by lil28 » Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:50 am
"It must be my genes in you, Lizabeth." He said, walking her out the room, back to the TARDIS.
Animine took the lump of metal that had once held Frys's conscience from her pocket, and put it on his dead chest. "Laters, old friend." She said, following the Doctor and Elizabeth out.
i might not spend much time on here anymore, but if you're an old rp friend, PM me on here - i check occassionally, and I love getting in touch with old friends!
seems i'm temporarily getting back into pet collecting on here... *sighs wistfully* i will trade for bulk 2015-2020 pets!