Sergeant Benton wasn't used to intrude the laboratory without some special need, but this time he had message.
"Doctor, there's a telegram for you."
"A telegram?"
The Doctor took the paper and ran his eyes over it impatiently.
"Doctor, don't you think that the lack of internet or at least primitive means of instant messaging in this time is extremely boring?"
"And how am I supposed to answer you if you of course don't write the return address?" grumbled the Doctor.
He snorted and launched the paper to the waste basket. Jo took the crumpled sheet and asked perplexedly:
"Internet?"
