written in a while, I've been busy. Well, it was a while by your standards, anyway. You'll see.

I stepped out of the TARDIS and closed the door - and a Carrionite caught me in a bubble! I don't know if you've ever met the Carrionites (no slight meant on the social life of a diary, but I don't think you get out much – so I'll tell you) but they're transdimensional witches. And I've never been the same about them since the time one tried to seduced me and got a cutting of my hair. Weird, culty creatures, muttering lots of strange phrases with eccentric hand movements and no friends. Bit like Star Trek fans, really.

But anyway, back to this Bubble. A Bubble maintained by their own psychic energies, impenetrable to my trusty sonic screwdriver. But it wasn't any old bubble – it was a Time Dilation Bubble, which meant that time passed much more slowly inside than outside.

I had an idea. "EUREKA!" I said. Although I didn't actually mean 'Eureka', 'cause that's just Greek for "this bath's too hot". But that's the thing about the power of words with the Carrionites – the right ones will get you out of anything. And the Bubble shattered, transferring me back to the real world! Oh, I'm just too good sometimes.

I'd spent ten seconds inside, but I'd actually been gone seventy years. Dead weird. I walked over, and saw the witch dying in front of me, having a heart attack (it might have been because the the bubble exploded with a supermassive hyperatrionic bang, but you never know...). It's possibly the worst timing for a heart attack ever, really, with your enemy right in front of you—well, either that or during a game of charades. But I digress.

The thing is, I do worry what she was doing for all those years, watching me inside the Bubble. Still, that'll teach me to walk out of the TARDIS starkers, I suppose.

Anyway—that's all for now. Happy times and places!

You know you love me,

The Doctor xoxo