Well, that was... interesting to say the least. I don't think I have ever seen a more dead-end shop than that one. Nor have I seen such wastes of human lives as that stupid idiot's. Barry or Larry or whatever his name was. I suppose I should fill you in on what went on.
The shop was actually called Sparrow and Nightingale Books. How twee. It even had one of those tinkling bells as you entered, and the counter across the wall at the back so they could watch you walking around their shop. I intensely dislike being scrutinized like that. Especially by a lanky, gawky looking man with hair that should have been washed three days ago. Harry was always so particular about how he looked. Anyway, the main front of the shop had a mixture of DVD's and books displayed, but I didn't waste my time, from my research I knew that the book I wanted would be behind the counter or through the beaded curtain, (how predictable that they would have that 70's throwback in this shop). That also meant I would have to lower myself to talk to the neaderthal.
And do you know what? Part of me just couldn't stop wondering if he was one of the humans the Toclafane had managed to eradicate. The Doctor had more to answer for than he knew.
The conversation went as well as I thought; I asked, he evaded the question, until suddenly the ring burnt so hotly on my skin that it almost burnt its way inside me. I had to stop speaking and when I started again... well, it's a good job no one else is reading this, because if they were... when I started speaking again it was as if it was Harry talking through me. Assertive, commanding; things that I can only play at being. I could tell it had an effect, his face blanched of colour and he backed away from me, leaving me alone to glare after him. Of course, I had to check if the ring had marked me so I turned away from the counter for a few seconds. When I turned back I was faced with an entirely different specimen. This one was female, about 23 and looked intelligent.
Obviously the organ grinder. And a worthy opponent for me at least.
I decided to cut straight to the chase but when I asked her about Time Lords she tried to look innocent. I wasn't having that. So I proceeded to tell her, in no uncertain terms, exactly what I knew about her little shop and idiot boyfriend. And how he'd once run pirate DVD's on the side. <i>That</i> was something she didn't know about and something I was thankful I'd learnt to use google for.
After that she seemed much happier to help, and that is why I am now sitting here with a battered old book at my side. The title's been half rubbed off, and there's no author's name on the spine; not that I expected any. But it's finally within my grasp and I can feel the ring heating once again. He's getting so impatient, my Master. So needy.
I adore it, but more reading beckons. Shall update once I have everything clear.