Day 7 — The Master: August 7th, 2010

Master.

Here's something I think is funny.  I almost never call anyone that, well, there was that disaster- you don't need to hear about that.  Considering that you won't give me another name, it's what I have to call you.

You're fab.  Yes, my hipster neighbors are gone, the fat cat lady has disappeared and whoever has been vandalizing me has stopped, so you have rocked so far.  The lasers work great and you're not bad for an insane time-lord-ghost.

Please don't eat my Phoenix.  I know he can be a git, but he's my git.  We've made up so I don't hate him anymore.  Do you like Jehovah's Witnesses?  Some are coming by later, and I'll send a few others your way too.

Don't stay gone for too long, please.  We need to go to the all you can eat again! 

-Janie

((ooc: for ofdrumsthesound .  Seriously people, Janie seems to like hanging around deadly and/or villainous men.  It must be her 'bad boy' complex.))

Why do these eyes of mine cry? (rp for sees_everything)

When Janie got home, she was crying.

Not that anyone had known she left, but right now, the front door was slammed and her sobs were audible.  Cabinet doors were thrown shut and something- something was upsetting the time traveler.

"Mommy?"  asked Lynn, obviously concerned.  Janie looked at the little girl, and turned away, more tears coming as she ran to her room.  The door was closed, and locked, and she sat on the bed.

Thoughts raced around in her head until she couldn't take it anymore.  Janie lowered herself onto her pillow and cried into it, waiting for something to happen that would make her feel better.