Lorry has been moved! I’m free as a bird stuck in 21st century Cardiff! Fantastic!
The TARDIS still isn’t speaking to me, and I can’t find anything physically wrong with her, so I suppose I’m just going to have to hope she can sort it out on her own without any jiggery-pokery from me.
First things first- find out what
this is about. How does someone on a 21st century-based social networking site know about my timestream? And what the hell is Torchwood, anyway?
Okay, never mind that, first things first- why are there Blowfish organizing a drag race in this alleyway?
Hello! Excuse me…