but doesn't it get lonely riding up there to the sun?

[Okay, so a hazard of piloting an outdated (but still good!) TARDIS on your own when you were essentially a self-taught pilot was that sometimes, you overshot the mark a little - by a hundred years, a hundred miles, or occasionally something a little more serious.

But he was pretty sure he'd never managed to accidentally overshoot his entire universe before. Although in fairness, that had been before the community got involved, and come to think of it he had accidentally crash-landed on Jacky's ship before...

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the first time. But still, it was a worse oversight than usual. Still, since he'd landed here now, he thought he might as well have a look.

It was when he stepped out of the TARDIS that he had to blink a little and double-check. Because if he was not very much mistaken, he'd just landed somewhere that thousands of people would give their left arm to go to. Namely, the back garden of the Burrow.]

... Ah. Right then.

[He can't quite stop himself beaming as he stands there looking around at the place, though.]

So. Interesting Christmas this time round, although to be fair, when isn't it, really. I spent my day in 1851 battling a giant Cyberman in Victorian London, and after all of that I got invited to Christmas dinner with a man who thought he was a future version of me but wasn't. He was brilliant, though. Wouldn't have minded if he had turned out to be me, in the end. For one thing, he managed to change my mind, and there's not many people who can do that.

How's everyone else's day been?

[The flash of the future for the Doctor comes in a different way than for most. For a start, rather than a single scene, it appears to be a few extremely quick flashes, not all of them accompanied by images but sometimes just voices.

A woman's voice, worried but final-sounding:] You be careful now. Because your song is ending, sir.

[And this changes quickly to an image of the Doctor himself, in an orange spacesuit, looking furious:] They said I was gonna die. They said "he will knock four times" and I think I know what that means, and it doesn't mean right here right now, 'cause I don't hear anyone knocking, do you?!

[And again, the scene shifts, but this time there's no sound. To anyone who knows the Doctor or the TARDIS, they might recognise the surroundings as the TARDIS wardrobe room. An unknown man stands in front of the mirror in there, straightening a bow tie rather nervously before the image simply melts away.]

[END VIDEO +++ BEGIN VOICE POST FUNCTION]

[the Doctor is quiet for a long while before he mutters one word.] ... Spoilers.

[The Doctor had set a course for Pete's World - now that it was connected to the community again, it wasn't exactly rocket science. Well, it was, but that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point, either, that he was pretty much breaking every rule that he'd set down for both himself and her the last time he'd seen Rose. Either way, he was on his way there, and no one else would be any the wiser.

Well. He thought he saw Donna give him a knowing look out of the corner of her eye when he sent the rest of the family off to go and have fun somewhere while he "looked into a small something" - but the inevitable talk could wait until later.

For now, he waited next to this universe's version of the Thames - which, he noted, seemed to be slightly cleaner than the one the London of his universe had to offer - and waited.]

So. It would seem we've got some sort of virus going around again. A mind-reading virus? Thought projection virus? Whatever it is, it's giving me a dreadful headache. It's just a tad annoying, wouldn't you say? I mean, I don't know about you, but quite frankly the idea of someone being able to read my mind is more than a little uncomfortable.

Typical, the one virus which is actually a bother and a nuisance for me to get hit by - not that any of the others weren't but this one is really taking the mickey - and I get hit by it. Not to mention that now I can hear all those other minds chatting away up here. How many must that be, a hundred? Two hundred? Feels like it at least. It's bad enough when they're on the edge of everything, now they're just there! In the thick of it!

... Aaaand this is not a good show of keeping my mind blank. Come on, Doctor, think. Or rather don't, actually. Blank thoughts. Blank blank blank.

So, what I mean to say is, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the TARDIS, trying to keep the old mind blank. So any world-threatening emergencies will just have to wait! Or not, as it happens. We'll see about that. - no, blank thoughts.

...

...

... now I just sound like Setsuna.

Blimey. Is it really Valentine's Day again so soon?

Erm. Well.

... There's really no right way to say this in an entry. Um.

Right.

I think I've got something that you lot... really should know.

[It looks as if the video is looking out from somewhere inside the TARDIS's console. The view is of the console room, strewn all over with wrapping paper and bows, with a couple of boxes to add to the Christmassy mess. Facing the camera is what appears to be a young, other-worldly looking red-haired woman, but on closer inspection it appears to be a hologram. She smiles and waves slightly at the camera, and when she speaks her voice sounds echoey, as if it's coming from somewhere else.]

Hello. I don't suppose that any of you have seen me before. [She laughs slightly] Or at least, not like this.

[Suddenly, Donna's voice sounds from deep inside the TARDIS - something along the lines of "Be careful you two, you're going to break your necks, and I'm not getting Jenny to help me drag you to Dr. Cuddy's!" - and she looks to the side as two figures in identical coats come into the shot, engaged in what looks like a furious battle of sonic-ness - Ten and Haruhi. Ten is grinning like a madman, looking like he's having the time of his life.]

Come on, Haruhi, you're not even trying!

[Haruhi pouts and folds her arms.] I am so! You're just cheating!

[The red-haired hologram coughs politely, and the two look round, looking suddenly guilty. Haruhi looks curiously at the hologram.] What are you doing, TARDIS?

She's showing off her new holo-form is what she's doing. [That was Ten, predictably, although he doesn't seem to mind~] I can't believe you made yourself ginger. I've always wanted to be ginger.

[The TARDIS-holo smiles indulgently at his indignant face.] It's just my little joke, Doctor. Are you going to join me in wishing the community a merry Christmas?

[Ten's face looks like a light-bulb just went on.] Oh yeah, Christmas! Hi, everyone. Um. Merry Christmas. [He nudges Haruhi] Haruhi, say Merry Christmas to everyone, go on. Since we're on camera.

[Haruhi looks at him as if he's tarded.] Go away, dork, I only want to say it to the people I like.

Well, say it to the people you like, then!

... Merry Christmas.

[The TARDIS, who's been watching this exchange with a fond smile on her hologram fais, shakes her head and speaks again] Have a very Merry Christmas, everyone.

[With that, the picture cuts out.]

[The Doctor ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the corridors of the TARDIS, panting in his hurry to get to Haruhi. Omega, he was so worried about her. As if Lockon wasn't enough - enough for all of them - Haruhi was still sick, and all this stress couldn't be good for her fighting off the infection that was still stubbornly clinging to her system. That sound... that hadn't sounded good.

Damn it. He wished this would stop happening. Or at least stop happening all at once. Haruhi could yell at him or cling to him, whatever, but he was sick of seeing her so sad. That was happening far too often lately.

He tore around the last corner and burst into her room, wild-eyed.]

Haruhi?