It always saddens me to see people of the twenty-first century mourning my death. I know I'm brilliant, but really! I'm obviously not dead, or I wouldn't be typing this on the holokeyboard for you to read.
Word filtered down to me recently that people have been visiting the Tourist Information Centre in Cardiff (21st century) to leave letters to me. Distressing. Here I am in the fifty-third century, and while I can see their letters in the Archives where they've been carefully preserved, how am I supposed to reply? Besides, it's blowing our cover!
After all, I wouldn't want them to think Torchwood doesn't care about civilians. Gwen practically exists to care. Still, I stifled my urge to reply, and distracted myself with Jack coffee various duties that fall to me as Torchwood's Junior Senior field agent.
But then the management of Mermaid Quay posted the following in the 21st Century. I mean really, how ungracious. "Removed"? We paid them rent for years and all I get is "removed"?
Well. By "paid them rent" I mean "occasionally blew up bits of the Quay but tried not to kill anyone". Still.
So I took matters into my own hands. Armed with a thorough knowledge of the Rift's eccentricities, I made contact with our Torchwood sleeper agent, Codename
essayel, and sent her
a counter-notice to post.
Torchwood: we don't even know the meaning of the word misinformation!