The Inspector

Have a stack of case files to sort through. Mysteries to be solved, accompanied by a lot of tea. Might be a while…

A cryptic message to meet for some tea. I assume it’s my father; he could just message like a normal person!

Out for a stroll on a beautiful day. Although I am waiting for a call back off someone.

I forgot how big and effectively infinite a TARDIS can be.

This diner is a TARDIS. I don’t know who it belongs to or why I’m trapped inside it.

I appear to be locked inside this diner. No sign of anyone else here either.

Plans for today: sitting in a diner, drinking endless tea. Writing up notes. General spectating.

Diner girl used to make great tea. I wonder if she’s still around…

My tea collection has been misplaced. (Not by myself). There are true forces of evil at work against me.

My hotel room seems to have regenerated. Is this a mystery to solve or something I’ll just accept?

Finally back home.

Ive drank wayyyy too much tea and think I’m starting to see things.

Really inconvenient when you’re on your way to interview a witness and your taxi just randomly teleports into the river. Another case to add to my list…

It appears Manhattan has severely missed my presence.

It’s been a very long time and I have a lot of stories to tell, but all in good time. I’m back where I belong doing what I do best. The tea is brewing and I’m ready to investigate the strange goings on of Manhattan once again!

Where’s the president of the world when you need him?

I managed to carve out a tropical fruit with the pointy stick I made, closest thing I’ll get to a pumpkin this year.

Those stars sure are pretty tonight. With no light pollution here they are quite the spectacle.

Beard is starting to annoy me. Feel like Robinson Crusoe.

I’ve ingested way too much salt water.