dropofjam

It was six forty three when they came. My daughter, young and pretty, came to find me. There were strange men in the town, she had informed me, asking after us. The greengrocers son had run to the house to tell us. Unsavoury characters, apparently. I had been standing on the rocky outcrop that towers over and protects our little dwelling. It was only the two of us then. We lived on our own. There was no father, no little sister, no protective brother, no annoying in-laws, no one but us. Of course there were the other people in the village. We got on with them, and they were kind, pleasant people. However, perhaps in some kind of fit of precog

Aint no party like a time lord party because a time lord party isn't bound by typical  temporal parameters and thus doesn't stop!