Those are very interesting facts you provided us regarding the Salt Marsh,” said the Doctor in a very happy and up beat thought transfer.
“Well, I’m glad you found them interesting. I have much, much more to tell you about the Salt Marsh, but Doctor, right now, I think you should talk to your Female H. sapien.
Harriett had told the Female H. sapien, that lives with the Doctor in his giant nest on the bank of the North River, about the camera malfunction. She relayed this information to him in the most convenient and in the most harmonious manner possible.
“What?!” the Doctor repeated anxiously.
The Doctor jumped up in a huff and ran to his office to inspect his monitors.
“Dag gone it!” he mumbled to himself. “NO LINK!“ Flashed at him fiendishly.
Flash – NO LINK! – Flash – NO LINK! – Flash – NO LINK!
The Doctor thanked OOO* he had a low seizure threshold.
The unhappy Doctor sent Cleo and Marley into the marsh to search for gremlins.
“There are none,” reported his trusty canines.
“It’s a technical glitch,” thought the Doctor.
I’ll be doggone if I’ll let a technical glitch interrupt our relationship,” he reassured Harriett.
“I know that,” she responded.
“Good OOO*, I love that Bird,” thought the Doctor.
And Harriett was still on-line.
*Omnipotent Omnipresent Omniscient