"Exactly, 900 years is a long time and memories go bad. Doesn't your memories like erase or something every regeneration?" + Thè Ðòctòr

+ She asks, arching a brow that was once furrowed. ||: Thanks, I'm great. Thè Ðòctòr

"Explain." She leaned closer to scan at the book Thè Ðòctòr was reading before leaning back to look at him.

+ "Are we moving? If we are, why aren't you driving?" Thè Ðòctòr

+ passed Thè Ðòctòr. "I was sitting in my living room and you appeared in my backyard."

+ step into the room, the door closing behind her and automatically changing her clothes into the 15th century outside. "Is + Thè Ðòctòr

+ this really what they wear? Honestly Doctor, how do women breath in this?" She opened the door and starts to tug at the + Thè Ðòctòr

+ really tight corset that was underneath her dress but can't reach it. Thè Ðòctòr

+ really bad for them." Thè Ðòctòr

+ grabs onto the pole. Thè Ðòctòr

+ Doctor? Thè Ðòctòr She didn't break down did she?"

+ before?" She asked, panicking she walked around Thè Ðòctòr as she spoke, before turning around to look at him at the end.

Her lips was immediately covered by Thè Ðòctòr's hand and sighs before shaking his hand away. "You've done it before, right? I'm serious"

She released a groan from her lips as she looked at Thè Ðòctòr. "Alright, alright."

-- space, just like Thè Ðòctòr had said. The stars and darkness all in the same place. She quickly closed the door, and turned around --

-- to look at Thè Ðòctòr, leaning against the door. "We're stuck in space. Doctor, we're stuck in a phone box in space!"

||: I'm going to post a solo, hopefully today. If not today, then tomorrow. I've been slacking and I feel like I need to be productive.

Apparently its #KissAGinger day... I'm liking it. Where's Rory?