December 20th, 2010

Dear Diary,

The strangest thing happened today. In the office, I was hurrying up my work so I could come home in time to watch Kyle to get voted off of Big Brother by Diana, but there was a slight inconvenience in the elevator. And when I mean slight, I really don't. I mean huge. Massive. Giant.

"Stefan!" Milo called right as I was about to get on, "Don't forget to do Marla's report for tomorrow!" Psh, like I didn't remember! I think that man is on anti-depressants or something… I dunno. But he's weird.

Where was I… right. So there I was, getting on the elevator in my new, crisply ironed suit jacket and blue tie. Very stylish indeed, might I add. I got on smoothly, but then isn't everything I do smooth? The answer is yes, diary.

There was a man in there wearing a suit, but in no way could it rival mine. It looked like he was stuck in 2005. Umm, ever heard of cuff links, Strange Suit Man? I don't think so.

There was another man in a blue button down shirt with red suspenders. What the hell was a hillbilly doing in my office?

And then there was the woman. She was pretty, around my age, and I don't know what the standard dress for women is, but I could've sworn my second girlfriend's dog had that sweater. To sleep on.

So anyway, I was just standing there, and I could tell that woman was totally checking me out. Strange Suit Man shuffled closer to me, and I didn't know if he thought I was sexy or what.

And then Hillbilly and Sweater Woman started arguing. You know what, diary? They didn't even speak English!
"Heoosh! Myalishea!" Hillbilly shouted. He had a map and was pointing at it hurriedly.

"Ecks heoosh! Pyrkas stalishea!" Sweater Woman shouted back, moving her hand around the map.

Now I already had a pounding headache from Milo and his fake-happiness, so by now I was pretty pissed. And just to add more too it, I felt a poke in my cheek.

Strange Suit Man was standing closer to me; his index finger raised and he was giggling insanely.

"Ghyeslia! Eckeeeeeela!" Hillbilly shouted.

Strange Suit Man poked me and giggled again.

"KEYLARFOR!" Sweater Woman screamed, grabbing the map away.

"REYLIASH!"

More giggling.

"OI! HEORSHIS!"

Another poke on my temple. More giggling.

The elevator dinged, and I couldn't've been more relieved.

"Damn." Hillbilly said calmly, "This isn't Russia."

Strange Suit Man, Hillbilly and Sweater Woman walked out calmly; Strange Suit Man turned around and gave me a giddy wave goodbye.

I don't know, diary. Should I ask Milo if he had any anti-depressants to spare?

Love,

Stefan

"Eckela, I like that one." Tosh giggles, falling slightly into Owen's shoulder. The Doctor grins as he notices Owen doesn't seem to mind.

"No, you have to say it like this, 'Eckeeeeeela'!" Donna laughs, getting more into it.

"Eckeeeeeela." Gwen tries, but can't quite roll her tongue.

"Right, who's next? Tosh? Owen? Me?" The Doctor asks, delighted. "How to decide, how to decide… straws kind of backfired… oh! I know!" He closes his eyes, points out his finger and spins around in a circle. When he stops, his finger is pointed at Rose. He grins at her somewhat frightened expression and wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"You, my friend, are lucky." And then he leans in and gives her the task.

A/N: Yes, I know. I'm irresponsible, unorganized, and have no regard whatsoever to dealines. That's what my English teacher said, and I think she's pshycic or something. And she's not even one of those cool pshycics, either. She's an evil one. Anyway, this is just a short little chapterlet, but I'm focusing mostly 'Incandescent' right now. Oh yeah, ten points to anyone who can tell me where 'Farsi' is spoken.

Diclaimer: Don't own.