love a good roman.

So, I know Valentine's Day is really hard for some people – seems to be the one day where people are either seriously happy or seriously depressed and no one's in between, and that's... well, it's sad, but hey, just look at it this way! No matter how good or bad your day was yesterday, at least this holiday didn't fall in the middle of that musical week. Because I think we can all agree, saps and cynics alike, that something like that would've been universally awful and....

... And I totally just jinxed us for next year, didn't I?

Well. Shit.

Well, I guess Christmas is going to be a little different this year. Or... a lot different. But different doesn't necessarily mean bad, right? Because, I mean. It's kind of childish to expect things to stay the same forever, or to react badly when they don't. Change isn't bad, it's just... well, it's just change.

... I think I've filled my profoundly morose musing quota of the day! So never mind me. Does anybody else have anything fun planned over the holidays?

( Dad )

You know, you'd really think I'd know better than to get comfortable between breaks. I'd almost recovered from everything that happened in the first part of this season, and then this comes along. I just... I give up. I really do. Amy's rage aside I mean, Hitler? Really?! Reggie would've If there's one person in history we wanted to avoid entirely, just one person, it'd be him. Adolf freaking Hitler. What exactly does he have to do with Melody? If he so much as lays a schnitzel-licking finger on my daughter, I'll Yeah. I know.

But I guess we're out of luck, huh? As usual. Bring on Hitler, then. He deserves a good punch.

So. I've been a little absent lately. And there's really no way to say this that isn't awkward, but, um. I just wanted to say, those of you who were worried? I'm okay now. Things are looking up, and I'm definitely, definitely okay. And to those of you whom I didn't introduce myself, I'm Stella. She's Amy Pond. And I promise you I'm not plastic.

Really.

( Sterling )

( Lin )

I don't think I can do this without him.

Bring him back. Someone. Please bring him back.

( Reggie )

You know, this is pretty random, but I'm about 99% sure Matt Bellamy is a Time Lord in disguise. He's just so... weird. Nothing else makes sense! Right?

Ugh. This isn't fair. Can't I make it through at least a month of school before I get sick again? Is that too much to ask? Oh, wait, who am I kidding. Of course it is. I hate this.

Mom's a good cook and everything, but I really, really hate chicken noodle soup. Saltines, too. They're a package deal, and I hate them both. Too bad they're the only thing I can eat when I get like this. Ugh.

Well, it's the holiday season, and you all know what that means! British Christmas specials. Normally I don't tune in because one) I can't imagine watching myself on the television with my family, especially since Amy is... well, Amy – but more importantly two) we don't get BBC America. I'm a little apprehensive about this upcoming special, though. Dumbledore's in it, and the last time someone from Harry Potter was in Doctor Who, Narcissa Malfoy turned into a Venetian fish vampire from space. If they're planning on topping that, I am very, very worried for all parties involved. Namely Rory. Poor Rory. They'll never let him out of that Centurion costume, will they?

( Liam )

( Reggie )

Right. It's been a week, yeah? A week and nothing. There's no crack in Stella's wall, but this is so wrong that I just keep... checking. It's the only thing that makes sense. If there was a crack, it would've erased her. But I remember her. Her family remembers her. I bet her sodding imaginary friend even remembers her. So where is she?

Doctor, if you're out there, now would be a really good time for you to stop fiddling with your bow tie and figure out what's the matter here. Unless, of course, the universe is breaking again. Then, y'know. Carry on, KBO, hurry up, etc.

( Why did you say five minutes?! )