Oswin Oswald

Day one.

Seem to be alright, though no one else came in my escape pod. Still, can't fault the company. Got to be careful though, or I'll just end up talking to myself.

Note to self: When I am rich and famous as the celebrity survivor of the horrible crash of the Alaska, make sure future escape pods are furnished with comfortable beds. This is, actually, the definition of anti-comfortable.

Made a souffle! Well. It was in a souffle pan. Too much egg, I think.

We didn't crash on the most friendly of planets, I think. There's something horrible screaming outside. Lucky I'm handy, I think I've got the door shored up against any invaders properly. After all, it wouldn't do for rescuers to find nothing of me but a tape recorder and a burnt half-risen souffle.

No one's answering my hails. I hope they're alright. Should be, they've probably had loads of training, all the years they've been doing this. I was a bit last-minute. Don't regret it.

Yet.