Day One Hundred
I told Adam it was a hundred days since we got here, and he gave everyone another day off.
The New Earthers marked it with a big feast (something with ten rows of teeth, speared in the river), a joining of hands, and a chant.
The UNIT boys marked it by quietly distributing the first batch of their bootleg whisky to those of us who might appreciate it. (Note to self: dilute future batches with at least five parts water.)
The Doctor marked it by working as usual.
I marked it by giving Alistair the drawing of Kate that Tree had produced from the Doctor's description. It's a good thing we were alone in the hut at the time - I'm sure he'd have hated for anyone else to see him get that emotional.