Nyssa, bless her heart, fears the trauma of regeneration has driven me over the edge, causing me to desire work in the air traffic control field.

Little do they know, and I do hope you won't tell them, is that I've actually regenerated into an airplane. Silently, I take my place on the runway and wait for orders to fly...



Whats lurks in the next cupboard?

Return to the Table of Convicts.

They'll take GOOD care of you in GEOCITIES.