I'm looking for companions to help me solve crimes and go to parties in the 1850's and maybe or maybe not fight ruthless monsters that could possibly destroy you or leave you stranded in another dimension. Yeah... forget that last bit, eh?
Okay I shouldn't say companion. That's so old-fashioned. Associate. I'm looking for associates. That's better.
If you think you fit the bill, maybe we could meet up for texting and scones.
That's not true. Not anymore. My journey is the same as yours. The same as anyones. It's taken me so many years. So many lifetimes. But at last I know where I'm going. Where I've always been going.
Home. The long way 'round.
Talking really fast.
Shushing babies. (it only works once)
That my phonebox is bigger on the inside. I always look forward to that bit.
If you know where I put my round things. I love the round things.
If you want to travel through time and space which sounds like fun but it's most certainly dangerous and I only take the best.