There was no way, in his considered opinion, in which the day could get much worse. Fuck Duncan Leman anyway—if he didn’t want to get a smack in the mouth a week before Christmas, then it was his own stupid fault for constantly picking on the non-Brits at work. Racist bastard! About time someone ...
The only carry over was UNIT, led by Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart – a familiar element to reassure the audience that it was still the same show. However, the Doctor’s companions reverted to purely contemporary characters with not a single male voice amongst them. From a fully-fledged scient...
Something was wrong with Frederick. Celeste had known this since yesterday when she had paid him a visit during their break from the “audiences.” He had been distracted, fobbing her off with a very transparent excuse about a translational problem in the prophecy. He had been studying the Book for...
“I don’t know, Jake,” Willem said into his phone, as he stepped out of the cafe. He found a free table and sat down, placing the carrier bag on his lap and cracking open the can of Pepsi. It was a hot day and he was parched. Downing a can of drink while resting his legs sounded like a good plan. ...