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This morning, on my usual stroll, I found the unusually large remains of… something, and I thought that someone torched something once again, so I did the only sensible thing and dialed ‘999’. Then I sat on a bench, waiting for the police, and sleek black SUV, heavily embellished with the words ‘Torchwood’ on it pulled up beside the remains, and a dapper young man in a exquisite suit, and a man in a very out of place war-coat exited the vehicle, pull out a tablet of some sorts, grabbed it, and drove off at speed.
Later that evening, a woman in a leather jacket – Gwen Cooper I think – came around for tea. I think she was one of those ‘visit the old people’ volunteers, so I let her in, and gave her a good brew. I then got up due and went to the lavatory due to some… private problems… and came back and took a sip of my tea. We talked about the two odd men I saw, and if I’m frank, they make for a cute couple. She said that they were together.
Later on…
…why was I asleep on my table?