User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7562999-20150204084401

The Doctor holds up his screwdriver...You sure?...His sonic buzzes sharply and a faint outline of Acolyte stands next to Ironworks...Leftover regeneration energy...must have only gotten nine...

The outline of Acolyte opens its mouth and a whisper emits out of its mouth...Lost....alll lost...Nothing left...Lost...I can't see...No more...Nine lives...Eleventh hour...draws to twelve...