What's Wrong With A Nice Vanilla Ice Cream?
If you haven't had coffee with yourself, you really haven't lived.
We had a warning that there would be some kind of temporal event in the Hub today around tea-time, and opinions were divided: stay and Fight For The Future, or get ourselves the hell out of the immediate vicinity. I was all for evacuation, but Jack is fond of 1941 and keeps ending up there whenever these things happen so he insisted on staying and Gwen and I were forced to overrule him without his knowledge.
All three of us would have been out of the Hub, if the plan had gone properly. Gwen and Jack were off having an ice cream* and all I had to do was grab Max and leave to meet them there, but he hid under the Transkinetic Nexus Inducer and then the Rift alert went off and the Hub went into exterior lockdown and I was forced to fish Myself out of the fountain pool.
* Wales is the vanilla ice cream capital of the UK. I don't know why Jack snickers every time this comes up.
I trust in the distant future, when time travel and flying cars and such are real, there will be a pronoun for this kind of thing. As it was, I ended up thinking in dual terms as I helped Me get dried off and brought Myself a change of clothes and a cup of coffee.
It was all very civilised and extremely pleasant. We got on well of course, agreed on nearly everything, and Max was delighted to see Me. I knew just how I liked my coffee, of course, which is a great comfort. Ianto.2 is from about a week in the future, so I'll get those trousers back soon, and I can't say I'm not relieved as I'm fond of the wide charcoal pinstripe but couldn't in good conscience send him back without trousers.
As soon as I'd finished coffee and a very interesting discussion of the "Blond Bond" controversy, the Rift monitor went off and I was whisked away again. If my maths are right, I probably only lost about two hours, so I can expect my charcoal trousers to be returned to me by end-of-business-day, Thursday next.
Jack was disappointed to have missed it, of course, but neither of them brought me an ice cream so my sympathy is limited.
We had a warning that there would be some kind of temporal event in the Hub today around tea-time, and opinions were divided: stay and Fight For The Future, or get ourselves the hell out of the immediate vicinity. I was all for evacuation, but Jack is fond of 1941 and keeps ending up there whenever these things happen so he insisted on staying and Gwen and I were forced to overrule him without his knowledge.
All three of us would have been out of the Hub, if the plan had gone properly. Gwen and Jack were off having an ice cream* and all I had to do was grab Max and leave to meet them there, but he hid under the Transkinetic Nexus Inducer and then the Rift alert went off and the Hub went into exterior lockdown and I was forced to fish Myself out of the fountain pool.
* Wales is the vanilla ice cream capital of the UK. I don't know why Jack snickers every time this comes up.
I trust in the distant future, when time travel and flying cars and such are real, there will be a pronoun for this kind of thing. As it was, I ended up thinking in dual terms as I helped Me get dried off and brought Myself a change of clothes and a cup of coffee.
It was all very civilised and extremely pleasant. We got on well of course, agreed on nearly everything, and Max was delighted to see Me. I knew just how I liked my coffee, of course, which is a great comfort. Ianto.2 is from about a week in the future, so I'll get those trousers back soon, and I can't say I'm not relieved as I'm fond of the wide charcoal pinstripe but couldn't in good conscience send him back without trousers.
As soon as I'd finished coffee and a very interesting discussion of the "Blond Bond" controversy, the Rift monitor went off and I was whisked away again. If my maths are right, I probably only lost about two hours, so I can expect my charcoal trousers to be returned to me by end-of-business-day, Thursday next.
Jack was disappointed to have missed it, of course, but neither of them brought me an ice cream so my sympathy is limited.