{Locked to the basement (she didn't realize she didn't fully lock it)}
I begin to doubt we will ever go home. But I'm not sure I can work up the heart to care.
I miss my baby sister, Lily.
I miss my mum.
I miss Pete.
I miss Jake.
I miss Mickey.
Mostly though, I miss Lily.
I see her in some flashes of the future. I've seen her grow up and she's beautiful. But I miss my Lily-doll.
I know the Rift takes people for no reason whatsoever, no pattern. Nothing. Nothing that says why we're here, but I feel pointless here.
I'm not part of this Torchwood, I don't have any real skills that help the basement residents. I'm not a doctor, or anything like that. I'm not able to fix people's hurts, to ease suffering, to grant any help really. I don't like not having a purpose. It reminds me of the time before the Doctor, a time when I was a shop-girl. A nowhere, nothing, no-one.
I need to find a reason to be.
Something. I need something.
And I need to get a gun, if I'm going to keep going out late at night like I do, and I really should start thinking about bringing a panic-button. But it feels so...silly, really.
I should also stop in to the infirmary and get something for the fever I've got. I'll do it later. I need to go out and do something first. I feel like I'm going mad, sitting here.
I miss my baby sister, Lily.
I miss my mum.
I miss Pete.
I miss Jake.
I miss Mickey.
Mostly though, I miss Lily.
I see her in some flashes of the future. I've seen her grow up and she's beautiful. But I miss my Lily-doll.
I know the Rift takes people for no reason whatsoever, no pattern. Nothing. Nothing that says why we're here, but I feel pointless here.
I'm not part of this Torchwood, I don't have any real skills that help the basement residents. I'm not a doctor, or anything like that. I'm not able to fix people's hurts, to ease suffering, to grant any help really. I don't like not having a purpose. It reminds me of the time before the Doctor, a time when I was a shop-girl. A nowhere, nothing, no-one.
I need to find a reason to be.
Something. I need something.
And I need to get a gun, if I'm going to keep going out late at night like I do, and I really should start thinking about bringing a panic-button. But it feels so...silly, really.
I should also stop in to the infirmary and get something for the fever I've got. I'll do it later. I need to go out and do something first. I feel like I'm going mad, sitting here.