Eighth Doctor Adventures/A Million Miles Away

Sent From Misson 10 To Section 42, Grid R, Slot 101, Trelos At Her Majesty's Pleasure.

Hello Stal, it's me. Leena. How you doing? Are you bearing up? It feels like an lifetime since we last spoke. Is mum taking her pills? You know what she's this time of year. Is Manten still playing up? I know he's getting old but he's still our pet dog. You can't kill it. Promise me you won't.

Anyway, nothing's changed here much. I'm alone now though because Laun had to go home. His Dad died. Heart Attack. It gets quite lonely here by yourself but someones go to do the job. I mean, who else is going to feed Trelos with the gold. It's a greedy planet that one. I heard news on the radio from Mission 5 that there stopping the missions. Just a rumour though. Maybe they will  stop subscribing us to it. You can dream.

Laun's replacement's coming tomorrow. I sure hope he's not as sad and depressing as him. Maybe he could actually help us. Well, i'll find out tomorrow. Hopefully I won't have to put with him for too long, maybe Mission 5 is right. Has the Queen said anything yet? She's terribly quite on the situation. Are the protests still going? Are there any changes down there? Well, clearly not if there still sending some up. Did I tell you his name? The Doctor. He must be a complete nutjob with that name. Well, I better get back to work. Please contact me soon. These four lonely walls are acutally driving me crazy. Goodbye for now

Leena.

Voice recording ended at 15:35 PM

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