Dear Amy,

I don't know what've you've done, but the TARDIS has locked us in the Library. Every time I try to do anything, it seems to attack me.

Rory says you were fiddling with something, a lever.

I can't call you because surprise, there's not enough credit and the signal keeps going. Thanks.

Please don't do that any more!

She's very cross, and I'm stuck in here watching Rory be attacked by the pool's heating system-symbiotic robot-please, please, please look at your phone, apologise, and come see what you've done and get us out! (She's deadlocked the door, so the sonic's useless.)

Love, the Doctor.

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Dear Amy,

This is why we're such a long time, silly! What are you doing? Help!

Love, the Doctor.

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Dear Amy,

Excuse me, I have to save your husband from that heating system, it's trying to give him severe burns, by the look of it.

Library! Help!

That's the last time I buy symbiotic anything!

Love, the Doctor.

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Dear Amy,

Library, now, what are you doing?

I'm quite good at this texting thing. I'm refusing to write in chatspeak though. I'm fast, it's fine.

Love, the Doctor.

P.S. Add me on facebook, I thought 'the Doctor' was a bit obvious so I'm 'Bow Ties Are Cool.'

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Dear Amy,

What could you possibly be doing? Text back, get here! Something!

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Dear Amy,

We've managed to subdue the heating system. It's really warm in here now, I need to fix the air conditioning. Which I can't do until you LET ME OUT! The books are getting ruined!

LET US OUT. NOW.

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Babe, this is the last bit of credit. Say sorry so we can get out. x

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Message received from Pond:

No. You two implied I was fat earlier and IT'S NOT FUNNY. Get lost.